(Pre-Show) Registration Booths (WHERE YOU SIGN UP IC)

[Karl Jak]

All across the Omniverse, gates leading into the Dante Verse have appeared. From the gates, employees from Syntex have exited to set up little ‘registration camps’ and process prospective entrants for Dante’s Abyss. Although they are in every verse, the camps all look essentially the same. A large tent surrounds the gate and houses a wide space with a plain-looking employee, some cameras, and the gate to Dante Verse. The employee is there to take everyone’s information and record a segment about them for the audience watching the event.

Outside the main tent, there are other little booths where people can socialize with anyone else waiting their turn inside the registration area. In the more populated verses, there will be long lines, but in places like the Ashen Steppes or the Frozen Fields, you may be one of a few people these workers will meet during the entire registration period. You are not obligated to socialize or schmooze, but the option is there for you to do so.

Once the attendant takes your information and films you, you are considered a ‘prospective’ entrant into Dante’s Abyss. You will step through the gate (a large, jagged crack in reality) and find yourself in the lobby of the Preshow Facility. You may then start to post in whichever of those threads you want to.

When you post your roleplay, you (the writer) must fill out the following form and place it in [*quote] tags.

Appearance – Your character’s appearance (a picture will suffice for canonical characters).

Personality – Your character’s personality in a few sentences.

Possible Reactions – How would your character respond to certain situations? How might they respond to other types of people?
-Example - Proto Man has entered the competition to seek glory and money to give back to his community. He would go out of his way not to hurt anyone, except in self-defense, and he would try his hardest not to betray people. On the other hand, Shang Tsung is out for his own glory and interests. He wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone he could, and he wouldn't think twice about using anything to his advantage.

Relationships – State any important friendships/rivalries you have with other contestants. Example - Guu and Gilgamesh fought each other in the past, so those two crossing paths would be something the audience would be keen on watching for.

‘Combat’ Style – Now by this I don’t mean a fighting style. I’m looking more at how your character will react if thrown into violent situations. Do they go fists flying? Will they retreat to find a better advantage? Will they be cowardly? Will they defend their allies above all?

Eligible Powers – List these, I will reference this over your Roster.

Moves – List your eligible moves (if you have any) AND put in a roster link to where I can find their descriptions. Also, BOLD moves that your character frequently uses (their ‘bread n’ butter’). Please label Super Moves accordingly and include transformations.

Extra – Anything you think I must know to properly write your character.

Quotes – List a quote or two your character has said or may say.

[Retane]

Pt 1.

"So he killed the entire tribe? All of them? And the orc leader was a dark spawn? He made sure Gollum couldn't get away, and did all this pretty much on his own?" The Mokugakure eyed the shinobi.

Asuma shrugged and nodded, "The Namek is good. Seem's he has even made friend's with the wood it self. He's angry and almost feral, but he is cool and calculating like a wolf. He'd be greated as a lone wolf, but he seems to care about his team. He's not a ninja, but some could learn a thing or two from him. "

Retane listened but didn't speak. He felt tired and exhausted, but he had been healed and his strength restored. Perhaps it was his adrenaline from a fight that hadn't recovered. He didn't know and didn't question it.

"And the Guardian", The Lady of the Village asked.

"As I said, he was hurt, but responded like, well after watching Retane's actions, well like a Horsemen. He didn't hesistate, he acted. He saved our lives." Asuma looked back to the two.

Lady Tsunade nodded, "And our Headless Gremlin Snatcher?" She was talking about how Arith had walked through town with the head shouting that he had beheaded a gremlin.

The shinobi shook his head, "No comment."

The blonde headed konouchi shook her head and Retane glanced at Arith who seemed oblivious to it all. Inirtias stood nexet to Alaina, and Airyonna actually stood beside Jack. Sverit and Gulish were both allowed into the room this time. They were calm.

"If you do not mind", Retane took a step, "I'd like to be going home now."

"Home? I have quite a few more questions for you, actually." Tsunade barked.

"I am not a ninja. I am a Namekian. I am a Horsemen. I don't have to answer any questions." Retane started to turn.

"You don't but- but I assumed you wanted fame, and power. So I was going to ask if you were planning on entering this? " The Kage twisted a small television around so he could see it.

The Namekian locked his eyes on the screen. He watched the advertisement in it's entirety; Every pitch and all the propoganda they had to offer. Retane looked deep into the eyes of Karl Jak as if he was speaking directly to him,"Do you want fame? Do you want glory? Would you like power? Do you tihnk you should be recognized as one of the strongest primes the Omniverse has to offer? Maybe you are frustrated and want to just kill and destroy? Do you like artefacts? Do you think you can handle what the Dante's Abyss has to offer? If so, come to the nearest gate to located at one of these locations in your verse, and prepare to be Amazing. Or camera fodder."

Behind Karl Jak was an image of the map that pinpointed the nearby gate for the Tangled Greens. It was nearby, and Retane recognized the spot automatically. It was where the goblins had actually just recently kamekazi'd their exlposive selves in the area, where they had first encountered Gollum. The namekian knew it wasn't to far off from where they were.

Karl Jak winked, "Are you strong enough to survive?"

Inirtias and Arith both said it simitaneously, "Oh fuck!"

Retane stood there silent for a fewmoments. The Mokugakure and the other's eyed the two Lythian's then Retane. Their eyes danced to anf fro, not sure what was going on, but the Lythians eyed each other knowing that things could get bad. The looked at the Emerald Fiend, and still the namekian only stared at the screen. At that smile of Karl Jak. Retane knew the person. His subconscious and instincts told him so.

The Emerald Warrior recalled what Enroshia had told him, when he asked for suggestions, before the elvish warrior had dissapated, "My time is up. But if I was you, perhaps you could try following what you did before? But stay away from anything like Dante's Abyss. That tournament seems to comsume and unleash a dark side of you...."

[Blink]

As Claire padded her way along the white floor in front of her, she couldn't help but experiment with this new world she had found herself in. The first thing she noticed was that she had no shadow - so there was no light source here. It was a bright white, clearly visible space but there was no light or sun around her. She glanced behind her to see if she could still the tree that served as a fountain, but she couldn't. She had been walking for a while now, in the same direction, and had succeeded in finding nothing.

The person - if she could call it that - had said that using this Omnilium substance she could make anything she wanted. As she walked along the emptiness, her emerald eyes found their way down to the ground, trotting along. After spending a few minutes thinking about it, she watched as a small green path of grass began to sprout up from the white nothingness, as if guiding her forward in a straight line. "Hrm," she clicked her tongue along the back of her teeth.

The next step was movement. She came to a stop, which also stopped the grass path from growing in front of her. She could walk everywhere if she wanted to - but that just wasn't something that she - a teleporter, even by name - was used to. But could she still use her powers here, in this place? Once upon a time, she could teleport all the way to the moon. Now, she wasn't sure that could do anything. Well, that was true. She was able to produce her energy daggers earlier, so that was something.

Blink looked up from her solitary spot. She squinted her eyes. In the distance, she could see something. She couldn't tell what, but given that everything else was bright white and this had actual color to it, it meant she had found something in this desert of nothing.

She looked down at her hands and conjured up two orbs of pink energy, just to see that she could. The light flickered around her fingers like a flame. She wondered briefly if she could teleport all the way there. "Well," she said aloud, to nobody in particular. "I guess there's only one way to find out."

With one quick motion, Claire leaped forward as if she was competing in a long jump competition. In mid-air, she brought her hands up and displaced the energy in her hands forward, causing a rip in the space in front of her to form. The space turned into a portal, which wrapped around Claire as she jumped through it, 'blinking' forward a good fifty feet. While she didn't move nearly as far forward as she wanted, there was no question the teleportation worked. She rolled onto the ground upon landing, and upon getting back to her feet opted to keep moving. She put another portal in front of her and ran through it, getting closer to the figures in front of her. She was running full speed now - a grin forming on her face as she started to feel normal again. She felt alive again. In front of her was a large tent with some humanoid figures all around it, still a good distance away. This time, she didn't put a portal in front of her, but rather just blinked away from her current position all together.

Blink appeared in the back of a small line, panting with a silly smile on her face. That was fun. Right in front of her was a woman in tribal clothing, like an Indian in the midst of a ritual. She turned her head and squinted at Blink, as if surprised to see her. Despite her foreign appearance, she spoke perfect English, which led Clare to think she was dressing up in a costume as opposed to actually being tribal. "Where did you come from?" she asked. "I didn't hear you come up here."

"I'm really quiet," Claire lied.

"I guess so," the woman responded. She had a little more of a bitchy attitude then Claire would have liked to have heard.

Claire's green eyes looking at the tent in front of her. There was only about five people in the line she was standing in. The sign to the tent said 'Dante's Abyss Sign-Ups.' "What's Dante's Abyss?" she asked aloud, not really speaking to the woman in front of her directly - more to herself. But the woman was the only one whose attention she had, so she looked down at the shorter girl anyway to hear her answer.

"It's a tournament," the woman said, being surprisingly kind of with her information. "More like a big battle royale. Last man standing kind of thing."

Tournament. That sounded pretty nifty. Given that she had no real clue what was going on this place and she was nowhere closer to finding answers then she was an hour ago, it seemed like the best time-killer. "You gonna compete?" she asked the tribal woman.

"Me? No, I'm not a prime. They don't weaklings like us, sister," she laughed, not noticing that Blink's face contorted into a look of offense. "This is the line for employee interviews. The fighters queue is over there." She pointed her hand over to the booth right in front of the tent, underneath the sign that Blink had seen earlier. The first thing that the teleporter noticed, was that there was no line. "Man, I wish I could compete. Don't you?" She turned to look at the bubble gum colored woman, but was again surprised to find nothing in front of her. "What the--?" She turned to look for her, and bulged her eyes as she saw the strange woman standing right in front of the booth she directed her to.

Blink wasn't paying attention to the surprised screams of the woman she had left. She was already putting her signature on the appointment log in front of her. "Thank you, Miss..." he looked down at the ledger to see what she had written down. "Blink. Please follow me." She smiled at his confusion of her name. She didn't hate the name Claire Ferguson, but she was fairly sure that nobody was going to be intimidated by that name going into a competition. Not to mention, she was sure that 'Omni' didn't find her interesting because she was a Ferguson.

Blink was guided inside the tent, which was really just one big open room. At the back of the open space was a rift in space - similar to what gets left behind when she was 'blinks.' She knew immediately it was a portal. She was kind of an expert on that sort of thing. The man that had taken her information down led her to one of the interviewing spaces off to the side, where she was directed to sit down.

"I'm going to turn this camera on, so we can record some questions. Is that okay?" He was very polite when he asked. Very rehearsed.

"Sure."

The man nodded and sat down behind the camera. She folded her hands on her lap, wrists on her thighs. She hadn't really taken to think about what clothes she was wearing - mainly because of the whole 'showing up in a great white void' thing she was dealing with. She took a look to find that her green robes were laying across her shoulders and down to cover her to the ankles. It was the uniform of choice she wore when leading the Exiles.

She looked up to see the man clicking the camera on. A red light appeared on the front of it. "Interview Subject N-101. Blink. Okay, Miss Blink, why do you want to compete in Dante's Abyss?"

"I don't know," she said. That was all she said.

The man behind the camera pushed up on his glasses, contorting his nerdy looking face. For the first time since she started interacting with him, she realized that he strongly resembled an animal from Earth. A weasel. An annoyed weasel. "Are you familiar with Dante's Abyss? You do know that this is a survival tournament, right? It's a violent program."

"That's fine." Again, she didn't say anything else. What else was there to say?

He did not seem to appreciate her short answers. "What makes you qualified to compete in this tournament? What are your talents?"

"I'm really, really fast."

"Show me."

Blink squinted her eyes. She looked to the side. There was only one other person interviewing across from the tent. Everyone else was an employee shuffling around doing busy work. Nobody was paying much attention to her little corner of the tent with this rodent-looking recorder. She nodded her head and put her hands on the chair underneath her. She looked up at the camera and showed a little teeth, grinning as she displaced some of her magenta energy into the metal folding seat. Both her and the chair disappeared in front of the camera.

Mr. Weasel Guy suddenly looked up immediately to see over the camera and verify that what he saw through it was true. Sure enough, she was gone. A moment later, she appeared again, sitting on the same chair, but now leaning back comfortably, as if she had never moved. "Wow," he said, genuinely impressed.

"Told you," she said, not-so-humbly. "Fast."

"I think you qualify for the tournament," he said, not needing to see anything else. He wasn't going to tell her, but they were hurting for qualified candidates in the Nexus anyway, since most everyone there was new. She was probably going to get a spot regardless. "You can go ahead and go through the portal there, Miss Blink." He nodded his head to the rift at the back of the tent. "I'll finish your paperwork."

"Where does it lead?" she asked, standing up. Mr. Weasel stood up, too, clicking the camera off. "The portal."

"The Danteverse." He said. "You'll show up in the pre-show lobby. The event is starting in about a week or so. You'll get a chance to relax and meet the other competitors before it starts. You can read up on the rules and engage with some fans, too. The whole Omniverse is going to be watching. It's a huge event."

Blink nodded her head as a silent thanks. She walked away from the interviewer, glancing at the side entrance to the tent as she walked towards the back. She could see the woman wearing tribal clothes walking in, locking eyes with her. The woman looked surprised again, but didn't say anything this time. Blink just smiled at her - more like a smirk, as if to send her a message with just her facial expression.

Then she turned to look at the rift in reality in front of her. Again, it looked overly familiar. She stopped in front of her. It was exactly how her own portals acted after she went through them - leaving behind that little 'blink' in time and space. Like a jagged split in the world. To her, it felt natural, but to everyone else it was like a scar running right through the world. To Claire Ferguson, it was the closest thing to familiar that she got here.

Blink looked around the tent. Nobody was watching her. Nobody cared.

She walked through the portal.

Appearance – http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090...295%29.png

Personality – Claire Ferguson has been fighting since she was a child, so she has a good 'Fight IQ' when it comes to confrontations. She has a tendency to get too lost in strategy and takes things too seriously, which makes her a great leader. She has a bit of an emotional wall to keep strangers away, but once it gets chipped away she can actually be very sociable and after awhile, very loyal. She is very opinionated and when she loses her temper, can lose her 'strategic mind' and become brash.

Possible Reactions – Blink is entering the competition as if it's just a regular fighting tournament. She's brand new to the Omniverse and hasn't yet found her 'purpose' here. So she's approaching the show as her introduction to the Omniverse - it'll allow her to make friends and allies and figure out where she wants to go from here. She tries to act tough but she works much better in groups, especially as the leader, so her first instinct is going to be to establish relationships.

Relationships – None

‘Combat’ Style – Blink's first instinct in a violent confrontation is going to be use her portals to gain an advantage. She could use them to hide somewhere or just to get behind someone. She's a very 'think first, act second' kind of person so she'll want to strategically gain an advantage before she initiated the conflict. She's decent in hand to hand combat but her forte is ranged, utilizing the shadow energy that causes her portals. Since that'll be several hampered, her best bet is to use portals.

Eligible Powers – Master Teleportation (utilizing portals)

Moves – Teleportation Energy

Extra – N/A

Quotes – N/A.

[Retane]

The namekian looked around at the room as he realized he was the center of attention.

Tsunade seemed intrigued, "I was just showing it to him since he is a prime. Am I missing something? "

Arith actually looked up and away and started whistling an 'innocent tune'. Inirtias shook his head let out a sigh as Retane, ignoring the Lady shinobi, eyed him closely, "Did I impress you?"

Inirtias let out a sigh, "No. But yes. I wont wipe our minds, but I will answer a single question here and now, in front of everyone. So ask carefully."

Retane didn't have to think hard, he already had the question he wanted to ask, "If I join this 'Dante's Abyss', is there a chance I could learn about who I was?"

The elf from Lythia took a deep breath thinking of his answer and shook his head with a laugh, "You are going to go anyway. There is a chance, yes, that it could help you in your goals, but I have to warn you, that struggle you feel between hate and the love of life will be challenged. You will struggle most likely, like the Ninja, Elf, do agasint the Orcs. But instead of being one of the other, you will be the embodiment of their struggle, fighting agasint yourself inwardly. You will find yourself in a dark place. You will hate it, but you will accept it. This is a tournament where you have to accept it. There's only one way to survive and win, and no matter what, it means, people will die."

The elf looked around at everyone and Tsunade had to ask, "How do you know all this?"

Inirtias bit his lip, but it was Arith that let out a sigh of annoyance, and removed his helm, "It's because of why 'we' are here. Retane is here because he was the God of Death, to ascend to such a thing, sometimes puts a target on your back I guess. He was banished from his time, and his memory removed. There is only one thing, he can do. Get stronger by any means necessary. As God of Death, Retane chose who went where. He chose who lived or died. He was the Reaper. He was Retane, the Exiled. Enroshia may have become the Arbitrator of Heaven and Hell back on their universe and time, but it was Retane that truly had to decide what happened. He has a good heart, he is just angry. Am I the only one that still thinks about his pain? His anger? Fucking elves are always scared and think about themselves. I say let him do it. Make him do it, even. There's only one way to find out what he is going to do or how things will turn out, and we can't stop him in the end."

The Horsemen listened. He had come to trust Arith over the time he had spent with him and it was obvious that Arith was showing that one side. The namekian had alread knew his choice, but Arith only strengthend his choice. "It's official then, I am going."

"I am going too, then", It was Jack that spoke up.

Retane let out a sigh, looked towards Gulish and Sverit, "You two know the way home. You will have to go there and hold the base down. I'll be there after I am done handling this."

The two mercenaries from Corsucant nodded. Jack looked happy, eager and nervous as Retane appraoched him and put a hand on his shoulder. "I am proud to have you as an ally. I am happy to accept you as a member of the Horsemen. But, there's something I'm going to be sorry for..."

Retane felt the orgosynth offer his strength, it would be something he would need agasint the icer and his fast paced manuvers. A strong swift chop at the neck dropped the guardian, even cracking the unseen layer of ice that was meant to defend him. Frost collapsed in Retane's arms, who gently laid the Guardian down on the floor. "I am sorry, my friend. But I am scared that you are too innocent for this. It seems, however, that I am not, I do not fear for my safety or well being. I am however scared for you. Just do not hate me for this choice I have come to make."

The namekian arose tall and full of pride as he looked around the room, "Make sure he gets to our base. Remind him that I am sorry, but for this, I don't think this would be the kind of thing for him."

Arith dropped his helm and looked Retane dead into his eyes, "How much memory have you come to remember?"

The Emerald Warrior let out a sigh, "I know Tapion died. I watched him die twice. I know how I felt. I am a Namekian, as well as a Horsemen. I know I have the dark seed of anger and hatred inside me. But I would not willing hurt an ally. I don't want to see Jack die. I know I don't worry about you or the elf, but I feel that if I had to care, I would."

Arith took a long breath and offered a saddly forced grin, "I got your back gremlin."

Retane shook his head looked to the opening behind the Kage and let himself hover in the air as he slowly moved towards the exit. He paused for a few moments and looked back at everyone. He cared not for the facial expressions of the ninja, if they hd any. The Emerald Warrior just gave a nod, looked back at Jack and gave a a deep sigh. The namekian shot out the window.

The Mokugakure looked around observing the situation. She looked to the Guardian, "Once the new member of the Horsemen wakes up, have them all escorted to where they need to go."

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Retane's mind was numb. He dropped down once he reached the camp, annoyed that there was first in line. He had no time, nor the pateince for waiting. The Emerald Warrior, timing it well landed in the first position as another moved his way through the gate . A human behind him argued and grumbled, but was more quiet then he seemed he wanted to be. The namekian actually was the reason for it as he held a hand out with an orb of energy focusing on the face of the man. Retane was eager to get this done and over with. No one even questioned him or tried to interject.

"Name?", the registrator asked, not missing a beat as she motioned at the cmera rolling behind her. The namekian was never fond of cameras. He hated them.

"Retane. I have been involved in this before. Look me up." The Horsemen wasn't up for talking or answering questions. He pushed himself through the rip in space that represented the gate and strode through.

The registrar simply laughed with a shrug, "I wish they were all that easy."

Appearance – Namekian, usually wheres a cloak, where his battle attire and cloak are, a mix of dark orange, crimson, dark green and black colors.

Personality – Angry.

Possible Reactions – Retane is not afraid to kill. He knows this is kill or be killed.

Relationships – Retane and Jack Forst( if he follows through and enters) are members of The Horsemen.

‘Combat’ Style – Retane is not afraid to kill. He knows this is kill or be killed.

Eligible Powers – N/A?

Moves – Last I checked Moves were banned?

Extra – Naw I am good. I'll do this the way it was meant to be. I am brinking my Atefact, Malefactor

Quotes – *"So you are the ugly son-of-a-bitch that's been making this place miserable? You are the one that protetected the slimy bastard behind me and the one that was going to torture my comrades? How about you try to torture me, or are you gonna stand there thinking you are are a pretty little princess?"

*"I am sorry, my friend, but I am scared that you are too innocent for this. It seem's I am not, but I am not scarred for me. I am however scared for you. Just do not hate me for this choice."

*The Namek wanted to avert his eyes. He really didn't want to do it. But even The Skull had said that 'at least one of them had to die'. Who wanted to live life alone with all those bad memories? Who wanted to be apart from their family? The Emerald Warrior let out a low growl and looked down at the bullet in his hand. It went to the Single Shot. "Yes."


*Grenade.... "Tapion... We made it my freind. We are finally here. Now you can rest and no one can disturb you. They won't hurt you anymore. I promise."

*"Tapion... No one will hurt you anymore..." The Namekian spoke almost gently as he watched the explosion erupt, causing a flash of napalm to flare up before the unstable hill collapsed on top of it, burying the soon to be ashes of those that had lost their lives on this battlefield.

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh walked away from the assassin prime with an evil grin on his face. Patience was what he needed till he had his Kingdom be one of the most powerful in the entire Omniverse...and now all the primes flocked to him like scared hens. What the empire must be doing to drive them away...oh he didn’t care. As long as he got them, those primes who were stupid enough to listen to every word he spoke and to heed every order just to get back at the large, bully of a nation. How sweet the taste of power would feel in his hands again…

The group had reached the edge of the town, Gilgamesh noted the Stormtrooper vehicle right outside the edge of town, next to the King’s Garage. “Watch me get in this bad boy that I stole right here.” The King watched Seraph confidently stride up to his stolen vehicle and jump on it, turning the key and the engine roaring to life. The thing began to float off the ground and he unsteady wobbled a bit before trying to look cool. His attempts of being suave did little to impress Gilgamesh and only received an unimpressed sigh. Crona on the other hand seemed easily impressed with the technology at hand. “Wait here.”Gilgamesh walked into the wooden building next to the bike and opened the door with a loud creak and slammed it behind him.

From outside the garage Crona and Seraph were confused, watching the door intently. Roaring came from inside the building as Gilgamesh broke through the makeshift roof of the building with Gil Gil machine. He landed on the ground before circling around Seraph and stopping. The golden motorcycle matched it’s Kingly rider and purred beneath his foot. He was rubbing his head and brushed off some dust off of his black overcoat. “I’ll have someone fix that. He couldn’t help but chuckle playfully as he showed up the man who had desired to serve him. Seraph couldn’t help but grumble a bit as Gilgamesh waved for Crona to hop on his bike. The boy jogged over to the King before attempting to get on the bike, only to be pulled up by Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh revved up his motorcycle, “Let’s see if you can keep up.” Gilgamesh smiled coyly as he sped off towards Carrefore leaving Seraph coughing in his dust. He heard the hover bike revv up behind him before it slowly began to catch up to him. He heard the prime behind him, “You didn’t plan on leaving me, did you?” Gilgamesh smiled and revved the bike further, cutting ahead of Seraph, just cutting him off. He heard a faint grumble in the background as he revved the bike further along. Seraph tried to get ahead of him, but Gilgamesh cut him off whenever he turned. Seraphs face turned into a determined smile as he veered to the right. Gilgamesh turned his head to see the Prime turn right as he heard Crona’s voice.

"WATCH OUT!" Gilgamesh jolted his head to the right as a Cactus was right in his face and Gilgamesh was forced to veer left before his vehicle crashed and his body became a human pindoll. That is what his job was for! He made other people Pin cushions for his entertainment! He had a grim expression on his face as he heard Seraph’s laugh grow closer. The man was now next to Gilgamesh as they saw new portals out in the middle of the plains. Carrefore was just in sight and he recognized the blue watery substance, however it seemed to be a tear in the fabric of reality. Curious.
Gilgamesh slowed down down and stopped his bike before reaching the large tent and booths that the people were sweating in. He stepped off his Metal Steed and watched it dissipate into Golden dust. He turned around with grace as he strided forward and meet the lady at the registration booth. She had a personal fan blowing on her and she was chewing bubblegum like a cow.

*smack* *smack* *smack*

“Can I help you?” The tone in her mouth was sassy and she seemed annoyed that she was forced to be there. A bubble blew up from her mouth and a large pop make Gilgamesh flinch, as well as her spit flying onto his shirt. He let out a sigh before speaking.

“I am King Gilgamesh and I plan to participate this Dante’s Abyss.” Her face didn’t change expression but she instead pushed a clipboard with a pen dangling from a small string.

“Fill out this form and then come over to the right so I can film your segment.” Gilgamesh filled out the form with hurry and he thought about appearing in his armor. This event doesn’t even deserve the pleasure of dealing with me at my full potential. He scoffed before turning to the right to see the woman setting up the camera. Her nasally voice carried through the air, “Alright now do your bit or whatever.”

Gilgamesh’s brow furrowed and his couldn’t help but be furious at her indifference to his presence. He turned to her before speaking. “I am Gilgamesh, The King of Heroes! Those who do not fear me shall perish underneath my boot and I shall participate in your pathetic contest, mongrel!” His eyes glanced back to the camera and stared into the lens. “I shall win this event and reclaim my treasures. And to anyone who participates in this heed my warning. Do not get in my way.” Gilgamesh walked off towards the newly formed portal before glancing to the other two members of his Kingdom.

“You two, I’ll meet you on the other side."

Appearance:

Personality:Gilgamesh is very egotistical. He believes he should be the center of all things in the universe and that the world should bow down before him. Being given everything since his birth, he is used to being treated like a King and is very dignified and spoiled and will often throw "tantrums" when he does not get his way. He believes he should rule only the finest people and all others should perish before his golden foot.

He often does great feats for his people, such as taking down the Bull of Heaven in order to protect his land and his people. While he will do these things, it does not mean he enjoys them. He hates to dirty his hand and will often dismiss people who are not worthy of him and will just end them quickly and go on the rest of his day.

However, he will tolerate people in order to get his way in the end and is not shy to using and manipulating people to get power. He often underestimates people, dismissing them and often losing due to his own mistakes in letting his guard down. His biggest flaw is his cocky nature which is always his downfall.

Possible Reactions: He has come to the Abyss in order to retrieve Artefacts and will crush anyone who dares to stand in his way. He will use, manipulate, and betray people who aren't planning to be in his Kingdom and will use strategy in order to get his way. He, however, has a sense of honor and will avoid betray those who plan to be in his Kingdom. In response to betray he'll act vengefully and will destroy those who dare betray him. When his goal is at hand, he becomes very serious and often cuts straight to the work rather than play with his enemies.

Combat Style: Gilgamesh hates to face people who are not worthy of him and will often just give it a half effort. He'll face them more as a joke rather than a real fight. He prefers to do it at a distance but won't shy from going in hand to hand combat if necessary.

Eligible Powers: Insight

Moves: I doubt any of these would work but here's the ones that MIGHT be eligible
The Chains of Heavens?
The King's Barrier?
Golden Swords Function 2?

Enuma Elish-Super Move
Runes of Babylon-Power Up

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Relationships:
Rivals with Guu and Straizo
Faction Members with: Seraph and Crona
Extra: Gilgamesh CAN deal with people who he finds…unworthy just to gain an edge. Gilgamesh likes to taunt his opponents and degrade them when fighting. He loses in Canon due to his cockiness and puts in effort when it is too late.

Quotes: "Your things are my things"
"May your corpse entertain me, mongrel."
"I should be the center of all things in the universe"
"Who gave you permission to gaze upon me, Rabid dog"
"I am the rules!"
"Toying with you will relieve my boredom"

[Jack Frost]

Jack came to, feeling a slight pain in the side of his neck. He remembered everything that happened, the strike on his pressure point from his new found friend had knocked him out.

"I am proud to have you as an ally. I am happy to accept you as a member of the Horsemen. But, there's something I will be sorry for."

Sorry for knocking me out and not trusting me? I told you I felt you needed me and this is what you do to me?

"I am sorry, my friend, but I am scared that you are too innocent for this. It seems I am not, but I am not scarred for me. I am however scared for you. Just do not hate me for this choice."

You should have trusted me. Do you even know what I have been through? Do you think I wont follow you? You called me a friend, I am coming, I will make you understand that I can help you. I heard what Arith said, I will help guide you and keep you safe.

"He's awake", Airyonna called out.

"Finally" Lady Tsunade stated from afar.

"Are you okay?" The shinobi that he had given the snow lilly to asked.

The new Horseman sat up and nodded. He looked around seeing everyone there but Retane, "Where did he go?"

It was Arith that stepped forward, "He went to join Dantes Abyss. But you knew that. Did you really need clarification?"

The Guardian shook his head, still trying to shake his dizziness. He pulled himself to his feet, and started moving towards the balcony, but paused, realizing he wasn't able to take to the air like his friend. He looked back to Arith ,who still had his helm off, but it was held under his arm. "You can take me there right?"

Arith didn't joke, " You were there, the place seems to be near the spot where you and Ms. Airyonna had your first meeting. It is pretty barren now I guess? But sure I am okay with taking you."

Inirtias moved to argue, but the Dragon Warrior eyed him clutching at his sabers.

A soft tune similar to a flute slowly hummed its way into the ears of those in the the room and slowly got louder, though remining soft and harmonious. The music came from the entrance of Lady Tsunade's balcony. A black hooded figure appeared, cross armed with a musical instrument shaped like a conk shell from the sea. The tune was soothing, but the figure seemed dark and mysterious. His face was shadowed and couldn't be seen beneath the cowl he wore..

"Oh great, we have to handle the Horsemen dramatics and now this" Lady Tsunade threw her hands up.

The musician stopped his playing suddenly, "Did someone mention the Horsemen? I'm actually looking for a Namekian, named Retane. He may go by the title as Dark hunter, however. Have you seen him?"

Jack tried to stand his proudest, "I am a Horsemen."

The mystery figure tucked away his instrument but never turned his head,"You're a Horsemen? Heh, looks like they've lowered their standards then?"

Jack gripped savior with a strong tightened fist, "What makes you think their standards have been lowered?"

The stranger laughed, " The Horsemen once held Gods. The God of Darkness, the God of Death, and the God of War. What are you?"

Jack stood defiant, "I'm a Guardian."

"Hah! Guardian of what", the cloaked figure chided.

Jack raised Savior and slammed the butt of the staff down, bothered that this stranger was mocking him, "I am the Guardian of Fun!"

Jack knew it didn't sound as intimidating as he wanted it to be, and felt almost as if it was nearly embarrassing. The shady figure straightened himself and his voice hinted that he was laughing under his breath, " Yeah, that's impressive."

Jack noticed the blade, finally, strapped to the back of the stranger. Why he hadn't noticed it before? He was unsure, but the figure pulled the conk out and played a few notes, summoning a silver-blue direwolf that stood on all fours. It appeared as a wisp of smoke from the instrument, and formed quickly into the astral being. The wolf sat on his haunches, and let out a long solemn howl until the figure placed a hand on the creature and stroked it's glowing fur, "Take me to him, old friend."

The stranger and the wolf leapt off the ledge of the balcony in a run, straight towards the cities exit.

Jack paused for a moment unsure of the person's intentions, but he seemed dark and angry, similar to Retane, actually. The Guardian gripped his staff even tighter as he realized that the 'him' the stranger referred to, was his namekian ally. Frost was still bothered he had been left behind, but he was going to prove to Retane that he wasn't useless. If this guy was truly after, Retane, he would be there to help him.

Jack looked to Arith, who had already placed his helm back on, then to the elf who gave a sigh. The Guardian nodded determined then, "He's going after Retane, we have to go help.."


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The two Lythian's and the Horseman pushed themselves to their fastest speeds. They reached the sign-up camp just in time to see a long line, with the stranger and the over-sized wolf at the front of the line, nearly forcing themselves through, to the gate. "Hey wait, who are you and where do you think you are going",Jack shouted.

The shady figure looked back as he and the wolf strode towards the gate, "I'm going through this gate, like a true Horsemen would. "

Jack paused at the words for a moment only to shout back, "I'll show you a true Horsemen."

It was too late, the duo had passed through the gate. Jack charged forward, passing those in the line, getting hostile comments from those he passed. The Lythian's followed him, trying to keep up.. As the next entrant stepped forward after getting over all the confusion, Jack's speed had put him close enough to tap the ground, causing the ice to spread from the staff from where he tapped the soil. The Ice spread in a radius rapidly causing the first entrant in line to fall backward, which effected the balance of those behind him in chain reaction and domino effect.

Jack placed himself in front of the line, looking straight at a woman behind a deck with paper work, who seemed unnerved by it all. "Name?"

"Jack Frost." The Guardian answered, almost breathless, glancing at the camera near the woman. "I'm sorry but, I have to follow him. My friend may be in danger."

"Technically everyone's in danger", Arith laughed as him and Inrtias ran through the gate.

Jack seemed flustered, and ran through the gate after them, offering an apologetic smile as he left the desk.

Appearance- – Lanky young man with snow white hair, dressed in a hooded dark blue jacket with dark brown tattered pants.

Personality:-– Being the Guardian of fun he is known to play around, but can quickly change character when an ally is in danger, likewise to himself.

Possible Reactions- – Jack has come to prove himself to his fellow member and ally, as well as this shady figure. He doesn't want to be looked at as just a Guardian. Still, as a Guardian, Jack will do his best, give his life even, to defend and protect an ally.

Relationships- He is a member of the Horsemen, the same as Retane.

‘Combat’ Style- – A very defensive opponent, very quick and aerobatic, if a certain form of fighting is needed it would be along the form of martial arts, and parkour. Jack always puts himself in the way to protect his allies even if it means imminent death.

Eligible Powers- – Master Acrobat , Super Jumping (Advanced)

Moves-– Savior- Jack Frost walks with a staff. It is hooked with a frozen ice design around it and a wooden core. With it, he can freeze a stand still pond or even create a sturdy bridge across a slow moving current of water .Anyone that touches the staff gets a chill. Without the staff, he has no power.

Wall of Frost- The Guardian creates a Wall of Ice 15x15 tall and wide.(Can be smaller ) Its nearly a foot thick, and almost instantaneous speed. The further the wall is from him, the longer it takes to form. Jack can only cast it within a fifteen foot radius of himself, unless he can use nearby Ice to create it further with Savior.

Ice the Unseen- Jack walks around constantly with an unseen dense layer of thin ice. It is his final defense from attackers if they manage to strike him. It makes him cold to touch. Without Savior it slowly begins to melt and easier to crack. It only protects him from a few hits near equal to his defense and technique. Anything greater, it will only soften the blow but crack the ice. To recreate the ice at it's density, Jack needs around an hour at his basic levels of technique and defense and speed. If he is near water, he could also make it faster as he uses Savior to just make it more dense.

Slip N' Slide- Jack can only use the attack very sparingly. As long as Jack has Savior in his hand, he can tap the staff and a thin sheet of ice will begin to cover up to a 25 ft area. He can allow allies and those he chooses to pass over the ice but uses it to cause issues for his enemies; Slipping and sliding and possibly falling as they lose their balance and footing. He also has no issues using it to play pranks on friends. The created ice, itself, spreads out to it's peak in almost instant speed. The duration of the ice lasts as long as Jack is within the diameter of the ice, but also needs Salvtion to maintain it. He can disolve it it at will, but unless he weakens the ice before it leaves, or adds more power into it, it can take up to 15 seconds to retract, depending on the tempatre, to its center. It leaves bits of water among the ground after it dissolves.

Extra –-
Tier 1 Super Move
Believe in Me- Ally only. Using Jack's Speed, Tech and Defence, Jack is able to add a near unseen layer of flexible ice onto himself and another ally. The layer of ice is very dense and can help protect his ally, and even himself. The speed it is created and the strength of it's defence depend on Jack's current stats.

Quotes- –* "Do you take arrows to the shoulder, and make people out of nowhere? Or do you know whats going on?"

*"I like the smell of flowers, each one has a different smell. But that one smells like snow. My sister use to like to call all white flowers, 'snow lillies'. She loved the ones that grew in the snow."

*Jack sighed and laughed, "I think he needs me. I feel as if there is something deep within him that needs to be controlled. I can't explain it. But he needs to be able to laugh. He needs to be able to smile. Plus he saved my life."

*Jack paused at the words for a moment only to shout back, "I'll show you a true Horsemen."

[Miranda Frost]

This was great.. this was perfect. Minus the test Seraph was driven to give his potential Master, everything turned out swell. Seraph rose from his bow slowly, Dusting himself off from the kneel. King Gilgemesh-- huh... Seraph has heard that name before. It sounded old like a legend of some sort yet it remained an echo at the end of Seraphs chaotic mind. Soon the trail of the thought was lost and he began to refocus on the king.

With the pink haired boy, the two new servants of His Highness, strolled outside the palace, to the outskirts of town. They came across another fellow, but other than his good choice of clothes, he didn't really pay attention. He stepped back a little when the boy got all defensive but shook his head silently. The man obviously didn't mean to harm the King. Not in front of the same people who seemed fond of His Highness, and definitely not in front of the two warriors guarding him. The man in cool clothes exchanged a few words with His Savior and Ruler before the latter bestowed upon him orders to wipe the imperial presence from a town not to far from here. Seemed the Golden Savior King GIlgemesh's Golden Armor of Awesomeness was also magnetic, for it had drawn in many primes to him in one day. Seraph hasn't been in this verse that long, but he knew primes were special for a reason. The man left and the trio continued along to their destination at the edge of town.

Seraph's speeder-bike had been brought to The Awesome Golden King's Garage of Glory seemingly in one piece. When the group came closer, Seraph saw that he was correct on that assumption. Seraph walked over to it and cast a leg over it, straddling its metallic seat. Seraph turned the key, quickly switching the piece of machinery on and testing its hovering ability. He posed a bit at the King and the Boy as if he, Seraph, were Zeus himself, ready to cast his deadly lightning strike. Sadly the King was unimpressed, damaging Seraph's self esteem. This in itself was apparent by his sudden slouching, and the change of wardrobe he summoned for himself. His white and bloodied coat replaced itself with a new one, falling over his ankles, but shredded at the left side. A steel pauldron covered his left shoulder along with a steel piece of armor that covered his upper arm. Leather straps crisscrossed over his torso, leading to various holsters and scabbards that remained empty save for his Zanpakuto at his side. A wooden mask now hid his face, featureless except for its lack of mouth piece, its bleach white color, and small slits to see out of that resembled an overly positive face. A top his head lay a white, wide brimmed hat that kept the desert sun from his eyes. Ready to go and confused on where the king went, his confusion was met with the rumbling of a familiar sound.

The door was smashed open, Golden King of Badassery GIlgemesh riding out on his Motorcycle that shined like a thousand suns. Seraph had to avert his eyes. The sun's brightness was really getting on his nerves at the moment. He smirked behind his mask and accelerated to catch up. If its a race he wanted, Seraph wouldn't disappoint.

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The fun was over and they had passed through another one of those portals into what seemed like a carnival. Seraph noticed that there was lacking in parking places, especially for his bike, so he discarded it, slipped off of it and left the motor running. He followed the King up to the registration tent and waited a bit before entering. He coughed behind his mask and nodded at the King's temporary farewell to him. He exited through the portal, leaving the cameramen, the now slightly annoyed woman who sure enjoyed her bubble gum, and Crona. Seraph nodded with a shrug at the boy, stepping forward.

"I will be entering as well. I apologize on the King's behalf miss, he doesn't have enough alcohol in his system, or maybe he's just a big fish in a little bowl.... metaphorically of course." Seraph tilted his head, looking down at the woman with a scratch of his mask.

The woman sighed and muttered something that sounded an awful like I am so not getting paid enough for this "Just fill this out"

Seraph took the clipboard and debated on which language to write it in. He looked up at the woman, confusion hanging in his voice. "Do you want me to write this in the Universal Language right? English? Ya? Thought so."

He solved his own question and quickly wrote with his incredibly five year old like handwriting before tossing her the clipboard. "Sorry, not a camera person." Seraph was already through the portal before the camerament were able to get shots of him.

Appearance – https://prox.icyboards.net/?url=http%3A%...1b3w1z.jpg Minus all the weapons except for his katana at his side. Face is my avi. (If there is any problem with that I can put in one later, just figured that this would be acceptable as this is drawn by my own hand+.)


Personality – Seraph is curious for one. However he can be whatever and however he wishes to. (being composed of 1000+ souls lets ya do that). Generally he is respectful and considerate with a thirst for battle. He is loyal to his friends and masters and is not afraid of death as the fact that he is already dead and Omni's promise reassures this.

Possible Reactions – unless anyone has commited crimes against him in anyway.. everyone is equal in his eyes except for his Master, who is above them all.


Relationships – Guu= Familiar/Friendly Gilgemeesh=Master, Crona=Ally/Possible Friend, Strazio=Not sure/possible future rival or ally? Sasuke and Obito = Possible Ally/Friend

‘Combat’ Style – Unless pissed beyond measure or his Master is in danger, his response to combat is lax. He enjoys it but approaches it casually, using his natural ability to fight over constant contemplation. He does think though as there is a desire to win. His moves are reactionary, depending on what the opponent will do. He tends to tank attacks sent his way or dodge them than parry and attack only when there is an opening, unless he's pissed in which he fights akin to a rabid dog.


Eligible Powers – Survival. Master Acrobat

Moves – None
Extra – There is no way to control my character. there are many personalities within him wanting to take control so his response to things wont be the same (on minor things not regarding his Master or his position)

Quotes –"Woops, not supposed to be here hehe. You are the Primera's new plaything yes? Does that collar inhibiting you from drinking? Here toast with me, just be careful, this stuff is strong."

"I am an Espada, have you come to sharpen my blade against your flesh?"

"Sorry about this undesirable attire, a stormtrooper decided to bleed on me."

[Crona]

If Crona had known that a ride with Gilgamesh would me so nerve-wracking, he would have never came anywhere near the King's gleaming motorcycle, but as it stood, he had just clung onto the vehicle for dear life as they tore through the desert plains on their way to Carrefore. The boy's eyes were still wide in terror and his mouth partly open in shock even after they arrived, though he quickly gathered himself as the motorcycle dissipated into a fine golden dust, and the boy took the time to thank Lord Death for his safe arrival as he patted the ground to reassure himself that it was there.

A few moments later, Crona stands up, just in time to see Gilgamesh getting furious at some poor lady with a camera, though the rant was quite short-lived, before the King took off in stride towards the glowing portal, turning to him and Seraph with only a few parting words. "You two, I'll see you on the other side."

"Oh, ok, bye." Crona murmurs, somewhat taken back by how quickly events were taking place, though Ragnarok coulden't be more excited, as he bursts from Crona's back without so much as a warning. "Yea! We get to sign up and fight people! See, I KNEW We should have stuck with that gold-king-guy, and now look where we are. To think Crona, you almost went and tried to kill him, you dimwit." The Demon announces proudly, before ruffling Crona's pink hair. The boy lets off a weak smile, still holding his arm, before turning slightly towards Seraph as he walked towards the booth. "W-Well, I guess I'll... uh... see you on the other side too." Crona stutters out, before immediately being overtaken by Ragnarok's booming voice. "You better hope you don't see us! We you wont stand a chance against us! Not a chance, hear me!?" The Demon shouted after him, but to no real affect.

"Ragnarok, no, hes a friend, we can't do that. Crona squeaks out as he waits for Seraph to finish his registration, there wasn't really much of a line, and once it was clear the boy shuffled up to the booth. The lady tending it was still loudly chewing gum, which was nothing less than disgusting, but the boy definitely wasn't about to object. Ragnarok might have if he wasn't currently trying to stare down one of the locals who was minding his own business.

"Uh, yea, hi. I want to do the thing that... those other two were doing, if thats OK." He mumbles, and the lady non-nonchalantly gives him a registration paper and a pen. "Once you're done, you can do your skit, and then just head through the portal." She spoke while resetting the camera. "Wait, re-record me? No no no, I'm fine... I'll just, uh, go through the portal, OK? Thank you, bye!" He said quickly, finishing off the last part of the paper and rushing as quickly as he could towards the portal. Ragnarok wasn't quite one to pass up an oppertunity to taunt, however, and does what he can to stretch himself infront of the camera. "Hey, hey! Mess with us and we will put you in the ground, got it!? We're going straight to the top, so don't even think about --" The Demon tried as hard as he could, but as Crona made his way through the portal, Ragnarok had no choice but to follow, and his voice cuts off as the two make their way through to the Danteverse.

Appearance –


Personality – Constantly nervous and frightened by almost everything, Crona is an extremely shy and hesitant character. He feels most comfortable in solitude, though unfortunately he is also easily manipulated and as such can be easily convinced to carry out any number of tasks.

Ragnarok, Crona's constant companion, is a bloodthirsty and obnoxious demon, who is effectively the exact opposite of Crona's personality. He is a violent control freak who wants nothing more then to tear every living thing apart in order to devour their souls.

Possible Reactions – Despite their differences, Crona and Ragnarok have something in common; they both with to gain in power. Though they want it for differing reasons, a competition such as this which has promises of such great power is nearly irresistible to them. Crona is generally slow to react and hesitant to most things, though will viciously defend himself if he comes under threat.

Relationships – Jon Snow; his first friend in the Omniverse, though Crona has convinced himself that he is dead.
Sivo; Attacked Crona practically onsight, and is considered an enemy.
Gilgamesh; Intends to work with Gilgamesh to fight against the Empire.
Strazio; Met in Gilgamesh's castle, friendly enough that Crona won't be too cautious around him.
Seraph; A friend of a friend makes them my friend too. I think...

‘Combat’ Style – Crona gets gradually more powerful the more wounded he is, as he spills more blood that he can use as weapons. Similarly, he acts more and more erratically as he becomes more damaged. He will generally only fight defensively, never seeking to actively attack someone, but if he decides that there is no option other then to fight, he will go all out and use everything at his disposal to defend himself. If an ally is under attack, he will aid them, though only if it doesn't put himself at too much risk.

Eligible Powers – Hive Mind

Moves –
Bloody Armageddon (Tier 1 Super Move)
Unleash Ragnarok (Tier 1 Power-Up)

Quotes – "I dont know how to deal with this..."
"My blood is black!"
"If you feel upset, instead of fighting, why dont we write a poem?"
"Oh, I can kill them all? I didn't know that was an option."

[Samus Aran]

Samus looked at the crack, simply floating in the air. To think that such a thing could be considered run-of-the-mill in this multiverse.

“You’re Samus Aran.” The attendant sounded hesitant. “There’s … a bounty on you, right?”

“Right,” Samus responded from beneath her armour. “That’s not a problem, right?”

“Not at all,” replied the attendant. The ‘DA’ emblem on her chest was only slightly less prominent than the gold glitter in her hair. “If you’ll step this way, we’d like to record a segment for the viewers watching at home.”

“Is there any way we can skip this?” asked Samus.

The attendant shook her head. “I’m afraid not,” she said. “But you can keep the armour on if you like?”

Samus resisted the urge to sigh.

With the camera focused on her, Samus began to speak.

“You’ve probably seen or heard of me. I’m Samus Aran.” She crossed her arms.

The attendant gave an encouraging nod. Samus sighed and uncrossed her arms.

“I take down criminals. I hunt down anything or anyone that threatens the safety and freedom of the general public.” She looked to the camera, as if to ask ‘is that enough?’

The attendant must have guessed that that was all that they were going to get out of Samus, because she gave an ‘okay’ sign to the camera crew and beckoned for the hunter to follow her.

“Once I go through, what’s going to be waiting for me?” asked the hunter.

“The Dante’s Abyss complex is filled with a variety of domes to keep you occupied until the main event starts,” gushed the attendant cheerfully. “There is an area for training so that you can be in tip-top shape! There is a recreation area the likes of which even Coruscant’s top tier have never seen, with the best cafes, restaurants and viewing zones in the entire Omniverse! Are you feeling tired?”

“Not particularly,” replied the hunter with a dubious eyebrow.

“Well, if you get tired, make sure to visit the park dome! In the same zone, we even have mountains for hiking and skiing. And that’s just the start! We make sure to keep all of our prospective competitors happy and healthy for the main event. You’re going to have a blast.” She shot a wink in the hunter’s direction.

Samus could no longer contain her disgust. “Yeah, your fucking murder dome sure is upscale. Move,” she snarled, and stepped into the Dante Verse.

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Personality – Samus is a smart, moral and jaded pursuer of true justice and righteousness. She trusts very few people and prefers to work alone. She prefers to speak with actions rather than words.

Possible Reactions – Samus will not attempt to trick anyone (unless in combat) and will not actively seek to kill anyone that she does not see as absolutely evil or abhorrent. But if attacked, she will defend herself and kill if necessary. The only person she wants to kill in the competition is Cindy. Other than that, she will only take the first shot if she is outmatched and she believes she is going to be attacked first.

Relationships –
Ganondorf - Samus has met Ganondorf and while she does not trust him she also knows what he is capable of and may attempt to form an alliance of convenience with him.
Link - Samus has barely met this elf and has little to no opinion of him. However he did have a part in the fight against the Rathalos. More than likely she would be neutral towards him.
Harry Dresden - Samus trusts this man. While still somewhat unfamiliar with him in truth, she has seen his nobility and the way he will go out of his way to help others in need. That is a rare thing that Samus values highly.

‘Combat’ Style – Samus has a conservative but cunning and tactically minded combat style. She will use her surroundings to her advantage if possible, carefully judging circumstance and odds in order to determine whether best to run or fight. She has been in many dangers and her instinct will be to survive, not do anything stupid. Not even the anger of seeing Cindy would blind her to logic. The only thing that might cause her to act illogically would be if a child was in danger.

Eligible Powers – Super Jumping (downgraded from Flight), Master Acrobat

Moves – Grapple Beam (can use from either or both hands), Block Beam (creates blocks 3m in diameter and variable colour/texture for tactical cover or environmental advantage), Barrier Beam (works as a partial or whole, green plasma sphere)
Super Move - Missile Storm (2 SP) A cluster of micro missiles from her shoulderpads.
Full descriptions.

Extra – You know her well so I don't feel as though I have anything extra to add.

Quotes –
"I would only succeed in removing the one obstacle to the galaxy’s ruin. Myself."
“Co-operate with me. If you don’t … bad things will happen. Understand?”

[Alain the Carnedge]

Alain almost laughed at the result of that battle, but he felt like he was going to vomit. His limbs felt like they were on fire from the last battle. He could feel himself bleeding, and could see the bloodstains on his shirt. Walking felt like he was carrying a gigantic bag of bowling balls on his back, but he still couldn't stop. The mercenary knew the Moors well enough that if he stopped moving, it was not at all unlikely that some wandering vampires or primes would jump him before he could react. Not to mention his old friends might have changed their mind about letting him leave. Stopping now was just asking for trouble.

He kept walking, taking a brief moment to collect a piece of what used to be the Tarrasque's Carapace as a trophy before leaving the old battleground behind. He activated his invisibility again just in case, but got the idea that if he kept moving without rest, he was going to fall flat on his face before he reached anything. This probably wasn't even the way to Darkshire. He half-considered killing himself so that he could finally leave the Moors. But, despite how much he hated the Pale Hell, he still wasn't going to actually try that. He might've ended up somewhere even worse for all he knew.

Alain sat down on the cold, lifeless ground and opened his dataverse device. There had to be a map of the Moors somewhere on the Dataverse, right? It probably wouldn't help, as everything in the Pale Hell looked the same: dead. If there weren't corpses, destroyed villages, or dead trees in sight, then you simply weren't in the Moors. He also got the impression that anyone who wanted to map the place had been butchered by vampires. Or the Tarrasque. It was dead now, but nobody knew about it, at least not yet. Unsurprisingly, the search for a map wasn't successful, and he scowled in annoyance.

On the other hand, there was Dante's Abyss. A fighting tournament, people get dumped on an island, they fight, etcetera. It was a genuine challenge to look around the Dataverse and not find discussions or videos about the upcoming event. What caught his eye however, was that it involved another Verse. That was already a plus, and there were gates to said verse in the Pale Moors. Excellent. He gets out of the Moors, potentially gets fame and power, and loses...absolutely nothing. Well, that decided it. With luck, he'd walk away with a few souvenirs for his trouble. But he knew what came next: more traveling.

Alain sighed in exasperation and started to summon some transport. He didn't know where he was going, but hopefully that wouldn't matter. With luck, a few hours of wandering would get him somewhere...

Timeskip, go!

Thankfully, wandering for an hour or five or...more, eventually led him to a camp.He dismounted from the horse he'd summoned and squinted at the camp from further away. Men and women clad in medieval suits of armour were either looking about into the wasteland for anyone approaching or checking their dataverse devices, but all of those whose faces weren't obscured by a helmet looked sullen and tired. Presumably, they weren't used to the depressing wasteland that was the Pale Moors.

It was pretty obvious they weren't expecting any participants, even if some of them were pretending to look. There were no lines, and nobody looked enthusiastic. It was more likely that there weren't enough devices for everyone, and they were taking turns as to who got to pretend they were doing their job, and who got to surf the Dataverse for an hour or two. The merc couldn't see Darkshire though, so perhaps they just set up a camp in the middle of nowhere for those who were lost. Like himself. Alternatively, he was closer to the Nexus gate than he thought.

But just on the off chance that this was a trick, Alain walked towards the camp, still under his invisibility. Seems that the guys couldn't do anything about the stench, though...

Approaching from the front and walking into the open space, the mercenary took a quick look around. None of the employees were carrying weapons that he could see, maybe some were inside the big tent. The big tent with a gigantic sign that said "Dante's Abyss" on it. Their attire seemed like a pretty practical decision considering where they were, but there wasn't anything attacking them, nor did they appear to carry anything used as weapons unless the arms of their suits turned into chainguns. Perhaps there was some sort of invisible shield that only allowed Primes to get close to them and they were just using the armour to try and fit in, even if their suits were obviously in better condition than what Darkshire had? He didn't know, nor did he care enough to ask.

He could've used his analysis magic to make absolutely sure that these guys weren't a threat, but standing around for half a minute per person was too time consuming. It'd be faster to check for weapons the old fashioned way. He entered the tent under his invisibility and he vaguely heard a woman stuttering in confusion. As for the interior, most of the inside was simply empty space apart from cameras. There were some other employees, (they also weren't being productive) and a big rift in space in the middle of it all. Seemed that was his way out. He was internally thankful that he could finally leave, but got the idea that he had to speak to the armoured attendant in front of him or he'd get kicked out pretty quickly.

Alain deactivated his invisibility directly in front of the metal man, and the guy fell out of his chair in surprise.Which made everybody else in the tent turn to look at them simultaneously, the sound of about a dozen people in armor moving all at the same time breaking the silence. Someone poked their head in to check on their friend, saw what was going on, and immediately left without a word. Apparently red cloaked mercenaries that looked absurdly like assassins materialized in front of your coworkers all the time here.

"This is where I sign up for Dante's Abyss, correct?" The mercenary inquired, valiantly failing to keep the smirk off his face and pretending there wasn't a giant sign that said Dante's Abyss just outside. The other man breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he wasn't about to get murdered. At least not yet. They took a deep breath before regaining their composure, then speaking like a professional, if one who just got the life scared out of him. "Yes, sir. If you wish to compete in the tournament, you just have to sign up here." Alain casually walked to the front of the booth, grabbed the pen and form before they were offered to him, and signed his name. He couldn't be bothered with an alias for something like this. As he did that, the metal man sized him up.

Red-cloaked man, average build, no weapons that he could see, but looked like an adventurer. If he wasn't wearing the cloak, perhaps somebody would mistake him for an ordinary guy. But after that scare, the employee knew better. Perhaps they had a winner here, who knew? You can't predict what happens in the Abyss, anybody could win. But at this point in time, nobody here could be bothered to work. The Pale Moors tended to do that. Sucks all of the enthusiasm out of you. The red-clad man in front of the worker handed him the form with an almost equally bored expression, and he took it without another word.

Checking that everything was in order, the employee took a quick scan of the register before speaking again.

"Everything seems to be in order...well, we have to record a segment of y-" Alain yawned, making the metal man clench his fists in anger. "What for?" The mercenary asked, slightly annoyed. Couldn't he just leave? The tin can straightened up, trying to look professional again. "We need to make sure you're a potential entrant and not some kind of fraud. Plus, the audience loves this stuff." Alain pulled the piece of the Tarrasque's Carapace out of his cloak gave it to the attendant without a moment of hesitation. "That good enough?" He gave the attendant the most aggravating, smug grin that he could.

The attendant stared at it in shock, Brown, but warm to the touch. Surprisingly smooth, but it definitely looked like it came from the Tarrasque."It's dead?" they said in a surprised whisper, their helmet obscuring their expression. Alain merely nodded. The attendant pursed his lips. "Well, I still think we should do th-" They began, but Alain swiped his trophy back, and, ignoring the weak protests of the metal man, stepped through the portal into the danteverse.

Appearance – Alain wears a red cloak with black sigils, the hood of which almost completely shrouds his face and eyes. Other than that, he always wears gloves and a black shirt underneath the cloak, along with black trousers. All are bloodstained from the recent fight.

Personality – Cunning and snide, the mercenary adopts a slightly more polite persona to those he think might be good allies. When angered, he does not yell, but instead speaks in an unnervingly calm tone which manages to somehow be even worse than shouting. He has no qualms about stabbing anybody in the back or in the throat, but might hesitate to betray an ally if he think they won't turn on him. On the other hand he's...a bit lazy. If possible, he won't put too much effort into what he's doing.

Possible Reactions – In the competition partly because he got lost in the Moors, partly because artifacts and fame! The first thing he'll do upon meeting somebody is act nicer to try and get them to ally with him, until later where he might leave them in the middle of the night, or stab them in their sleep if he thinks he can get away with it without an injury. If they refuse, he'll at least ask them to leave so that everyone's happy. If dealing with somebody he doesn't particularly like, he'll make snide comments about them, to their face or otherwise.

Relationships – Whirda- Alain doesn't really care what happens to her in the competition, but will most likely start with the snide comments if she speaks to him. He is willing to team up with her if he has to, though. He just won't trust her to do anything.

‘Combat’ Style – The mercenary usually analyzes a situation and acts upon the information he's gathered to get the quickest and most efficient way of killing his target(s). But he's prepared to kill and betray, fighting as dirty as possible if required to survive. After he starts to get more severe injuries or as more Primes fall, he'll take the competition a lot more seriously, but until then, it's entirely possible he'll not put much effort into his fights, unless he's outnumbered or his foe has superior weaponry. If necessary, he'll switch to hand-to-hand combat, focusing on disarming an opponent and if possible, killing them with their own weapon.

Eligible Powers – Basic Super Jumping, Survival, Stealth, Burst Movement, Insight, Master Acrobat.

Moves – Tantibus, Flame Form I, Sanguine-Tier 1 Power-Up

Extra - Alain generally doesn't talk during battle aside from trash talk if he thinks it'll provoke the foe (Gilgamesh and Gilgamesh, other egotists). Usually injured or even defeated by a failed analysis or his own laziness.

Quotes – "Let's just get this over with, eh?"
"Run now, and I'll pretend this never happened."
"Fool me once, I'm gonna kill you."

[Dr. McNinja]

Dr. McNinja panted and leaned on a wall for a bit.

"Okay... I really miss my Accord."

He lifted his head and met the eyes of a woman in a suit with a clipboard.

"Hello!" she chirped. "Would you like to sign up to attend Dante's Abyss?"

"Dante's what-now?"

"Dante's Abyss! It's a tournament where Primes from all over the Omniverse compete with each other in an exciting, new Verse! Are you ready for unsurmountable glory and innumerable riches? Are you strong enough to survive?"

The woman stuck out the clipboard. Dr. McNinja raised an eyebrow.

"What... would Batman do?" he pondered.

Dr. McNinja took a moment, then grinned - "What do I have to do?"

~~~

After scrawling his name in the clipboard, Dr. McNinja walked up to a booth and filled in his form.

Appearance – He wears a lab coat and a suit, and a ninja mask. He always has a stethoscope slung around his neck. Blue eyes.

Personality – In many ways, Dr. McNinja is very immature. He often makes light of morbid things, cracking jokes as he slaughters a zombie or muttering nonchalantly as he crashes a motorcycle into a helicopter full of people. He does things mostly for the sake of spontaneity. He delights in the paranormal, though usually his delight derives from the destruction thereof. He easily holds grudges and he can become quickly obsessed with utterly hating one figure for a small offense. For example, a mafia attacked his clinic once, which sparked a war between Dr. McNinja and the leader of said mafia, King Radical, which spans the entire McNinja multiverse.

Possible Reactions – How would your character respond to certain situations? How might they respond to other types of people?
Dr. McNinja is in Dante's Abyss for the fun of it. He is driven by the desire to be like Batman (for some reason) and therefore he tries to act like him. The real reason he's in Dante's Abyss is mainly curiosity. He's friendly, mostly because in his universe, you couldn't ambush him if you wanted to. (Of course, that's not true in the Omniverse,

Relationships – None yet.

‘Combat’ Style – Fists flying, for sure. He is often attacked first, but then he throws punches almost immediately.

Eligible Powers – Stealth, Acrobat

Moves – Nawp... Can't use any.

Extra – He generally doesn't swear much. When he panics, his dialogue seems to suddenly lose punctuation.

Quotes – "What would Batman do?" / "I ain't afraid of no ghosts!" / "I hate magic."

[Strazio Rockwell]

Strazio's anger had, for the most part, subsided by the time he reached the registration booth. The mage lowered his white hood and ran a hand through his long pale hair and approached the booth. The attendant seemed out of place in the dunes, the gold and silver glitter in her hair sparkled underneath the oppressive sun and her personal fan was cranked to the max, trying its best to combat the heat. Strazio wondered how she was able to keep her caked-on makeup from burning away in the broiling desert heat; he glanced at the name-tag pinned to her chest. April seemed apathetic at best and straight out annoyed at the worst, Strazio was certain she felt that running a registration booth in the desert was beneath her. The attendant idly flipped through a magazine whilst chewing on gum loudly, all-but ignoring the prime. The prime tapped his finger lightly on the desk and without looking up from her magazine and with a practiced indifference the nasally attendant asked "yes?"

Strazio smiled softly, choosing to ignore her sassiness. "Yes, I'd like to join the Abyss. My name is Strazio Rockwell, defe"

"Fill one of these out" the attendant interrupted with a saucy tempo and tapped her fake nails on a stack of registration forms. Strazio furrowed his brow at her and a moment of silence was had as he did his best to not lose his temper. Strazio's only experience with contracts were those handed out by demons in his realm and he took his sweet time to read the fine print. Around the end of Strazio's third read-through the attendant was starting to become perturbed and asked the prime in an annoyed tone "are you going to fill it out or what?"

"I know how these damn contracts work, give me a minute" he growled, the sassy attendant was beginning to wear on the already annoyed prime. After another few read-throughs Strazio decided the paper was no threat and began to fill out the form. He handed the form back to the cheeky attendant who spent a few moments checking for mistakes. With an annoyed sigh she closed her magazine and reached under the booth to retrieve a large camcorder.

The recording light blinked on and the mage cringed at the sound of April's nasally voice "alright, show me your stuff."

"What?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes harder than Strazio thought was possible "you know, something good for the people at home. Show them what you're all about".

Strazio stared at the camera and sighed, if he was to make a name for himself he had to reluctantly play their game. I suppose it can't be helped, let's put on a damn fine show for the people at home the prime thought. Slowly he slipped his arms out from his cloak, and tied the upper half around his waist. The silver crest of Darkshire hung over his sleeveless undershirt and glinted softly in the desert sun. White energy crackled across the prime's scarred arms. The energy burned small pock marks across his skin as it coalesced and wreathed his forearms in roiling white-hot magicks. The destructive magick ate away at his flesh; Strazio bit the inside of his cheek and smirked at the all to familiar pain.

"My name is Strazio Rockwell, Defender of Darkshire" he growled at the camera before raising both his arms upwards at an angle. Two large beams of white energy erupted from his fists and carved their way into the sky, leaving a massive thunderclap in their wake. Ravaged and bloodied from the destructive magicks, small pinpricks of blood began to drip from his arms. Without missing a beat he threw his arms backwards in a wide arc splattering energized blood in a semi-circle behind him. As he brought his arms back forward the blood violently exploded, kicking sand and dust up into the air. He framed his face by making an X shape with his arms and pointed his palms outwards. From each hand he fired a smaller burst of white energy that cleared away the storm of sand and dust before saying his final words "and I'm the one that's going to survive the abyss." He hated boasting, but he knew that this whole thing was a production and the people of the Omniverse didn't want boring contestants. I'll play their game, hopefully I can make some kind of a name for myself the prime nodded to the attendant and covered his body with his signature white cloak before stepping through the rip in space.

Appearance - Tall and athletic Strazio's body is covered in scars and burns from repeated use of his destructive magick. His hair is long and stark white, another side effect of his magick. He often wears a signature white cloak with the hood drawn, obscuring his face. Underneath the cloak he wears an off-white sleeveless undershirt and off-white cargo style pants. Around his neck hangs the silver crest of Darkshire and attached to his belt by a chain is his personal
journal.

Personality - Strazio tends to be an outgoing friendly kind of guy until he becomes pissed off. His temper is the stuff of legends and he holds grudges longer than he probably should. Once upset it takes a while for him to calm down and he becomes aggressive and belligerant. Despite being known to throw tantrums he truly does have a soft heart for people and feels horrible if he blows up on someone undeserving.

Possible Reactions - Strazio is here to win and make a name for himself, he understands that this is a production and will do his best to put on a decent show. Given the chance he will kill almost anyone without hesitation, especially knowing that death is not permanent in the Omniverse. Once angered he'll become aggressive and seek to beat the crap out of people as a way to blow off steam.

Relationships -

Gilgamesh - Out of all the contestants Strazio wants to run into him the most. Not only did the golden king piss him off he also wants to prove his strength to the king. If he runs into Gil or one of his lackeys he will go all out and try to beat them into the ground.

Crona - The only member of the New Babylon crew that Strazio would be hesitant on killing. They met in Gil's castle and the boy endeared himself to Strazio. He more than likely wouldn't ally with Crona and will still attack him, he just might not have the heart to execute the poor boy.

Seraph - Only knows that he follows Gilgamesh and as such will attack him with extreme prejudice

Combat Style - Strazio is smart and has great combat instincts, he has training in hand-to-hand combat and is used to fighting enemies immune to his magicks. He is in great shape and is no stranger to pain so he can power through damage and dish it out. If the enemy is able to piss him off (which isn't very difficult) he loses in tactical focus and will attack ferociously. His rage is his greatest asset and greatest blindspot, giving him an incredible amount of tenacity and power at the expense of clear thought. Strazio is not afraid to put himself in harms way to gain an advantage (I.E. eating an attack so he can get close to his opponent and deliver a brutal counterattack).

Eligible Powers - Burst Movement

Moves -

Overload Tier one super move
Strazio extends his arms and puts his hands together, forming a triangle with his palms facing the target. Almost instantly a massive burst of white hot energy erupts outwards in a massive 90 degree cone. The attack travels twelve feet outwards and lasts for two seconds, during which Strazio cannot move and is pushed back very slightly. To call upon such great power instantly Strazio sacrifices small bits of skin on his arm and some blood in his veins to act as catalysts. Calling upon such great magick in such short order is incredibly strenuous on Strazio's body, leaving him battered and bruised.

Avatar of Anger Tier one powered-up alternate form
Base Stats
ATK 7
DEF 0
SPD 6
TEC 2

Stats after stat unlocks
ATK 8
DEF 0
SPD 6
TEC 2

Starting from Strazio's chest his flesh burns away, replaced by white-hot energy. His entire body becomes bright white glowing energy and his anger takes hold. In this form most of his abilities no longer harm him and his anger takes control of him and he becomes incredibly aggressive. When he enters the Avatar of Rage Strazio must stay powered up for the rest of the fight or until he is no longer able to sustain it.

Extra - I believe you've already read "The Search for Power" <!-- l --><a class="postlink-local" href="http://omniverse-rpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=19&t=1982">viewtopic.php?f=19&t=1982</a><!-- l --> Might not hurt to read "The Worst Kingslayer" <!-- l --><a class="postlink-local" href="http://omniverse-rpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=2233">viewtopic.php?f=18&t=2233</a><!-- l --> this one shows Strazio interacting with Crona and Gilgamesh.

Quotes -

"I am Strazio Rockwell! The avatar of rage! and I am not afraid, just fucking pissed!

"Stop fucking with me!"

"I'll tear you apart with my own hands!"

"My name is Strazio Rockwell, Defender of Darkshire and I will not fall"

[Mickey Mouse]

“ORDER, I SAY! ORDER IN THIS MEETING! EVERYBODY QUIET!”

The Mayor of Bree clanged his gavel on the lectern violently in his attempts to quiet the rowdy town hall meeting. Rich, poor, and everything in between had come out to weigh in on what to do after the latest orc raid on the town, and it looked like they would be hard pressed to come to any sort of decision civilly.

Mickey, meanwhile, sat near the back of the meeting, hands still clutching the Dante’s Abyss flyer he had picked up the night before, as the battle wound down. He refused to speak on the town’s problems, despite his status as a Prime and, apparently, the importance that came with his words because of it. He had not even planned to stay past the morning, but he felt a pang of guilt that the orcs raided solely because of his prior encounter with the shaman. He decided to stay and help the town recover—at least for a few days—and then leave and continue to search for a way home.

Of course, at this rate, several days would be spent just spitting options back and forth. A couple of the town’s more colorful citizenry had already made total fools of themselves, parading their bravado as they emphasized the necessity of “taking the fight to those b-words.” The idea amused Mickey; a dozen of the creatures had completely incapacitated the town, and they expected to fight a whole tribe of them? Not likely. Something else would have to be done.

“We’ve got to bolster our defense,” Berthe bit back at those proposing an attack, once again proving to be the only person in this town with a sensible head on her shoulders. “We can go throw rocks at them all we want, but what if they’re too much for us? Then we’ve got our soldiers killed and our town’s left totally defenseless.”

“Keep your ma around, buddy,” Mickey said, leaning over to Robbie in the seat next to him, “She’s smarter than any of these losers.” The boy smiled.

Discussion erupted about Berthe’s suggestion. The bartender—who had not shown Mickey an ounce of gratitude for saving his sorry self—stood up and went on a rant about how if they just killed the orcs, they wouldn’t need the defenses. Mickey cringed at the thought of more unnecessary violence; would these people never learn that fighting violence with violence wasn’t the answer to every question? He had annexed the many realms that he now ruled through peace. Gosh, if only someone would let him run this town hall meeting.

“Thank you for your contribution, sir,” the Mayor cut in on the bartender’s rant, seeing as he began talking in circles. “Guard-Captain,” he turned his attention to the hulking woman, “while the idea of strengthening Bree’s defenses is, indeed, a good one, I’m afraid it’s futile. Even if we wanted to improve in that manner, we don’t have the omnilium available for it right now.” Mickey had rarely seen someone look as defeated as Berthe did in that moment.

And that seemed to be the end of it. Berthe returned to her seat, dejected, and the meeting moved on to discussions of what an attack would entail, the risks of it, etc. Mickey zoned out again, his eyes flitting once more to the flyer. Dante’s Abyss—it looked altogether grand, like the old fighting tournaments Philoctetes hosted in the Olympus Coliseum, albeit a bit more violent. And the omnilium prize that it promised the winner… golly, it made him green with envy, and he barely knew what omnilium even was.

Wait.

“Hey!” Mickey exclaimed without thinking, looking up from the flyer. The meeting’s attention turned immediately to him. The Mayor looked over from whomever had been talking to the Prime; he wore the same disdainful expression most humans in this town did when they looked at him. “Um,” the King started, anxiously, “I have a proposal.”

“In order to speak,” the Mayor cocked his head to one side, “you must first be recognized. I’m afraid I haven’t caught your name, mister…?”

Mickey swallowed nervously. “Um, Ears,” he said, deciding to stick with the alias he had given Berthe, “you can just call me Ears.”

“Well, Mister… Ears, we’ll finish this discussion and then move on to you,” the Mayor mustered up a fake smile, and then began to turn his attention back to whatever else had been going on while the mouse had zoned out.

“Mr. Mayor, sir—” Berthe stood up, stepping back into the mid aisle, “Speaking as one of your trusted advisors, you’d be wise to listen to what the little guy had to say. He’s a Prime.”

Hushed discussion erupted through the town hall meeting. Mickey tried his best not to listen to what the people said about him, whether good or bad—he simply looked to Berthe, and at her cue, stepped forward, clutching the flyer in one hand. He made his way to the front of the room, where the other men had been arguing just moments before, and looked around him. None of these people trusted anything he said; heck, most of them did not even like him, and all because he had been born a mouse instead of a human. And yet, somewhere deep in his bones, he wanted to help them.

Gosh, he was way too good a person.

He held up the flyer. “This is a paper,” he started, “advertising for a reality TV show called Dante’s Abyss.” He looked around; recognition flashed across the faces of most of the townspeople. They had seen the flyers around, certainly. “It’s a competition—a fighting competition, and it promises a huge omnilium reward for the winner. I was thinking… well, I figured maybe someone could go and win the stuff, and you guys could use it to follow Berthe’s—er, the Guard-Captain’s plan to build up the defenses.”

More discussion, but Mickey could not tell what the people around him thought. He looked to Berthe, who beamed, happy to have his support, and then up at the Mayor. “Mr. Ears,” he droned, “while that is a… fun suggestion, I’m afraid it is only too implausible. No resident of this town is a match for anybody that’s going to be in that competition. It’s all Primes who have had much bigger fish to fry in their lives than a simple group of orc raiders.”

“I know,” Mickey nodded, “That’s why… I was gonna do it.”

Berthe’s face went pale. The Mayor’s eyebrows raised as high as they could. The townspeople were talking even more, and much more intensely than before. The Mayor spoke up again, voicing what everyone wanted to say. “Oh?” he asked, “Really?”

“Yep,” Mickey smiled, placing his hands on his hips, “I’m volunteering. I want to enter Dante’s Abyss and win the stuff for you guys.”

* * *

“Oh brother—what did I get myself into?”

“I have no goddamn idea,” Berthe crossed her arms, looking around at all the fighters lined up for the tournament. Mickey, too, observed the other Primes from his perch on the Guard-Captain’s shoulder; much more intimidating fare than he expected, to say the very least. “You stood up there and volunteered yourself for this, and I said, ‘boy, that little mouse is absolutely fucking nuts.’”

“Language, Berthe,” Mickey scolded her. She waited with him as the line dwindled down further, occasionally leaning over with commentary about his potential future competitors. After a while, Mickey’s attention focused on the large tent at the end of the line; it reminded him of a big top—like from a circus—and it made him wonder if, perhaps, he had made a huge mistake signing himself up for this.

No, he had to do this, to prove to the citizens of Bree that they could trust him. Even if he didn’t win—even if he went in and was hilariously outmatched by everyone else there—at least he would go in and give it his all. He would try to win, and all of it would be for them.

…well, and a little bit for himself. He had to admit that this competition had peaked his curiosity after about the twenty-seventh time he had read the flyer all the way through. Perhaps, by participating in or winning this contest, he could discover some more about his new home, this ‘Omniverse.’ Perhaps, if he did well enough, he might be able to find a lead to how he could get home. Perhaps, this competition could help him get back to his friends—and the love of his life, of course.

Mickey reached into the pocket of his red shorts and found the photograph of Minnie he had conjured up that very first day. He didn’t look at it often, but in times of particular trouble, he always knew where to find it. Back home, she had been there to get him out of a mess—she could do the same here, even if it wasn’t quite in the same way.

Eventually, the mouse’s turn came. He said good-bye to Berthe, promising to be back in Bree as soon as the competition was over. “I’m gonna win, Berthe,” he assured the Guard-Captain as she began the trek back toward the village. She nodded, smiling, and Mickey could tell that she wanted to believe him. I’m gonna win.

Mickey filled out all the necessary forms and stepped inside the Big Top, but he did not find what he expected. Instead, a woman—and one who looked like nothing special—sat a few feet away from a very large television camera. Mickey bit his lip, and headed toward her.

“I’m sorry, is this where I’m supposed to be?” he asked, heading across the big emptiness toward the girl.

“Of course,” she smiled a super perky smile. To most, her overt good mood might’ve been a cause of annoyance, but to Mickey, it was a breath of fresh air from all the hostility he had so far encountered. “Take a seat, Mister… Ears? Oh, I can see where you get that name,” the girl giggled, and Mickey climbed up onto the seat, plopping down and letting his legs swing. “Let me just adjust the camera a bit for your size, and—oh, yep, there we are. Do you mind me recording a little questionnaire for the viewers at home, Mr. Ears? Just so if you’re selected for the competition, we can show them a little snippet, so they can get to know you.”

“Uh… sure,” Mickey nodded. “Oh boy,” he said quietly, his nerves beginning to creep in.

“Good,” she smiled, “Here we go.” She clicked a button, and Mickey could hear the camera’s gears starting to work. “Alright, Ears… first question. Why are you here today?”

Because I’m trying to prove myself. Because I want to help people. Because I want to go home. “Because it looked fun,” the mouse smiled, “I’m all about a good time.” He let his grin get a bit wider, and the girl nodded, but her smile wavered just a bit. Mickey could already tell that she felt bad for him—that she knew this tournament was not going to be a “good time” if he got selected. She put on her game face, though, and leaned toward him for the next question.

“Good,” she smiled, “now—what makes you special, little guy?”

Mickey blinked. I’m a King.

“Uh,” he shook his head, “You know, we’re all special in our own way, but… I’m a very special little mouse. I don’t want to brag, though.”

“Please, Mr. Ears,” the girl encouraged, “go ahead.”

“Well, firstly, I’m a mouse that can talk,” Mickey looked from the girl into the camera, winking, “and secondly… well…” He took a deep breath, and then stood up in the chair. Here we go, he thought, and in one quick motion he backflipped over the chair, landed on the ground, and swung one of his yellow-shoe’d feet at it, kicking it high into the air. He pulled his keyblade out from his belt, took aim, and shot a Pearl at the chair. The little orb flew at high speed toward the seat and collided with it, engulfing it in bright, white light until it disintegrated. “…I can do that,” the King finished, smiling.

“I guess we’ll need to get a new chair,” the girl giggled again, and then she held out her hand toward the portal behind her. It was not as pretty a portal as the one from the Nexus to Camelot was. “You can go ahead in, Mr. Ears. Thank you,” she told him, shutting off the camera. Mickey grinned at her, and then headed for the portal. Along the way, she caught him by the scruff of his shirt. “Oh, off the record,” she looked around to make sure no one was listening, “If you get picked, be careful out there. You’re cute.”

Mickey scoffed. “Sorry, miss—I’m a married mouse.”

He headed in.

Appearance – Here ya go!

Personality – Mickey is, above all things, an inherently good person. He tries his best to be trustworthy and to always choose the "right thing to do" in any sort of moral dilemma. He holds a strange sense of responsibility for the people around him, and in a pinch will always try to keep them safe, even if sometimes he has to put himself in a dangerous spot to do it.

He's also infectiously fun, always looking for the light moments in a dreary world, especially the Omniverse, which has proven to be absolutely no fun at all so far. He is intensely curious and, sometimes, this curiosity combined with his relentless need for fun and adventure can get him into trouble.

Possible Reactions – Mickey has entered the competition in an effort to not only win the prize omnilium to help bolster the defenses of a local Camelot village, but he also is in constant search of a way home. He misses his friends, especially his wife Minnie, tremendously, and they will probably be on his mind a lot.

As far as the competition goes, Mickey isn't interested in violence. He will protect himself if he has to -- and he thinks he's pretty darn good at it, thank you very much -- but given the opportunity to use non-lethal force, he will always take that road. He doesn't like killing, and goes into the competition telling himself that he will only do it if he is absolutely forced to. He will try to make friends where possible and will do his best to survive while avoiding conflict.

Relationships – None.

‘Combat’ Style – Like stated above, Mickey does not like killing, but that doesn't mean that he's a bad fighter. He trained for years as a swordsman in the Country of Musketeers and though he won't have his keyblade on him, if he gets a melee weapon you can be sure he's going to know how to use it.

His best asset in a fight, though, is his technique. Mickey is a graceful fighter, and is best at evading his opponents and finding creative angles to counter-attack them. He doesn't generally attack head on unless it's a sure thing.

Eligible Powers – Master Acrobat.

Moves – None.

Extra – Mickey is extremely short at two feet, three inches tall. At this point, he does not use foul language -- ever -- and will chastise any companions he has that frequent it.

Quotes –

"Oh boy!"
"Oh brother."
"Are you nuts?!"
"En garde!"

[Violet]

After being escorted to a strange looking tent outside of the small town she’d arrived in, Violet found herself in a somewhat familiar setting: a staging area filled with potential contestants, a small army of staff, and lots of cameras and other electronic devices. It was perhaps the only place in the entirety of Camelot that had any semblance of modern technology. Maybe this exposure to such things by the inhabitants of the realm would get them hip to things like television, telephones and fucking showers. One could only hope.

It was quite late at night, or early morning, depending on perspective, so lines weren’t terribly long. She waited patiently, just her and her thoughts, as candidate after candidate was processed, filmed and sent off. Her apprehension towards signing up for a third time for such a brutal tournament showed in the clamminess of her skin, the quickness of her heartbeat, and the sheen of sweat that glistened across her pale brow. Killing for entertainment was not exactly her idea of a good time, but by doing so, it would help her succeed in the bigger picture: making a name for herself so the elite of Coruscant would take an interest in her and perhaps invite her in to their fold. By being billed as a skilled fighter, there was a good chance she could get in somewhere important, or so Charles explained.

So, she swallowed her pride and stepped up to a waiting attendant, her million dollar smile plastered across her face. She made it look even more real by letting it fill her eyes with a soft, warm glow.

“Welcome. Are you ready to sign up for the tournament?” A young man, no older than thirty, greeted her with a cheeriness that would rival any telemarketer. He was clad in a pair of sensible black slacks that fell over shiny black loafers, with a casual white polo shirt tucked in to the belted waist of his pants. He wore nothing that would make him stand out from the others, except for his black hair, which unbound would have fallen past his shoulders. It was unusual for a man to have such long hair, but it did make him even more striking in appearance. She liked it.

“Yes,” Violet nodded, shoving him the invitation Charles had given her earlier. “I am ready.”

“Great!” he said, pulling his clipboard from the little desk behind him. “Would you mind standing over there in front of the white drape? We’re going to take a video and ask some questions.”

Doing as she was directed, Violet turned to face the man, standing at parade rest, arms clasped behind her. It was a position she’d done since learning her father was a soldier, and his actions had certainly influenced his young daughter. Some people are taught, some people are just born with the ability. She was the latter.

“Okay,” he powered the camera on, a little red light blinked furiously at her from one corner, and she knew it was on. “Can you please state your name and age?”

“Violet Uzumaki, age 52.” He raised his brows at that.

“52?”

“Yes, sir.” He didn’t appear to believe her, but he shrugged it off and moved on.

“Where are you from?”

“South City.” She stated flatly. “Earth.”

“Okay, and what is your motivation for joining the tournament?”

“To gain strength, power and victory.” She recited the tenants of the Sith code as Charles had instructed her. It was supposed to appeal to the elite, and she hoped she was convincing enough for them to believe it. First impressions are forever.

“Fantastic, Ms. Uzumaki. Is there any special skills you would like to add that would help us determine whether or not to consider you for a position?”

What would impress these guys? She thought for a moment, sorting through her myriad of talents that she could no longer perform, although there was still one that was second nature to her. She looked squarely into the camera and concentrated.

Her skin began to warm, little blips of reddish colored light sparkled from the tips of the tiny hairs running along her exposed skin. Her teeth clenched, and eyes faded into two round spheres of white rimed with a blood-red aura. The ground beneath her began to shake, with blades of grass and dirt rattling free and floating above the ground around her feet. With a banshee-like shriek, her body exploded into a play of red-rimmed light, then immediately faded away, leaving her back to as normal as she’d come. The debris at her feet plinked back to the ground. “Does that work?”

The man was clearly flushed, eyes just a little too wide. “Y-yes, that works.”

“Good.”

“The portal is over there,” he pointed. “Just step through and you will be in the pre-show area. Feel free to look around and socialize with other contestants. The game will be starting in the next few days, so there’s plenty of time to rest up before it begins.”

“Fantastic,” she grumbled, and made her way over to the strange looking portal. Gazing at it, she flashed by memories of tournaments passed, knowing she was at the point of no return. Fuck it, she thought, and stepped through.

Appearance –


Color version coming soon!

Personality – A bit of a jerk, logical, inquisitive. Not afraid of violence if a situation calls for it, and usually even more bitchier when she’s nervous or afraid. When she’s measuring someone, she’s typically on the quiet side, letting the other person take the lead and reveal themselves. Does not tolerate dishonesty from others and will typically shun anyone she suspects of playing her. Exceptions to this is when being tolerable to the other person would gain her an advantage.

Possible Reactions – How would your character respond to certain situations? How might they respond to other types of people?

Again, not afraid of using violence if a situation calls for it, but will not typically attack children unless they prove to be malicious, then she would seek to disable them, and if it is absolutely necessary, kill them if they present clear evidence they mean to kill her. For adults, she would be wary of anyone whom she crosses paths, even in alliances, especially in death tournaments like this. When someone earns her trust, she’ll give it in return and fight to the last to protect them. For injured allies, Violet will fight harder to protect them, even if it means injury to herself. During this particular tournament, she will play a little more coy with people, especially those who she suspects to be aligned with higher-ups in Coruscant and their affiliated factions. Her aim is to ally herself with those types of people for her own gains, and wants to make herself known in their circle (albeit in a positive way). Although reluctant for the tournament itself (seeing her past experiences have always not been positive), she is sucking it up and going to play her best game.


Relationships –
No current relationships at this time, although during preshow and during the show, that can change.

‘Combat’ Style – Has a martial arts background, although she is familiar with street fighting and all around opportunistic attacking. With weapons, she’ll go for the most vulnerable spots (i.e. inner thighs, where arteries are located, neck, chest/thorax areas). If she’s not aiming to kill, she’s aiming to maim and disable.

Eligible Powers – Burst Movement, Super Jumping (basic)

Moves – None right now (although Kamehameha is waiting for approval, which I will take if approved.)

Extra – none I can think of right now. If you need to know something specific just ask.

Quotes – She loves the word “fuck” and will punctuate sentences wherever she sees convenient. The frequency of her profanity usage increases when she is experiencing strong emotions.

[Gin Yatreg]

Gin poked his head into the tent, "Hello? Is this where I sign up for this Dante's Abyss thing?" he asked.

A staff member looked up and replied yes. They brought Gin inside, with Tonic following along of his own accord, and guided him through the registration process. Once that was done, they brought him over to some cameras for an interview.

"Hey, the name's Gin! I'm new to the omniverse, but- hey wait. TONIC NO DON'T EAT THE CAM-" static.

***

"So we just go through this portal here?" Gin asked.

"Yes, now please hurry before your bird eats another camera." a staff member said.

Gin laughed nervously, "Heheh, yeah... Sorry about that. We'll get going. C'mon Tonic." Gin said.

"By the way, there are no assists in DA. So your bird will have to wait in the Pre-Show area while you participate." another staff member said.

"Right, got it. Don't worry, I won't let Tonic interfere at all." Gin said.

And with that, they went into the portal.

Appearance – Gin has red hair, yellow eyes, and wears what appears to be the remains of a blue space station uniform now modified to be a jacket, with black pants and a navy blue T-shirt as well.

Personality – Despite the misfortune he's experienced in the past, Gin maintains a cheerful personality. If he gets to chance to have an adventure, Gin will almost always take the opportunity. When it comes to food, Gin has a one track mind. And will usually put other things off until he gets something in his stomach. Despite this flaw, he is a reasonably smart guy. Gin is good-natured, and will defend his friends till the end.

Possible Reactions – Gin is entering the competition as he sees it as a chance to have an adventure. Gin doesn't kill until he has no other choice, choosing to go for the KO most of the time. Gin is also not the type to betray someone.

Relationships – None. Gin has not met anybody prior to this event.

‘Combat’ Style – Gin is usually the type of guy who will leap into battle fists ablazing, both to defend himself and his allies.

Eligible Powers – Burst Movement and Super Jump

Moves – Bubble Shield (Upgrade to Level 0 Super Move for the duration of DA), Maneuver Platform Roster Link

Extra – I can't really think of anything, so I guess just PM me if you got any questions.

Quotes – Gin is known to use sarcasm from time to time.

[Lubbock]

Lubbock traversed through the small jungle area further up the shore, the soft, smooth leaves sliding off of his bare torso. I am going to kill whoever the hell stole my clothes... he told himself, his assassin instincts kicking in. He wouldn't mind if a young, beautiful girl saw his flesh... but a guy seeing would be a different story. An image of his fellow assassin, Bulat flashed into his head and he shook it out, creeped out. He kept his eyes - or more like eye, seeing as green hair was covering one - open for any sign of his clothes.
"Well, I believe you are in a bit of a-" Syura began in Lubbock's head, but the boy stopped him.
"Dilemma, I know that!" he yelled, forgetting that Syura wasn't actually a real being. Lubbock just shut his mouth in embarrassment and continued to walk on. Before long, he saw a familiar set of red goggles hanging from a tree branch. He bolted forwards and jumped up, snatching the goggles out of the tree. Satisfied only slightly, he slipped the red eyewear onto his forehead over his hair. Continuing on, he grew bored and began to mess around with the steel threads on the back of his hands. He got deeper and deeper into the forest, finding his white shirt also hanging on a branch, his jeans laying in a bush and his shoes sitting on a stump. All that was left to find was his trench coat, which took quite a while to find. However, he did end up getting to it, finding it placed over a rock. Finally dressed after he slipped the green coat on, he turned to exit the jungle area, but heard a weird rumbling behind him. He turned to find a massive, rocky crab towering above him, causing him to cower in fear.

Five seconds later, the green-haired teen began bolting through the forest, fear plastered on his face as he jumped over logs and bushes, the crab easily cleaving a path with its colossal claws. Sweat ran down Lubbock's face and he began to run out of breath. Finally, he burst out onto the hot sand by the water and the crustacean pounded across the yellow grains. Lubbock brought himself to a stop and faced the beast. It had armour all over... except at the joints of its legs and claws. Smiling, the assassin slung out his wires, wrapping them around the small growths upon the thing's shell. He brought himself up, narrowly dodging the scissor attack aimed for him, and landed on its back. Detaching the wires, he fished the two daggers out of his coat and crouched down before stabbing them in the 'shoulders' of the crab. The monster flailed as its arm movement was restricted, and Lubbock pulled out a length of wire before slinging them out at the daggers, wrapping beside them. He tugged on the steel threads, slashing through the weakened arms and taking them straight off, causing blood to pool out. He quickly reeled in the daggers with the wire he just used and pounced off to his right, landing in a crouched position. He attached the wire to the hilt of one of the daggers and threw the dagger at the newly made opening in the armour, piercing the meat and ending up over the other side. He dashed over the other side and did the same thing, both of the blades hanging out of opposite sides. He launched himself sideways to the front of the crab and pulled on the threads, slowly cutting through the meat. The wire finally caught on the crab's head and pulled it right out, sending the rocky body into a ragdoll mode. He reeled in his weapons and sheathed the daggers as the crab began to disappear. Relieved and with the adrenaline receding, he looked around checking for danger. His eyes grew as wide as dinner plates as he saw these strange queues for some kind of competition, it seemed. He strode up and looked over, noticing people filling in forms and proceeding to another room. He decided to wait for his turn and see what the fuss was about.

"Here, fill in all these details, if you may," the short, red-haired and almost skittish seeming man asked from the booth as he held out a clipboard, pen and paper. Lubbock took them carefully before asking the man a question.
"First, what am I signing up for?" his face was full of comical mystification. The guy in the booth smiled and laughed a little.
"You mean you don't know? You're signing up for Dante's Abyss! An arena where you will fight for glory, riches and many other rewards!" he explained, rather excited himself.
"Dante's Abyss? Glory and riches? I guess this could work out... alright, I'm in!" the assassin began to fill in all his details and handed the paper back. The man ushered him through to a small room in which a young, beautiful girl was sitting on a chair, cross legged. Her purple twintails bounced cutely as she looked to the newcomer.
"Please, sit down!" she invited him, patting the seat just by her. Lubbock over-enthusiastically sat down and tried to act cool, "So, what's your name?"
"The name's Lubbock. I was an assassin before coming to the Omniverse," he told her cockily.
"An assassin, huh? That might be useful in DA, I must say," she confirmed. She began to fire off more questions, like skills, friends and thoughts, as well as some she wanted to ask for fun, like his favourite colour and food. Finally finished, she pointed to the gate that Lubbock hadn't noticed at the back of the room.
"The portal is just over there, sir," she pointed out, "try to win alright? I'll be rooting for you!" she told him. He stood up and strode over to the portal, hands in his pockets, and turned before stepping into the gate.
"Don't worry, I never like to see a pretty face just once," he explained as he went through, causing the girl to blush uncontrollably.

Appearance –

Personality – Lubbock is highly outgoing and very comical. He never hesitates to say or do something embarrassing, and seems to fail when trying to act cool. He also has a habit of breaking up romantic moments. His biggest trait, though, is his perverted mind. You barely have to hang a bikini in front of him for him to go ape. He'll do everything in his power to get a glimpse of a nude girl, but always ends up getting caught, and (usually) severely punished. Weird traits aside, he is a powerful, cunning and honourable fighter who will stop at nothing to protect those close to him. He's highly caring of those he becomes close to, and never stops being loyal to them.

Possible Reactions – Lubbock's intentions aren't so much the riches, as he was used to not getting paid in his line of work, but glory was on the other end of the spectrum. Being someone who was rather cock-sure of themselves is a sure sign someone would want to become famous (and, in Lubbock's dreams, have girls crawling all over him). Before the Omniverse, Lubbock was an assassin in the assassin group known as Night Raid. His skills learned there will be extremely useful in Dante's Abyss, thus causing the boy to stay rather calm. Although, what made him nervous was the fact that he wasn't sure of the skills of his opponents...

Relationships – Lubbock hadn't been inside the Omniverse for too long, but in that time he made allies with the ninjas from some kind of 'Uchiha' clan, Sasuke and Obito, as well as a small, blond girl wielding magical guns, Mami. These three may make good allies if he were to bump into them. The man known as Harry Dresden, on the other hand, seemed to be an enemy of Mami, and Lubbock wanted to find out more about this strange character...

‘Combat’ Style – As stated, Lubbock's line of work was assassinations and stealth. He would find the quickest and stealthiest ways possible to get through or out of a dangerous situation. He also likes to set traps and perimeters to defend himself if needed.

Eligible Powers – No powers.

Moves – Lubbock's abilities all come from his weapon, Cross Tail, so he will be unable to use any moves.

Extra – The Omniverse's version of Lubbock is a little bit on the insane side, with a Godly-sounding voice inside his head, a voice which Lubbock named Syura for easy reference and shutting up.

Quotes – "There is no way to train your heart to be invulnerable,", "It's not like I understand what you want. You want to change the world, huh? I understand, everyone feels that way... But it doesn't give you the right to treat other's lives like toys. You can't just destroy what you want!"

[Illidan Stormrage]

A high, whistling wind danced at the edge of Link's perception. As the minutes rolled by, Link's numbness faded. The sound of the chilly gale twisted deeper into his mind until it reached him, awakening him from a heavy slumber. His eyes barely parted, blinking rapidly, snowflakes clinging to his lashes. The harsh white of the snow all around him burned his vision and he squinted against it until it became tolerable. Eyes open only part way, the Hylian inspected himself.

He sat in a blanket of snow covering most of his body below the waist, save his bent knees that thrust out of it. A bumpy, uneven rock supported his back, and judging by the stiffness in his joints, he'd been there for a while. Link lifted a shivering arm from the snow, white clumps dropping away, and slowly, gradually, brushed the powder off his body. As he did, his fingers swatted away a piece of paper, a little soggy from the snow. Intrigued but still fighting for true cognizance of his situation, Link fumbled with the paper, retrieving his other buried arm to finally open it, and read.

I have your shiny little triangle. You were such a sucker to lead me straight to it. It's so pretty, I can see why you climbed a mountain for it.

Now its power is mine. I have no doubt this will be the exact thing I need to complete my plans.

If you want me, you don't have much time. Get through the portal or it's gone forever.

I promise it's not a trap. Honest.

Syla

Link's mind snapped out of its confusion instantly. He leapt to his feet, the biting cold clamped over every inch of his skin, and hurled the paper into the wind. His equipment was still on his back; strange that Syla hadn't relieved him of them, but Link didn't have time for intricacies. That thief had his Triforce of Courage, the item that marked him as the Hero of Time, a sacred relic only fit for the one chosen by the goddesses. To think that she had poached it from him was maddening.

Link spun around, eyes questing against the frigid winds. Not far from him there was a tent set up, and a jagged portal in the air as if someone had ripped it open with their bare hands. Strangely enough, the snow lined gales failed to penetrate through the open spaces of the tent, as if some warm current of air cancelled it out as it collided with it. But Link didn't care.

Get through the portal, or it's gone forever.

Link couldn't lose the Triforce piece. He couldn't. It was as much a part of him as his long ears, or his sword and shield, or his bow and arrows. Even with the Master Sword restored to its full glorious strength, it simply wasn't enough. Losing the Triforce of Courage was like losing a piece of himself. No one was going to take that from him.

Ignoring the stinging cold, Link waddled through the thigh deep snow. The thick powder made it tough going, but his motivation was set. It burned in him hotter than any fireball, and would not be extinguished, no matter how high or freezing the snow. Syla would relinquish the Triforce piece at swordpoint ... or worse, if it had to come to that.

Link trudged on, and eventually the snow receded until it swam about the top of his boots. He stepped beneath the tent and instantly felt warm. His skin stung, the cold's last vengeance as the unnatural heat sapped it from him. As his body returned to more agreeable temperatures, a gentle tingle alighting on his face, he all at once felt exhaustion fall upon him. All he wanted to do was collapse and sleep off the weariness, but his eyes caught sight of the jagged tear in space, and a renewed defiance ignored it. There would be time for rest later.

Link stumbled towards the portal before a clean shaven man in a suit slowly sidestepped in front of it, clipboard in hand. It took the Hylian a moment to register that he was trying to block him from entry. What else would he be doing? Link blinked hard. He needed to be more alert if he was going to beat Syla.

"Excuse me, sir?" the man asked, clicking and unclicking his pen. "Are you interested in joining Dante's Abyss?"

Link squinted at the man. About his age, maybe a little older, slick black hair, eagerness on his face. One of Syla's agents, trying to stall him? "I need to get through that portal."

"That's fine sir. I'll just need to take some information and you can head on in." He clicked the pen again. "What's your name?"

"Link," he said without thinking. "Wait, why do you need this information?"

The suited man shrugged. "Standard protocols."

Metallic objects with lenses of glass were trained on Link. "What are those?"

"Ah, not from a very technologically advanced world?" the man asked. "Cameras. It's just a visual record we take before you enter."

Link shook his head. "I don't have time for this. I need to get through that portal."

"Well, OK sir, but if you'll just wait a --"

Link pushed the man out of the way. "Sorry, but this isn't something that can wait."

Link rushed into the tear in space and vanished from the Frozen Fields.

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Personality – Link is brave, kind and perceptive. He's not a fan of fighting or killing if it can be avoided, but once Link makes that decision, he does not feel any guilt or hesitation to bring it to an end, however that may be. Link can be cautious when meeting new people, and often forms quick opinions on them depending on their first impressions, which Link finds hard to forget.

Possible Reactions – Link has entered the tournament under false pretenses; he was chasing after the Triforce of Courage, which was stolen from him. He believed he could find the thief through the portal, but now realises he was tricked. He detests the idea of a killing tournament, and though he's been told death is impermanent in the Omniverse, he's not sure he can trust that information yet. However, reclaiming his Triforce piece is too important to him, and he will do whatever it takes to get out alive.

Relationships – Ganondorf: Link's nemesis. Despite the Gerudo's diplomatic act during their first meeting, Link does not believe it. He will be more than happy to tangle with Ganondorf and end him swiftly.

‘Combat’ Style –

Ultimately Link would try to avoid confrontations where possible, but he will not back down once challenged. Link is an accomplished warrior, and despite lacking his trademark weaponry, will still be a fierce and dangerous opponent. Due to his proficiency as a warrior, he would look at tackling the enemy from the most strategic point; much like he battled the many bosses in Hyrule who all had weak points, Link would do his best to identify that in his opponent, relying more on wits and skill than strength and power.

If it is apparent that he is outmatched, Link would do his best to escape, having no foolish notions of honour in battle.

He would use his Super Moves and Transformations only in a defensive role, trying to preserve his power unless his opponent ups the ante. However if he stumbles upon Ganondorf, all bets are off.

Eligible Powers – Master Acrobat

Moves – (Roster here)
- Dual Clawshots
- Light Arrow (Tier 1 Super Move Offensive)
- Hylian Bulwark (Tier 1 Super Move Defensive) [NOTE: Link doesn't have the Triforce of Courage at the moment, so it may be that he summons a copy of his shield with his omnilium or whatever.]
- Zora Link (Tier 1 Power Up)

Zora Link Stats (from base form):
ATK: +1
DEF: +1
SPD: +2
TEC: +1

Extra – Link will be in a very strange place; his regular equipment gone, in a dangerous situation with no real purpose, all the while his faith in himself wavering.

Quotes – "This doesn't have to end this way. Leave now, or you will leave me no choice."
- "I won't back down."
- "You shall not defeat the chosen one of the goddesses."
- (For Ganondorf only) "Others may fall for your ruse, but you'll never fool me."
- (For Ganondorf only) "I can only rest after you are dead."

[Ganondorf]

Having finished with his morbid business in the sands, Ganondorf walked into the Town with No Name in a daze. His mind kept returning to those eyes. He tried to harden his heart, to tell himself that he was the Great King of the Dark and that even killing a close ally was nothing to him. Yet, those eyes continued to haunt him, and a knife stabbed into his heart with every footstep. Mindlessly, he pushed his way through the throng of people around the registration booth and made his way to the front.

“Hello sir!” a young woman said cheerfully, a clipboard in her hands. “Looking to enter into the contest?”

Ganondorf’s only answer was a slight nod of his head, his eyes staring through the woman towards some unknown object. The woman seemed taken aback at the nearly dead quality of the man before her, but she quickly returned to her cheerful attitude.

Well then, I just have a few questions for you.

Appearance –

Personality –
Ganondorf is a cunning man, ever seeking to use diplomacy to say others to his cause. Of course, he’s also prone to sudden bouts of anger, which he usually attempts to control, though they CAN get out of hand. He’s an egotistical man, thinking himself to be better than others, though he’s careful to hide this from anyone he’s seeking to manipulate.

Possible Reactions –
Ganondorf is using this event as a means to attain more power for himself, as well as make himself more visible to the masses in the Endless Dunes. He hopes that by gaining their approval, he can make his move to bring the Dunes under his control. The promise of Omnilium and rare artefacts drives Ganondorf to succeed in this event, if only to have more leverage in enacting his revenge against Enel. He won’t hesitate to destroy any obstacle, or person, in the way of him achieving his goals. However, those he’s allied with can rest easy that he will stay loyal to them, at least until such time as any outside threats are taken care of. Unfortunately, he’s also prone to underestimating the threats posed by his foes, something he’s recently vowed to overcome. At this point he’s equally likely to use excessive force to defeat someone, or to go too easy on them.

Relationships –
Eighteen: This woman was a companion of Ganondorf’s for some time before they had a falling out. And though he doesn’t know yet of her imprisonment, it’s likely she’ll be pissed at him about it anyway.
Link: The boy and Ganondorf have had it out for each other since their time in their previous universe. Their relationship hasn’t grown any better during their time here.
Samus: Though the two haven’t interacted much, Ganondorf has some respect for her prowess, considering how well she fared during the Rathalos hunt. She would be one he would consider allying with during the event.
Cindy: Another person from the Rathalos hunt. Ganondorf holds no particular grievance towards her, and appreciates the cunning and cut-throat nature that she displayed when taking possession of the other Egg.

‘Combat’ Style – Ganondorf prefers to measure an opponent early in the fight, seeing what their strengths and weaknesses are before he fully commits to the engagement. If an opponent manages to get under his skin, the calculating facet to him is supplanted by a rage-fueled all-out aggression. He prefers to finish an opponent using a clever tactic, such as when he kissed Eighteen or made Link think him defeated before striking a crucial blow. Ganon, his transformation, on the other hand fights with animalistic instinct and fury.

Eligible Powers – Eligible Powers: Mimic, Shapeshifting

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Powered-Up Form: Ganon
Eligible Moves: Earthen Spire (used to create defenses or disrupt footing only)
Tier 0 Super Move: Hellfire Strike

Extra – A Silver Rathalos Egg. Recently killed his servant and friend.

Quotes –
“We have unfinished business, boy.”
“These toys are too much for you. I command you to return them to me!”
“It’s a secret to everybody…”

“Anything else you’d like the people to know, sir?” the bubbly woman asked of the distracted Gerudo. “Any insight on what you hope to accomplish in Dante’s Abyss?”

For a long moment, Ganondorf was silent. Then his eyes regained their focus and he stared straight into the eyes of the woman before him.

“It’s a secret to everybody.”

[Harry Dresden]

Harry spotted a tent dominating an island, which was more than a little odd. It seemed as though the island was made to fit the tent; there was only a small beach with a dock, and the rest of the island was the shining pavillion tent. A gateway sat to the east, if the familiar rectangle of light was what he thought it was, but it was just barely in sight. Though, that did mean anyone travelling between here and wherever that gate led would spot this massive tent. A sign above the entrance read "Dante's Abyss Registration." He'd seen something about that when he was running through Coruscant, though he hadn't been paying much attention at the time. He walked inside and was a little surprised at what he saw.

A screen was playing constant snippets about the competition, people trash-talking other competitors in front of the camera, lots of fake explosions and yelling about the best survival tournament in the Omniverse. A man and a camera crew were approaching, but that's not what drew his surprise; there was a jagged tear in reality floating in the center of the tent. It looked like one of the gateways to the Nevernever that he'd tear open; one of the spells he'd been unable to replicate in the Omniverse, which was strange, considering his strengthened attunement to Faerie as the Winter Knight. "So... Dante's Abyss. What's that?" He was met with a strange look from the cameraman. "Where've you been, on a desert island?" The man chuckled at his joke, and Harry gave a little laugh too. "Actually, yes. So... can you tell me what this is?" Realizing his faux pas, the man's chuckles ceased and he turned a little red. "It's a battle royale between Primes, with most of their powers suppressed. The prizes are legendary in scale, artefacts never before seen in the Omniverse!"

The Knight was raring to go at just that, but Harry was about to voice his disinterest when a familiar face came on the screen. The strangely-dressed Monster Hunter, Cindy. Suddenly, he found himself agreeing a lot more with his baser instincts. I'll tear her throat out! The wizard took a deep breath, doing multiplication in his head until the boredom and logic forced the rabid Winter Knight down. The chill air grew a little colder as he spoke to the man. "I'll sign up."

Credit to him, he seemed to realize the Prime wizard's anger wasn't directed at him. He set up a camera and told Harry to say something into it, but the second the device was turned on sparks started shooting from it. Harry's emotions weren't very conducive to technology right now. Before they could set up a replacement camera, he traced a circle on the ground with his staff and sealed it with an effort of will. The next camera worked just fine, and would continue to do so as long as the wizard didn't break his circle. So he spoke, when asked why he was entering. "There's someone here that a friend of mine and I dearly want to see again. I haven't gotten a chance to pay back what we owe her."

A couple less loaded questions later, which Harry doubted they would use after the intensity that usually followed from him agreeing with the Knight's Mantle, Harry stepped through the gate to find Samus. Cindy could wait. Besides, fighting was forbidden in the pre-show area, as the cameraman had told him. It was probably for the best.

Appearance –

Personality – Ever read Tolkien? Specifically, the bit about wizards being subtle and quick to anger? Harry's got the last bit down, at least. He usually keeps his temper in check, at least enough to keep from blowing things up and restrict himself to being an incorrigible smartass, but in a situation like this the anger is going to help him more than hinder him. Deeper than that, though, he protects the people that matter to him. He's a little old-fashioned, mainly because of Ebenezar's example; chivalry is not dead with him, though he can ignore that when a woman decides to attack him or his friends.

Possible Reactions – Harry's here because of a grudge. Cindy backstabbing them got under his skin. More than that, the Mantle is eager for more power, and Harry doesn't think that's a bad idea. Helping Samus is also an important reason for him to be here. He'll try not to kill people, especially not with magic, but if he has to fight then holding back is a stupid idea.

Relationships – Samus: He considers her a friend, and his old-fashioned attitude means he'd likely try and protect her.
Ganondorf: He can't really bring himself to condemn the guy for using dark magic; he fought against the Rathalos and Rathian with them, and really, Harry calling someone on dark magic is just a pot calling a kettle black.
Protoman: Another ally, Harry thinks Blues is a formidable fighter, but also still a kid.
Mami Tomoe: At this point, firmly "enemy". He thinks she's a Seelie Fae, or a Faerie of Summer, who's out to get him.
Cindy: Here's how this is gonna go. Harry's going to find Cindy. Then he's going to immobilize her, figure out why in the hell she did what she did, and Samus gets to do whatever she wants with this backstabbing little tart.

‘Combat’ Style – Harry doesn't fight stupid; he tries to plan and he uses the environment to his advantage. That said, if he's caught by surprise, it's likely that his control will slip and the Knight's instincts will take over, and in that state he goes straight for the most direct kill possible, and does so with a surprising amount of strength.

Eligible Powers – Telekinesis

Moves – Defendarius: Since Harry is deprived of his shield bracelet and most of his foci, not to mention the ability to manifest offensive spells, this is going to be one of the biggest uses of magic he does. It's a shield spell that can cover his entire body.

Infriga: Harry doesn't use this much, but it's good for cover or to impede someone.

Pyrofuego (T1 Super): It's a really big fire blast. Harry's going to be at a slight disadvantage using this without his blasting rod, but he'll manage if he really needs to blow something up.

Winter Knight's Mantle (T1 Transformation): Harry doesn't particularly like drawing on Winter, but he has to do it quite a bit when he's going up against long odds.

Extra – So, the TL:DR on the Knight thing. Harry holds the Mantle of the Winter Knight, which is a supernatural force tied to the Unseelie Fae. Harry acts as the mortal representative of Winter. The Mantle has strong instincts that it takes a lot of effort for Harry to suppress; it's basically a blood-starved beast of some kind.

Quotes – Light a man on fire, and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he's warm for the rest of his life. Tao of Pratchett. I live by it."
"Wizards don't giggle. This is cackling."
"Fuck subtle."
“Laughter is good for you. Nine out of ten stand-up comedians recommend laughter in the face of intense stupidity.”
"Hell's Bells!"
"Stars and Stones!"

[Gildarts]

[spoiler]Crisis Averted - Recruiting Gildarts

A scowl hovered over the average looking Coruscantian who was adorned in some business slacks and attempting to motion people's attention on the bustling city street. Most paid no mind and the man crumpled a crisp piece of paper on his folded clipboard. The businessman was down on his luck and had hoped to impress Karl with the highest number of recruits, however what the henchman really wanted was validation for doing something nearly impossible, as well as the reward that would come with it. Of course, everyone seemed to be vying for it, Karl was the richest man in the Omniverse and his authority knew no bounds. Even Primes wanted to win the event for the sole purpose of their names being known just as the mention of Karl left a powerful impression on people. I just need one more, he told himself as he picked out a few taller people from the crowd. Waving his gesticulating arms wasn't enough to captivate the many potential victims, Man it's hard to get their attention over those flashing lights, maybe if I try standing a little taller...

The secondary stepped upward on the high curb of a street corner, however as he did this the wooden clipboard was flung from his hands and into the cheek of a distinguished Prime passing by. OH NO! Actually, how very... Convenient. His scowl crept into a nefarious simper as he allowed his face to morph into an expression that emulated a believable concern for his folly and his victim's well being. With a false sincerity, the Coruscantian hopped down from his hunting perch in a hastened distress, "Oh my! I really am ever so sorry! To think I would accidentally hit a Prime with my ignorance!" The desperation in his voice was emphasized yet he had slyly woven in the assumption that the male was a Prime in order to get a cue of response that would allow him to pursue his goal further, "You must forgive me, you really must!"

No matter how melodramatic the secondary made his exclamation, the cloaked Prime he had addressed didn't even turn to him. Contempt swelled within the recruiter, He's ignoring me? How dare he stoop that low! With a flare of anger he man grabbed his clipboard and noticed the Prime hadn't even slowed his pace. How can he pretend I don't exist? I hit his face for gods sake! The businessman reflected, before insurmountable rage grew within him and he set his focus solely on demeaning the Prime. 

With a challenge, the enraged male stood in front of the looming Prime to halt the strength of his foe’s well paced stride; clipboard-man's smile had wiped off with the bitter taste of dissatisfaction and only the crunched wrinkles around his eyes offered any sincerity to his words. 

"Oh uh.. Excuse me!" 

"Huh? Oh, didn't see you there little man," Gildarts slowed his speed some yet didn't cease his momentum completely, confidence exuded in the Prime’s steady posture and sharp shoulders. 

Didn't see me? I launched a clipboard at your face! The male gulped down his outrage in an attempt to maintain his composure, yet as he did this, he selectively heard an insulting word. Little? Out of agitation his eye twitched uncontrollably, so it appeared that the male was lecherously winking at the Prime. Despite the phony behavior he was exhibiting, there was no real reaction from the eternally oblivious Prime.

Heat rose to the surface of the businessman who extended a hand, "Hello, my name’s Kindal and I'd like to make you an offer you won't regret!"

Gildarts cast an obscure glance toward the man, "Do you need something?"

Kindal continued, "It's not about what I need, it's about what you could have! If you give me a moment of your time-"

No interest was expressed from the Prime, who brushed absently past the man's extended hand, "Actually, I was just on my way back to finding Tenrou Island, but was distracted by the earthquake. Unless what you are selling has something to do with that, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way." Gildarts didn’t like the look of the strange man, for the intent he exuded was sinister and diabolical as though it was Kindal’s nature to the very core.

Kindal would not be dismissed so easily, even if it meant the cost of a lie, "That's the exact island we're sending people to!"

"Oh? Tell me what you know." It was a demand, there was a sliver of suspicion residing in his question, because Tenrou wasn't a tourist spot yet at the same time Gildarts felt his skeptical thoughts trumped at the idea of finding his old guild. 

"Hang on, hang on..." Gildarts was now in the man's villainous clutches as Kindal asked, "I'll need you to sign this first in order to disclose any information. 

"What does a man of this realm have anything to do with Tenrou Island, accessible only to members of Fairy Tail?" The sternness of his voice promoted his powerful ability to conquer a conversation if he wanted to. 

Kindal's eyes widened, he had misspoken, however this could be quickly annulled. "Oh, but you must sign before I say much more," the carefully crafted pleading in his tone pleased only himself.

Gildarts blinked and hesitated before letting his anger get the best of him, what was a piece of paper to such a powerful Prime? His signature meant nothing however Gildarts surmised that it seemed to be worth something if the man wanted to barter for it. "You'll tell me." A heavy clinking step closer to the short fellow would intimidate him further.

"You'll sign first." Kindal clenched his feet and held his ground while his fingers shivered manically in delight. What a bargain! Karl will be so pleased, an unknowing Prime's participating for the small price of a costless lie. What a profit I'll turn over from this idiot. He won't hurt me, if he does I'll get the troopers to back me up, this Prime really isn’t thinking. Hah! All bulk and no mass in the head, I'd say!

Gildarts clasped a fist and restrained the surge in his will, "As a wizard of Fairy Tail, I will never back down to those who think lightly enough of me to challenge me. Do as I say or I'll find someone else." Gildarts played on his own importance and began another step with an uninterested look on his face only to see Kindal's expression warp into one distressed with fear. He had underestimated the disheveled Prime.

"Wait, wait, don't go! Alright, I'll admit it, I wanted it to be a... A surprise," His chin dipped with false disgrace, "It's supposed to be surprise cruise for Primes, we sail across the oceans and past a few assorted islands. I recalled that that name was on the list of ports we are docking at and I wanted you to sign up. We only have a few more rooms available."

"Why didn't you just say so?" It seemed Gildarts had bought into the lie that there existed a cruise ship that could actually take people out of the Omniverse, "But how in the world did you get a cruise ship that can escape the Omniverse? I was told my world is very far from here and no one is able to leave his place."

No such thing exists you idiot or else I'd be out of here! Kindal thought before a response parted from his lips, "Oh, the destination is most certainly of itself, truly a world apart from the Omniverse indeed! To get there, we must go to the Nexus. You do remember that’s where you arrived on your first day here? Well, it turns out they found an exit there too." 

The Prime’s hand protruded from his parted cape and revealed metallic limbs shackled to his body. Kindal lead the way to the Nexus gate as he kept his eyes on the Prime. What a prize... What a PRIZE! "My, my, how truly lucky we are to have you! Right this way mister... Uhh...

“Gildarts.”[/spoiler]


The merchant of death, Kindal, was glad to know that the sign ups went swimmingly. There was no one in line and they had either beat the rush or missed it. Sweat formed on the Coruscantian’s brow as now he only had to get the Prime into the Dante Verse, there would be no escaping it then. With a little scheming, Kindal would be able to effortlessly trick the Prime into signing his name on the dotted line.

“Shit!” Kindal muttered softer than Gildarts could hear. How am I gonna get him to display his power?! Argh, one part of the plan -perhaps the most important- and I overlooked it. I’ll never get the promotion now. Wealth... Fame... Power... It could all be mine! I just need this Prime to get angry. But then, he had a thought.

Kindal and Gildarts approached the registration booth that bordered the Coruscant portal. He was met with his competition who wore collared polo shirts with Syntex logos over their chests.

“Morning!” Kindal was too overjoyed and his direct acknowledgement of the underlings was enough to tell them something was off. “Can I get the papers? Then this Prime here will be able to leave the Omniverse! Ain’ that right boys?”

“Uh, yessir Mr. Kindal.” One of the corporation’s finest procured a piece of paper and a pen, and handed it to the mysterious Prime.

“Sign that, Gildarts.” Kindal ordered before softening his tone into one of manipulation, delivered with ease and finesse, “Because we aren’t charging you anything for the cost of departure, all you have to do is offer a promotional speech. Introduce yourself here, and show us what makes you... Special.”

“Special?” Gildarts echoed. This was a strange requirement.

“Yah, it’s a corporation promotion thing. Nothing major.”

The bewildered immortal thought about it, as a strange black orb was thrust into his personal space. As this happened and Gildarts seemed to be distracted by his thoughts, a Syntex employee whispered to Karl, “Are you sure about this? What happens if he gets angry?”

“Hah, he can take it out on those in the game of course. And, he’ll be trapped there.” Kindal’s low voice bounced back.

Gildarts looked at the recording device for a moment and then back at Kindal, “Not really sure if I’m good at this sort of thing.”

“Just say your name, and include something about yourself.” Kindal scoffed, “It’s not that hard.”

“Uhh... The name’s Gildarts.” The Prime offered feeling the unwanted authority swell from within.

“C’mon, I know you can do better than that. Impress them, the producers are going out on a limb for you! For Omni’s sake!”

Gildarts seemed oblivious, and definitely had no idea what a “producer” was. Kindal was fed up and decided his plan would have to be put into action. “Give me your gun.” Kindal took the emergency rounds saved for those unsavory Primes who had continued to raid the Stormtrooper platoons in the Nexus.

The revolver was aimed at the Prime who cocked his head to the challenge. Kindal’s henchmen shouted, “Don’t! You’ll kill him!”

Another agreed, “We don’t want damaged goods!”

Kindal shrugged. “Silence you idiots! Primes don’t die.” The unquenchable thirst for revenge wasn’t enough to dissuade him of his prize. He was entitled to it, Gildarts had called him little and Kindal would take his death into his own hands. A free shot. There was a chance that Dante’s Abyss would be the kind of hell this Prime could endure and Kindal now took the opportunity to teach him a lesson. If he dies, he’ll just come back in the Nexus, and if I graze him, they’ll probably stitch him up on the other side... Probably. His eye angled down the snout of the gun and he muttered, “Fire.”

With a bang, Gildarts deployed a shield before the trigger could have clicked completely back. By the time the bullet had reached him, it seemed to slice in two. A close up of the bullet zoomed towards the crew before a fragment chipped off and propelled into the lens of the now out-of-commission camera which recorded only static from its live feed.

Kindal smirked, he was either impressed or just glad to blow off some steam, but his disguised smile wasn't enough to completely hide the disappointment in his eyes. The Coruscantian wanted him dead. The evident rivalry between them had been captured on camera, filmed for the crowd, and while Kindal had retired from his days of mercenary work, he still had great aim and appeared to have scraped a few hairs from the side of the tall man’s head.

“Damn Kindal, were you going for a headshot? Good thing he deflected it or things could’a gotten real messy...”

Gildarts had creased his expression as the spiraling shield hovered in front of his head and chest. Menace creased his expression. “Whoa this is so real!” The other camera man recorded with a handheld strapped to his palm.

“Whats the big idea?” Gildarts growled angrily and noticed the nozzle of the weapon was still aimed at his face.

Kindal reluctantly lowered it and that was when the Prime charged in with a fist that would have knocked the strong secondary back, had it landed. Gildarts paused, exercising restraint at the last second and clenched his fingers an inch above the man’s nose.

“Haha, you had me thinking you were serious for a moment, good shot. Almost had me there.” Gildarts grinned and slapped the man’s back painfully.

“Please, I wouldn’t want any hard feelings,” Kindal exhaled a breath of relief as he lied through his teeth, glad to see his action was interpreted as playful, and directed him through the gate.

“Right this way out of the Omniverse...” Into Karl’s hell... And to your death!

Appearance –



Please note: Gildarts has two appendages (left arm, left leg) that are prosthetic and made out of steel (making them essentially battle friendly) these are covered by his dark cloak and I didn’t want them to be mistaken for something else. He also wears bandages around his abdomen and over his shoulder, peeking from behind these are scars from his many battles as well as his Fairy Tail emblem.

Personality –

In battle, Gildarts is an intense guy, even in a glance it almost seems as though his eyes greet your soul. But usually, he's laid-back and pretty oblivious to his surroundings unless they are useful to him. On a dime he can switch from leisurely to battle ready.

He isn’t one to back down from a challenge and takes pride in himself without feeling the necessity to talk down to others, or boast his own ability. He jives well with everyone (even people or villains with unaligned motives) and is quickly able to earn the respect of those who have great power and/or the courage enough to oppose him. That being said, he has one great weakness above all else.

Weakness: Beautiful women 

Other notable vulnerabilities: Authority (his own leadership except when in battle) and occasionally his priorities can be too strong or misplaced. Lone-wolf mentality in most situations sometimes isolates him from a group.

Other Assets: Faith, willpower, sense of purpose. Gildarts, a veteran of battle, adapts to change quickly and tends to jump at the chance to protect others who cannot protect themselves and his charismatic behavior inspires others in times of strife. Gildarts fights better and more purposely when he has something to defend.

Possible Reactions – Gildarts is a noble guy and wouldn't like to see other characters ganging up on one weak one, so he might join to defend them. He likes battle because he can use his power freely, yet hates when people he cares about have been wronged or betrayed. Gildarts was tricked into joining the competition and will probably consider “boycotting” it for as long as possible, but that is not to say he will not fight for his life or a good time. (He’ll quickly warm up to the challenge).

When met with a respectable opponent, I could see where Gildarts might opt for a duel type battle.

Gildarts would respond to people he doesn't like by fighting fiercer and he would bring more action to the table. He always respects his opponent and quickly learns from their strategy.

Example - Gildarts has entered the competition after being told he will be taken out of the Omniverse and back to his home world where his daughter and entire guild are waiting to be rescued by him. Gildarts wouldn’t want to kill anyone unless it was an accident but if the challenge is stated (to the death) he would finish an enemy off because there would be no other choice.

As Gildarts becomes more active in the battle he will actually begin to enjoy testing his power out against powerful opponents.

Gildarts will want to win because he likes to be the best. He considers himself a champion and is committed to his training and reputation. He also will want a little revenge on Karl, Kindal, and Omni. Kindal for tricking him there, Karl for creating it in the first place, and Omni for being pulled from his world.

Relationships  – Gildarts is a member of Guu's faction but does not know she is participating.

Side note: Erza would be recognized as they are both acquainted with one another from their home verse.

‘Combat’ Style – Gildarts is the type to defend his allies, however when he is up against an enemy he will match their fists with his own in a brawl to see which one is stronger. 

When in battle, Gildarts hopes to outmatch his opponent by using sheer power to dominate them and favors his fists to do so. He isn't the type to be overly flamboyant if he doesn't have to be (example: he wouldn't kick through a tree trunk just to pick it up as a log and swing it at someone- thought if it benefited him he would attempt to make the duffle bag a swing weapon or improvise using his surroundings). On the other hand, he would put all of his strength into a single move because his strategy, formed by experience, surrounds the realistic idea that he will never know when he will be able to land another hit. Of course, this depends on whether the item he receives matches or can be used to match his usual style.

Eligible Powers – Basic Jump, Burst Movement, Insight, Stealth

Moves – Omitted moves.
[spoiler]Crash and Burn Cost: 800 OM (requires ranged/physical strength)

Tier 1 Super Move (Defensive: Crash and Disassembly Magic) - 2 SP

In this defensive Super Move, Gildarts has a powerful attack aimed towards him and it is propelling through the air. It seems as though it is inevitable that the massive energy will collide with him and he readies himself in an avid stance.

Gildarts extends a palm outward and releases his disassembly magic into what becomes a white ‘X’ in the face of the oncoming magic. (If it helps you to picture it, the X is like a shield or barrier.) As his netted white energy intercepts the attack aimed at Gildarts, his magic disperses through the oncoming magic that stagnates the attack before it becomes many cubes in the air and the attack is obliterated all together.

Drawbacks: Because this is a defensive move I didn’t want the major drawback to be speed or charge up time, after-all, if he doesn’t have time to deploy it it’s pointless. The massive drawback is aim and focus. Gildarts must stand entirely still. If he attempts to dodge another attack that is oncoming while he has actively released the defensive super move, the wave of energy will become disfigured and will not be an effective defense. The opponent’s move that has stagnated is converting into separating the magic and Gildarts is matching its power, suddenly he is unable to do so as his focus has been disrupted. With his concentration completely gone the opponent’s move will hit him head on and at the close distance there would be no time to run or dodge.

Another drawback is that the opponent’s intercepted magic does not loose its properties, so if it were a move with a debuff it could still potentially pose as a hazard to Gildarts.

Primary function: Defensive move that is usually used on an abiotic target and intentionally disrupts oncoming attacks. Please note that because this works similarly to a shield, it would respectively intercept multiple projectile beams if the targeted location was within the same area as the cast spell and the interception times were not too far apart (such as a rapid weapon) because the move stagnates to absorb and obliterate the power it has crossed with, it would include an attack with similarly aimed multiple projectiles.

Crushing Evil, Spreading the Truth: Empyrean (requires physical strength) Cost: 800 OM

Tier 1 Super move (Offensive: Crash Magic) - 2 SP

White energy released from his fist in an uppercut that has charged crash magic in it. The strength is powerful enough to send his enemy flying in a spiral upwards. The overall effect is a ‘defeated’ opponent who has been launched out of Gildarts’ sight.

Gildarts activates this move when the malice in his blood feels like ice. The Prime focuses his energy in his right fist (cannot be used by left prosthetic) and launches himself at the opponent. His fist finds its mark when the opponent has left his chin wide open and suddenly the enemy is launched into the air after feeling a weight strong enough to crush their jaw collide into their chin. The force that could shatter skulls instead the target’s body follows the momentum of his blow and is carried upward in a white spiral.

Drawbacks:
A Requirement before the move is deployed: Resolve. Gildarts must deem his adversary as evil (or an evil creature) and/or has seen them do something unforgivable. This drawback is flexible due to character interaction because it makes Gildarts the judge.

Another drawback is the charge up time of at least five seconds, this variable is necessary for his blow to land with finesse and launch effectively upward. Gildarts must also charge at the enemy head-on, putting him at risk for any oncoming attacks that he could dodge if he slanted his route. If it is not given enough time the energy will backfire and the momentum will carry Gildarts away from his enemy

*this is not a one hit KO move

T2 offensive super move
Crushing Evil, Spreading Truth: Ikazuchi

The Crash Magic user is at it again, this powerful spell is used on the most formidable of foes. Gildarts charges the power in his fist so that it visibly contorts with light, and launches it at his enemy. The fist is weighed with a heavy amount of magic, so much so that it crackles with static in the air around it.

Though Gildarts uses "Crash" magic, he is able to harness the raw destructive power of lightning as it streaks across the air with his very swing. The punch lands and is intended to create a powerful impact in the target, as well as send a ripple of crash magic through their body.


Drawbacks: aside from a charge up time of about ten seconds, Gildarts must focus on the enemy and land the blow on a somewhat flat surface for the full shock of the blow to be delivered. When Gildartts misses, it will take him twice as long to charge up again.

T1 Transformation

Rocks crumble and shake around this Crash Magic user, as Gildarts powers up and waves of energy surge through the air. White light surrounds his body as the rock beneath him begins to crack into large chunks. While in this power-up, Gildarts gains speed and agility, and utilizes them well during a battle.


ATK:+2
DEF:+1
SPD:+2
TEC: N/A[/spoiler]



Extra – He doesn't like to loose but in the same way he will probably do it honorably. 

Cannon-wise Gildarts is sort of the 'finale' guy. Fights never seem to last long when he is around and usually end as quickly as they begin. He is not one to dawdle or stretch out the inevitable and I consider him pretty badass.

Gildarts doesn’t carry tools because his magic is more or less considered the ultimate weapon in his home world.

Before he gets “real” in a battle, he’ll throw off his cloak. (Like Piccolo?)

Quotes – "(Are you sure you want to fight me?) I'm no good at holding back." 

"Fear is not evil. It tells you what your weakness is. And once you know your weakness you can become stronger as well as kinder." ©

“I hate going easy, whatever the task may be.” ©

“So you think killing is fun?” (Said incredulously)

"Bring it."