{N0t}... /FaDe/... ~Aw@y~

[Lord of Chaos]

(Yeah, I gave in and used stupid text FX)

Ever-changing and turbulent... this is the phrase that has been used to describe the Omniverse. A singular figure dying out, destroying himself, in order to benefit it and draw it within a new, peaceful era. Rain falls from the sky, a dark melody of singular monotoned rhythm, pulsating around different lands, of different worlds. A silent requiem places into the entropic space that is defined within the confines of the Omniverse itself.

Yet, somewhere... a new child is born. Life goes onward and forward, never skipping a beat, missing a rhythm... losing a purpose. Purpose is what it always has been -- a reason within the mental walls that make up a mind. Does purpose justify the end? Does the end justify the means? Does the means justify the purpose? An ongoing loop of philisophical bullshit that never seems to run out of power, being fueled onwards by the continuity of socialism that spreads ever so thinly within the realms of the Omniverse.

Why do bad things happen to good people? This has always been mulled over by this with no sense of what truly is good and what truly is bad....

Was there a line... Is there a line?

A definition of something so well known in common sense. What makes good and evil? Why can't they be the same? Where are these rules written in stone? Someone has to know, right? If there was no one that knew... then really was there a difference? Equivocally, if nothing was ever known from the beginning, then is there truly a such thing as knowledge? Why isn't just a huge gray mass that seems to float within the unseen area of the Omniverse? Is there a name for that unnamed area?

Speciatim.

Is that the name? Then what happened? Where are they?

Where are who?

Those who were here before... those that should have still been here, and should be here after...where did they go?

They have become non-existant.

They died?

No... they have become non-existant.

You're not making any sense!

Since when have they wanted anything to make sense?

Who ARE they?

... The Legends...

Legends? Of the Omniverse?

Yes. Those who have walked every path, know every being, seen every place there is to see...

We need them back...

Then find them...

... We will.

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This is more or less a kind of investigative, mystery RP. The Legends (namely Ukiah & Valyon) are gone. No one really knows where Valyon went (though you will find out fairly early) and Ukiah just vanished as well. You have to find them, where they are now. That's basically the point. You will have to fight things, solve puzzles, and other fun and tricky stuff.

Start place will be, with no surprise, the Nexus (Center of the Omniverse). Somehow your characters need to get there. I don't care how, they can fly in on a giant radioactive ape, it doesn't matter. Just make sure they do... You will all meet at the Grand Library in the center of the Nexus (in Nexus City). You've been called there, basically, by some urge... and you will all join with each other.

Someone needs to be team leader. I will be narrating, and playing a few characters, none of which will be constant.

Morpheaus will probably show up for a few posts now and then, so be happy.
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Rules:

You all know me, you know my rules. You know I am in control here. Whatever happens, only happens by the grace of the RP-M and within this RP, I am the M. If you've read everything, then post the names of the two legends at the top of your template



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First person to PM me gets to be Team Leader.

Have fun.

[Afterglow Eve]

'The Legends of the Omniverse...Valyon Lightstar and Ukiah Oregon.'

Name- Peter Scullin Dolan

Age- 13

Gender- Male

Appearance- Peter stands about 4'10, with fairly short brown hair. His green eyes resonate with a depth of intelligence that greatly surpasses his years, a wisdom unfitting his rather fragile human frame. His skin tends to take on a pale look, and he dresses himself in mostly pieces of clothing that variate between white and green. More recently, he has begun to don a small steel triquetra that's been hung from a piece of black ribbon.

[In his Cherubim Form, he takes on the appearance of a lion's body with his own, an eagle, a lion, and an ox's head sticking out of it's neck with an array of six crimson-feathered wings. All of the heads seem to share one conciousness, so in theory, he is a single being in many. Upon his wings are many small, golden eyes.]

Personality- Despite his occasional bouts of philosophical wisdom, Peter is still but a child on the verge of the transition to teenager. He takes his stubborn yet tolerating side and short fuse from his mother's Italian heritage, and his kindness, generosity, and willingess to forgive from his father. A bit of a procrastinator, he always puts his interests in front of work.

Bio-

Race- Cherubim

Powers- Pyrokinesis, Flight

Quote- "Omniverse...Legends...it's all a bit confusing, really."

[Setharoth]

Ukiah & Valyon

Name: Sai Traski
Age: 19
Gender: male
Race: human
Appearance: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/...e+-in%3Ascraps
Personality: He is a very energetic guy who many people perceive as happy. Even though his public attitude is that of a “Happy” person. He has many layers on him that make him seem somewhat secluded from the real world. His deepest problems affect his life more than most people would guess. Only those who he trust the most can really tell this and this alone is what distinguishes the true Sai. The Sai that would drinks blood in a newly made bowl, which was created from the dead remains of those who touched the sacred territory of his heart or as some would say, his eternal coffin. An empty box with a monster that was born to demolish everything around him and within him.
Weapons: Ribbons – These ribbons are infused with particles that have a certain connection to the astral plane. When they are held by a person who has a great amount of spiritual energy inside of them the can connect these particles as they wish. But controlling what they do is something that only those who can actually move the ribbon in the right fashion can do.
Powers: He has a direct connection to the astral plane with his ribbons. The allows him to teleport, summon, and transform while holding the ribbons. He has also developed a ability modeled by a person he likes to call his idol. This person way able to manipulate pure chaos and fight with it. Sai has begun to devote a similar ability but in a more of strand which he wields like a ribbon. He calls it The Chaos ribbon.
Bio: As a baby this particular boy was given ribbons to play with. They were long colored strands of deep red silt with a certain glare to them that gave a warm feeling. He would lifted the up and cover his body in them. He loved the color as it brightened up his entire body. But this same color soon came to be a different meaning to him.
One month after he was born he saw the color but in a larger portion. It was spread across the room and it dripped from the ceiling. His mother and father could not recognize the boy’s happiness towards this thing as it seeped on his skin. It was warm since it was recently let loose to explore the house in its liquid manner. The sight only made the boy happy as he saw his mother playing with to or at least that’s what he thought. Since she was also dressed in a light coating of it and she was letting go of it from her body. Her body. Now the boy started to understand what it was. Just because of this he loved it more and more. This little red liquid named blood. The true crimson elixir. Sai’s favorite thing of all time.
Soon after Sai was adopted by his uncle who felt sympathy towards the baby. He felt sorry for him because of the how a serial killer who was most likely his father killed his mother. Two weeks later Sai’s father confessed in a written note to his uncle and later that day he killed himself by drowning. He did that because in books he read that was the most painful way to die. Anyway it’s been nineteen years after that experience and still something feels like its missing in Sai’s life as he feels a uncontrollable monster bottled up inside of him and with that it seems to calm down when ever anyone bleeds. Sai can smell it and almost taste it from a mile away. But most of all he knows how good it feels across his forehead.
Theme Song: One week later “bare naked ladies”
Quote: “Blood isn’t just an object but more of an emotion”

[Engineer]

Name:Takashi Kirizaka
Age:19
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Appearance:Link
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[Lord of Chaos]

You're all welcome in. Setharoth has already grabbed the Team Leader spot. I warn you though: Mess up once and you're gone. I hate to sound like an asshole, but I like my rp's going nicely...

[Nebula Zero]

Valyon Lightstar, Ukiah Oregon...

Where have you gone?

Name: Johnny Salvation

Age: Estimated to be 20 (real age unknown)

Gender: Male

Race: Nephalym (Half-human, half-seraph)

Appearance: Being the enigma he is, he always conceals himself in his long, black trenchcoat, worn out over time, with a black cloak over that, with rips and tears. Wearing old army boots, dating back many years ago, possibly in the times of the World Wars. He has long, black and shiny hair, tied up at the very end, wearing a big black magician's hat, with a knick on the edges here and there. His face is all bandaged up, concealing his face to outsiders, only his luminous azure eyes giving you his glare of death, with murderous intent to follow suit. Other than his head or feet, he shows no other body part. But when he needs to, he opens his coat, and releases the heavy chains that bind his foreboding body...

Johnny's appearance has slightly changed since then. Upon meeting Makyu, Makyu had undergone a transformation, to reveal his true form. On doing so, he had channeled the River Styx to another route: Him. With the current disruption of souls, it had irreversibly made Johnny stronger, Johnny a being with ties to Hell.

As he came to the meeting place, it was a desolate planet. A place where life bloomed. And where life bloomed, death would blossom. Just as Makyu described it to be. Coming out of his usual darkness, he felt something. It was far from 'normal'. But normal took on a whole new perspective for him. He felt his body convulse and bulge from the inside, as he quickly grabbed his chest, his hand crumpling the black leather. Something was happening. No; something was transforming. Whatever it was, it was affecting his body. Johnny kneeled to the ground, as the ends of his cloak slowly wrapped themselves around their owner, constricting his body. For the first time in a long time, he had felt something he never knew he could feel; Pain.

As he undergone a transformation himself, he felt the ends of his cloak reforming his attire. His arms were visible now, the cloak forming sleeves, as the ends wrapped around his arms, slowly showing red. His cloak changed to blood red, with only the ends showing black, swirled around his body, as his cloak changed to a trench coat. But to his surprise, Johnny winced in pain once more. He screamed into the distance, the screech similar to that of a Banshee itself. As his sharp melody rung through the lush wildlife, feathers flew into the air, blood encasing it's heavenly glow. Johnny panted heavily, as he saw that two out of his many wings had been revealed. When he looked into a puddle of water, his eyes had now reflected his coat, now a crimson red.

"Appearances mean everything, no? Whatever you dream, what ever you feel in your dreams, I am everything you wish never to see in your sleep. A dream that feels so real, that it almost blurs and crosses the threshold of your so called 'reality'. When you close your eyes, what do you see? Nothing. And soon, that is all you shall see, when I come knocking into the door of your deceased dreams: Your nightmares."

-Johnny Salvation

Weaponry: Devil's Intent - A sword that comes out of his body when he releases his chains. A faint stench of death can still come from the fearsome blade, as its dark blade is just as blood-stained as the user. Known to be once wielded by a great demon of the Netherworld, is now endowed to Johnny. How he is able to wield it is unknown. Some people say that his body serves as the medium to summon the powerful sword. When he releases his sword, part of his true appearance shows, as one wing comes out. It is as white and pure as an angel's wing, but at the tip of each feather, there is a stain of blood.

Only known depiction of Devil's Intent

"A sword from the depths of Hell? Or simply the result of the hearts of men? One thing is for sure. Once this weapon is unleashed on any plane, it will sew pain and misery onto anything it touches. Satan never lusted over a thing of such beauty. The smell of blood...the silent requiem of a cold stone, that marked who you once were...that, is true euphoria. And as long as I walk the planet I stand on, more blood will be shed, lives taken away. Your blood, sewn onto by no longer beating heart: The Devil's Intent."

-Johnny Salvation

Personality: Hiding his old self and putting him away into a little black box in the deep recesses of his subconscious, he now has a dark persona to him. Seemingly cold to others, willing to kill them if he finds it fitting. He is poetic in everything he does, whether it be in battle, cleaving off the limbs of his foes. He does things gracefully, like watching a painting of your impending doom. Johnny has never opened up to anyone in centuries. And apparently, being sarcastic seems to be a good trait for him.

"Silent insanity...Muted to your ears, but not to your mind. How long have I heard this feeling...? Too long, I surmise. However, I have tried to muffle this by clouding it in the screams of humans, the cries of babies and little children. But when the cry for help ceased, it was still there, waiting for the end of the massacre. One of the many prices I paid for this second life, that I've had no regrets for."

-Johnny Salvation

Bio: A past stained in the blood of those he cares about, it is that what makes him what he is today. His heart used to be warm, full of content, a child's heart. But that changed when he found out the truth. One day, when he was cleaning up his dad's things, he stumbled upon his father's 'legacy' at the age of 11.

His father had been killing people out of insanity, keeping remains of his victims as keepsakes. When he made this discovery, he grabbed his hair, as the shock started to sink in, his mind breaking. He had went mad, despite his age. When his family slept soundly, he slowly got a knife in his house, and loomed his blade over his mother, father, sister and brother. Stabbing them all in a reported 172 times for each person, as he used his fingers covered in blood to write a message on the wall before he was captured.

'Salvation...is a fool's request.'

It was unknown how he could write such a message, at the age of 11. But nevertheless, he was put in a maximum security prison, wrapped in a straitjacket, his capture kept top-secret to anyone but that of the Pentagon. His time in that cell in complete darkness had fused hate and malice into his heart. But after all that he done, he did not go unpunished.

For his actions, he was to be executed by means of electrocution, his execution top-secret, witnessed only by select members of the government and the Pentagon. As they put the steel cap on his head, he had the thought that humans are inferior, killing others to save themselves. This thought was all he needed. When they pulled the switch, the electricity did not kill him. Surprised, they tried again. He was still clinging onto his life. After 3 more tries, he had finally died. He was buried underneath the prison, never to be unearthed. But those thoughts proved to be false, as he rose from the ground, reborn into something dfferent.

He had been 'cursed' for killing those closest to him, the curse stripping him of his humanity, turning him into the embodiment of insanity, the epitome of murderous intent. God had given him a devilishly angelic appearance for his misdeeds, hiding his atrocious appearance from anyone since that day. For years, he had been killing others just like his father, people naming him many things, the most popular one being 'Johnny Salvation', a name made out of fear, the name somewhat symbolizing his knack for sarcasm, since there is more death than salvation when it comes to him.

Mortality seemed to be light years from him, as he could hear the cries of the dead amongst him, including his deceased family. As he could feel the earth underneath him rotate with each passing day, he watched mankind from where he could never be found. Every time he watched, it was the same thing happening over and over, equalizing the balance of souls: Survival. Organisms always struggling to stay alive, only to find that their time would come nevertheless. But Johnny would never have to worry about this. He was the curse. He was a Half-Immortal.

He now looms over the shadows, where few people dare to tread.

"Whatever you may think I achieve during my time on this planet, think of it as no achievement, but a rhapsody of the Devil himself. An endless symphony of sought ruin, bore from my footsteps. Angels will bleed to death from their tears, and demons will implode from the overwhelming feeling of repentance. But what will become of me, neither human, nor angel, nor demon? Would I remain untouched? Or would I bleed repentance from every orifice in my body? My name, is Johnny Salvation, and I do not want you to 'like' me."

-Johnny Salvation

Race Information

Being half seraph, he is not one. The seraph strain in his DNA has given him the physical traits of a Seraph, such as the wings of a supposed angel, which is merely an 'extension' of his body, created by the strain. How many wings he possesses is unknown. His wings have superhuman strength, and can create enough lift to enable him to carry at least 1 ton plus his own weight, and can easily break and arm or leg, or can projectile objects or people quite a distance. They have a very flexible skeletal structure, enabling him to press them to the back of his torso and legs with only the slightest bulge visible under his clothing, to properly disguise himself.

Currently, his anatomy is unknown, as no one has been able to actually see his insides. He possesses a greater proportionate muscle mass than normal and his superhumanly sharp eyes can withstand high-speed winds which would damage the average human eye. His lungs can extract oxygen from the air at high velocities or altitudes.

Since Seraphs are considered unknown beings, this strain is considered unpredictable. Along with the physique, he has inherited the Seraph's strength, making him inhumanly strong. He also possesses 'half-immortality'. Half-Immortality is advanced regeneration, and is still able to age, but ages ten thousand times slower than an average human. The curse that made him is what keeps him from staying dead, however.

Johnny does not need to eat, for he cannot feel 'hunger' anymore. He also has the Seraph's knack to think less of those below them, despite his half-human side. It is still unknown whether Johnny possesses the other traits, such as psionic abilities and the power to use 'magic', and other spiritual powers a Seraph may possess, other than his ability to 'listen' to the souls of the deceased.

Theme Song: The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

Quote: "To live, is to live on borrowed time. To die, is to become Immortal."

[Hip-Hop]

Will be joining if my new char. Orpheaus Memorium (omniversal god of memory) is finished by the time you start. if that then oh well.

[Lord of Chaos]

Mastersephiroth, nevermind, you can't join. Which is just as good... I don't even know if you've gotten any better since I last knew you. At any rate... an Omniversal God? Hhmm... not sure if having a God in this rp is acceptable.

[Mitsukai]

What about a character who works for an Omniversal God?

[Lord of Chaos]

That's fine. I just don't want some omnipotent being spoiling all the fun... least, not yet. >.>

[GuardianOfHearts]

"Ukiah Oregon ... Vaylon Lightstar ... I wonder if they're lost, too."

{I'd realy like to join, but I can't finish off this template until I get back on Sunday. But ... expect me.}


Name: Aara Terilwe Sayre "The Sorrowful"

Age: Pretty young, considering ... only about thirty-four. However, she still looks about twenty.

Gender: Female

Appearance: Aara isn't really short, but her height is nothing to brag about, just around 5'6. But she obviously has some strength to her, if not as much as others. Her skin is fairly pale, though for some reason she never blushes. She has large sea-grey eyes set in a softly ovular face, surrounded by a mass of wild hair in varying shades of red. Aara
She wears tan pants, the cuffs are which are tucked into tall brown boots without heels, securely laced. A white shirt is usually covered with a light black jacket, and she always wears black gloves.

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[Hip-Hop]

OOC: When I say god don't mean a char. that god-mods to no end, think Ukiah Oregon type omniversal god. Not sure if you realized that or not.

[Mitsukai]

Well I realised, considering your character's name is more or less Morpheaus without the "M", and he's God of Memories instead of Dreams.

Regardless, I think you need a certain level of skill before you can play an Omniversal God, which is why I tend to steer clear from them.

Then again, I just like my human characters.

[justme3]

I'm probably going to end up editing this with my template, not sure when I'm gonna get around to that though... This also kinda serves as a bump. =P

There's still the issue of actually making a character for this roleplay, which I am in the process of doing. The process is taking longer than it should because I'm not really satisfied with anything that I make, and thus I typically end up erasing everything after any extended period of writing. I'll shut up now... =)

[Eikre]

Legends are disapearing as soon as they seem to re-appear...don'tcha just hate when that happens, Valyon and Ukiah?


Name: Eikre Vrael Dar'Nell

Age: 49

Gender: Male

Appearance: Stands nearly six feet, with an Endomorphic build...which is just as well for an elf. His head is topped by a slightly small mound of anime-ish hair that descends a bit over his face, reaching his nose level in some spots, the back is tied up in a pony tail that's rather thick and falls down to waist height. His left eye is a sapphire filled with numerous optical magicks, the right eye is his normal birth eye, the colour of sky and water. Again, he’s an Endomorph, so he has so little body fat and muscle that his bones are shown a little. The most magnificent appendage on Eikre’s body are the silver wings that give him a five foot wingspan. His arms are covered in a medley of Celtic and Tribal weaves. I’m not taking the time to describe clothes because he has more than one set. Oh…and one other thing…his bones are hollow, making for a fragile frame…very fragile.

Personality: A rather...unique character, to say the least, A seemingly care-free individual who seems to never be sad or angry, but not calm either. He finds joy in helping others, in music, and in adventure. Some would describe him as charismatic; some would describe him as a persuasive bastard. Others yet are charmed by his grace, fluidity, wit and other charms.
From his race’s psychology, he’s quite the aloof and prideful persona. Flight is one of his greatest joys and pities all who cannot fly. Extreme claustrophobia is also present, particularly in underground places. In the code of “Honour” set down by his race, once lethal combat has begun, surrender is not an option, and the enemy, by accepting the battle, also accepts the rule that anything that the Avariel bring to play is fair game. That includes sneak attacks from the air. From a religious standpoint, he pays hommage all of the Seldarine, but devoutly worships Aerdrie Faenya.

Bio: To begin to understand Eikre’s past, you must learn about what was his family’s legacy. Upon the now destroyed world of Aborianna, there was a clan of Avariel, who went by the name of Obsidian Sky, and the leaders were the Dar’Nell family members, for they held the link to the Elven royalty…. The Obsidian made their home in a haven for all good, known as Serathlia. It was a small, yet prosperous, little haven. For almost a millennia, the residents of Serathlia lived peacefully, while the Avariel maintained their culture….untill the Scro came to town. Scro are a race of mean, nasty, intelligent orcs. And this is during the rule of Eikre’s mother, Liriel…seeing as Dad was never around. Seeing no other choice, Liriel, pregnant with Eikre, gave the command for all with magic, preferably Avariel, to come and make the most difficult Elven spell…a spell of seeking. What this means is that the caster of the spell becomes a conduit, the seeker. And she sought and found a tribe of other Avariel…the Snow Eagle tribe in Aber-Toril. Yay for magical transportation, because at the moment the fifty travelers left, Serathlia was the last standing city to fall, and the sheer magical backlash of throwing a city built upon magic to the ground…well…let’s just say that magical creatures are drawn to this place like a magnet. Now, back to the remnants of the Obsidian Sky, and seeing as most of the remaining tribe was Avariel, the Snow Eagle tribe accepted them readily, and upon the seventh day upon coming to Aber-Toril, Eikre Vrael Dar’Nell was born. Now, being born to a high sorceress, Eikre had gained an innate talent for magic, and was schooled almost as soon as he could walk, talk, and fly. From an early age, signs of wanderlust began to develop, causing Eikre to explore things thoroughly…like the area around his home, including the human village of Sundabar. The occasional Avariel is not unknown to these humans/dwarfs, but never one as young as seventeen. Having established a working relationship with the races, for the next three years, he worked at training his magic at home and grabbed some basic skills down in Sundabar…until an Elven bladesinger came to town. Eikre was so thoroughly entranced by this wanderer, (Be a budding spellsinger himself was a small help) he decided rather forcefully to follow this elf, who went by the name of Light. Light and Eikre went under many successful adventures in a relatively short amount of time…for elves anyways. All throughout this they learned from each other, mostly Eikre from the way more experienced Light. Well…even one adventure is enough to break any winning streak if you die...and they were kind of asking for it when just two people, no matter the experience, walk straight into Myth Drannor. In the beginning they had found nothing, due to other attempts at raiding by other parties. Just when they were about to leave, several gargoyles appeared from behind and chased the two down rather into the ruins, where the backlash of the magic Elven society remained.
Both of them said in unison “Aww…crap.” (To be finished later, I’m hungry and distracted)


Theme Song & Battle Song: soundtrack to be coming soon in .ogg format, honestly, did you expect a bard like me to have one song? (The next weekend…)

Race: Avariel (Winged Elf)

Weapon:
I: A double-scimitar…no, this ISN’T a Darth Maul rip off. One of the Scimitar blades is made of black adamantine, that shows its magic outwardly, which is fire, vampiric, and vorpal: chosen at will. The second blade is white, translucent glassteel, with its magic shown inside, chosen from Lightning, Holy, and Self-Regeneration…though a maximum combination of two is possible, one from the light, the other from the dark. Both blades’ edges face separate ways

II: Dar’Nell Family moonblade (Dormant)
This COULD be a very powerful weapon, in the hands of a master…if it were working…It was lost during the Serathlia siege, and found again, lying dormant in the ruins of the haven.

III: Bolas
Eikre is quite proficient in the use of bolas, seeing as wing muscles stop proper bow usage during flight.


Powers: Many, as a Bard, Eikre has access, not only to a wide range of powers, but to a long range of knowledge…even if it is quite limited. He is currently concentrating on a mix of swordplay and magic. He is quite nimble on the ground…well…relatively speaking anyways. From the Avariel standpoint, Eikre gets a unique assortment of skills: Glasswork with Glass, Crystal, Obsidian, and transmutation of glass, combat scenarios with big-ass wings, and, of course,

Quote (one of many): Silvanus must truly hate mankind. Why else would he create such nuisances as nymphs, pixies, sprites, brownies, and other woodland fairies?


Soldiers fight, thieves steal, bards sing, wizards cast, sages think, assassins kill. Good or Evil we all have ajob. So tell me this. What the hell are nobles and merchants for?