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Reference: Bethelzazar Darkinesecise-Name: Bethelzazar "Mr. Z" Darkinesecise (Buh-thel-zuh-zar Dar-kin-ese-cese)
-Profession: Agent/Talent Scout for VTV. He rose to this position after seven other talent scouts met -mysterious, humiliating, painful and totally unexplained deaths.
-Yearly Salary: %40 cut from each of his 1,562,982 clients.
-Appearance: He lives in an office with only a dull red light and filled with cigar smoke. The number of people that know and remember what he looks like can be counted on one hand.
-Personality: Smooth, calculating, douchebag. All these and more describe Mr. Z. He's passively offensive and insulting at almost all times, but also upbeat and witty in his dialogue. His ability to manipulate borders on mind control and his power to predict what will please a crowd rivals the best prophets. Out of his hundreds of thousands of clients, he only truly cares about a handful. Half a dozen produce over %80 of his income, a good portion of that coming solely from Akusei
Reference: Akusei Akki-Name: Akusei Akki
-Race: Facio Informis, commonly known as "Stage Shifter". Stage Shifters can change to any form they can imagine within certain size-based limitations. However, they may only change to any given form once in their life. Their power is based solely on how famous that particular form is. They adsorb raw, emotional energy from everyone that knows of them, be it fear, love, hate, admiration, etc. This is due to latent psychic abilities most commonly referred to as "Vampiric Empathy".
-Profession: Intergalactic/interdimensional pop star for VTV, television for Villains. Their signals broadcast to every mountain fortress and crystal ball in the known universe. A particularly greedy and manipulative organization, they are responsible for the skyrocketing rates of villainy in the past 6,000 years.
-Yearly Salary: More than the gross domestic product of some solar systems.
-Appearance: A teenage gi
HoC R4 P1: Hell in a HandbasketThe smell of gunpowder mixed with light whiffs of strawberry frosting filled the ever growing battle zone the two warriors were creating. It only took both Vasuvan's forces and the Hands' defensive crew a few moments to realize they should avoid the warpath their respective assault and defensive leaders were on. The path of destruction was filled with mangled body parts, blasted shrapnel and cake. It led from the firing control room, through the mess hall and with one more explosive the combat was propelled into the now completely empty fighter bay.
The blond man brushed a gloved hand through his messy, blond hair. Soot and bits of pastry caked (pun intended) his face and hair, but he hardly seemed out of breath. Blood from already healed wounds left dark red stains on his leather jacket. He wide, unblinking eyes finally moved away from his foe to examine his remaining supplies. Gary smiled satisfactorily as he withdrew another six detonators.
The dark (chocolate) haired man
Rift Audition: Feel the ThunderKader stared into his mug with the intensity of a scholar attempting to decipher a particularly esoteric philosophy. There was a decision to be made; "There was a decision to be made--'To be drunk, or not to be drunk?' . A simple choice. Rather than be faced with it, the brown-skinned man lazily examined the tavern. The sandstone walls pressed the sweating, screaming mob of regulars together into an indistinguishable mess. Honestly, he already had a hard enough of a time telling the difference between any two humans.
Just looking at them made up the man's mind on whether to get drunk or not. Especially after his latest failure. Three months travel to a sage rumored to be powerful in the arts of magic. Yet the old coot was on a deathbed by the time the desert warrior had arrived. Needless to say, the sage wasn't able to restore him back to his original form.
This thought motivated him even further to drink himself into a stupor. This alcohol stuff was the only thing Humans could get rig
Reference Redux: Kader Tineen--Basics--
Name: Caelestis "Kader Tineen" Levitas
Age: 17 (Mental age of a young adult)
Race: Human (Formerly Dragon)
World: Medieval Fantasy Earth
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 165 lbs
Skin: Dark Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Details: Large chin and nose. A reasonablely powerful build, even given the times he lives in. The muscles don't tend to show through his outfit, however. On his back there is a massive tatoo of a Bronze dragon poised to strike.
Clothing: An open blue robe kept together with a slightly darker sash. White stripes run the length of the outerwear while under it a white longshirt with wide ends makes up the rest of the upper-boy outfit. Baggy, white pants and blue sandles for the lower regions.
Gait/Demeanor: Strong, powerful and commanding. He stands up straight at all times, but only to make himself look taller.
Voice/Speech patterns: Perpetually annoyed and disapproving. Normally very loud and vocal a
HoC R3: Off Balance Pt. 2"I have a proposal for you, Audrey." Wildcard said to the massive wall of vines before him. He held the brim of his tophat while he spoke and adjusted his bright orange suit before his partner in crime responded. This was a delicate situation that would require expending a few resources, but the reward would be worth it.
"Well well well, what have we here? What's that I smell on you? Is it fear?"
The vines curled away, revealing the massive pod that was Audrey III's head. He spoke in an ever deepening sing-song voice that shook the entire museum in which he had taken root.
"I'll admit, I may be immortal but the idea of pain, not gaining godhood and losing to that pirate are all rather disconcerting to say the least."
A noodley appendage reached under Wildcard's feet and lifted him up to 'eye-level'.
"Spill it! So what's the deal? If you got a problem with something just kill it!"
The lizard-man chuckled.
"That is what I need you're help for. Allow me to tap into your energy reser
HoC R3: Off Balance Pt. 1In the middle of the what passed for night on the Black Eden, the pirate lord Dominik Payne was awoken from dreamless sleep by three quick, loud knocks on the door. His head throbbed and his mouth could not have been dryer if he had just swallowed a fist full of sand, but still he managed to roll out of his hammock. The vampire swore guttural curses at his crash landing, picked himself up and opened the door. The frowning face of Siegfried greeted him.
"Change of plans; Get dres-"
The judge was cut off by the door hissing before it closed on him. Siegfried growled and stuck a foot in the door before it shut all the way. Dominik sighed disappointedly and started making his way back to bed. The hangover wasn't going to sleep it self off.
"Hey, asshole! We don't have time for this! Your match is starting!"
He begrudgingly looked at a clock through sleep encrusted eyes. It indicated a time so early that Dominik could only describe it as half passed retarded.
HoC Round 3: Prologue8 hours before the start of the war
The guard laid back in his chair, watching the same set of recordings again. The hours he had spent in this security room were uncountable. It was a large, mechanical room that was only lit by the ever shifting light of a dozen or more screens. His eyes darted from screen to screen, processing information at a rate far beyond that of inferior beings
On one screen, he watched with curiosity as a fully armored figure assaulted a mechanic. His eyes dissected the very pixels of a lightning bolt on screen, noting not only the inherent energy, but its effects on the environment. Each spark leaping across cold metal and every singe on the man's cloths were essential to grasp.
The next few screens displayed what appeared to be a small girl surviving every possible disaster, from poison to giant blades. He marveled at her resilience. Almost every person on the Black Eden could regenerate themselves, but no one had her toughness. A quick burst o
HoC: Round 2 SEAbel finished the last of the glowing runes in the hanger. The ancient glyphs and sigils were composed entirely of circles and jagged lines, totally incomprehensible to all save herself. She stood up, gloved hands on her sides as she admired her marks proudly. It had taken her several hours, but the teleportation spell was ready. She then turned her attention to the hanger around her. To her left, a battalion of combat magicians, trained by her personally. To her right, a force of elite soldiers fully armed and ready for action.
Abel clapped her hands and a large stage appeared beneath her feet in a puff of smoke. It was reminiscent of the platforms used for old Greek plays, which matched the white marble architecture of the hanger. She had complaints about it's practicality, but aesthetics were important to both her and Vasuvan. She cleared her throat, ready to give her speech. A bit of magic flared up in her mouth, and suddenly the cough could be heard perfectly by all.
"They say tha
Notes on Cornelius as a ShapeshifterA reminder. Cornelius was originally human. He ran afoul of a form-destroying virus which malfunctioned, mutating his body into a genetic hodgepodge of all former hosts of the virus, including himself. Although he's now apparently a monster thing, the virus left his original code intact. Each of his cells contain double DNA strands, one human and one glatni. He's able to express either set at will. But there are lots of catches.
Just keep in mind that 'unshifted', 'normal', 'actual' Cornelius is glatni, 'shapeshifted' Cornelius is human.
By definition, anything 'magical' that happens in the Network works in conjunction with the nearby dimension, which has different physics. In Cornelius' case, this foots the bill for his change in mass. When he transforms, his shifting field (an area around him pushed drastically nearer the other dimension, temporarily allowing crazy things like all your cells changing at once without killing you) yanks/pushes a whole load of extra matter into/out o
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 15
Author's note: I'm finally back from my school trip. Oh man, I have such a big jet lag. You can't imagine.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
After Kise’s statement about the picture I couldn’t sleep at all. Probably because I threw my pillow at the door right after he left and I wasn’t able to get it back.
Taking my crutches I make my way over to the bathroom to fulfil my morning duties. It’s kind of fascinating how inventive I am when I’m handicapped.
I want to take a shower, but I can’t stand on my own and I don’t want to take my crutches into the shower. That’s why I place myself in the shower, so I sit with the most part of my body in it and only my injured leg is looking out.
After the complicated shower I dress into an oversized (_f/c_) pullover, which is going till down to my knees. So it’s like a dress.
Not wasting time to look for shoes, because I can only w
Mindy Marvel Data File - Steel City
Name: Mindy Marvel
Alter-Ego: Melinda Bridget Crane
Marital Status: Married (2nd Lt. John Crane, United States Army)
Dr. Richard Doherty (father)
Karen Doherty (mother)
Michael Doherty (younger brother)
Dr. Sabrina (Brie) Doherty (aunt)
Current Occupation: Paralegal, Poole & Schmidt LLC; Student, Steel City Law School
Eyes: Green (as Melinda Crane) Electric Blue (as Mindy Marvel)
Hometown: Hill Valley
Base of Operations: Steel City
Alignment: Lawful Good
Mindy is able to tap into the Earth's natural electrical field and is the source of her powers which include:
Enhanced Physical Abilities
Superhuman Strength: Mindy is able to lift up to 5 tons
Superhuman Speed: 25 mph jogging, 50 mph running, 100 mph sprinting
Superhuman Stamina: Mindy's musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of an ordinary human. She can physically exert herself at peak capacity for se
Encyclopedia Wormwood DisclaimerEncyclopedia Wormwood is a comprehensive guide to the world of Pokemon and how it would exist if blended with reality as we know it, made in an attempt to bridge the gap between the kid-based framework of the Pokemon franchise and the demand for greater realism and complexity from adults that have grown up with the Pokemon world and wish to remain a part of it into the future. This encyclopedia is the work of a single individual, however, and therefore some bias is present despite the painstaking scientific research that has been undertaken to complete this exhaustive encyclopedia. Readers wishing to fully enjoy the work presented here should thus be aware of the following disclaimers in case they find the presented material questionable or lacking something of interest.
1: The rights of Pokemon and all associated parts of the franchise belong to GAME FREAK inc.
2: All data not taken from official GAME FREAK Inc. sources is the intellectual property of the author, Professor
Fur alle Ewigkeit, Motherfucker Emerson returned to the location in zone one that he had been at the night before, standing in the corridor with his gaze focused on the door he knew Snow had been frozen to.
“Massacre Madness! Tristan Marshall Day! I have come to finish what I started three days ago and will reclaim the one you have stolen from me!” His eye began to twitch slightly as he scowled, “COME OUT HERE SO I CAN EVEN UP THE PRETTY FACE OF YOURS!”
There was complete silence, which was soon broken by the faint sounds of familiar cracking. Frost and ice crawled slowly across the walls towards Emerson from each sides of the corridor; icicles slowly jutted down from the ceiling, followed by the sounds of metal clanking.
“I do not think that is wise,” Snow said softly, stepping out from the darkness opposite to the door he was in the previous night. His cold, dead eye
Death Battle Arena: Godzilla
DEATH BATTLE ARENA
Age: Over 65 million years
Race: Mutated Godzillasaurus
Title: The King of Monsters
Bio: Deep in the depths of the ocean, an ancient beast lay dormant. Then its peace was disrupted by the testing of atomic weapons and it burst from the shorelines of Japan. It was known to them as “Gojira”, and to Americans as “Godzilla”. Wherever the beast goes, destruction is sure to follow. Many a man made machine, ancient beast, alien creature, and advanced cyborg have joined the buildings and corpses that Godzilla has left in his path of destruction. Yet at the same time, he is simultaneously a destroyer and a protector of Earth.
How to reach…
Godzilla is a boss character that can only be reached by defeating Arcade Mode on the “HARD” difficulty setting. The conditions are that the player must not use a Continue and perform at least th
I Cared More Than You Thought (Dan's Backstory)Dan followed Katharine through the dense forest, following the path they took everyday to the mines. He looked around at the scenery surrounding them which included a variety of tall trees, bushy plants, and tall grass. His nine-year-old mind was captivated with nature and creatures.
However, he was not very fond of deer or bunnies or dogs. He rather found happiness from the opposite.
Dan kneeled down as a small, green snake slithered out from a patch of rocks. Swiftly, he picked it up and held the serpent near the head so it could not turn and bite him.
"Hi there..." he said as he stood up. "I'm Daniel." he smiled.
The snake squirmed a bit, and Dan watched it.
He was very fond of the cold-blooded. Reptiles were his favorite animals. He was teased for it back at the camp, but he didn't mind. He captured lizards and snakes whenever he wanted, and he hid them from their leader.
"Daniel!" Katharine screamed and stormed over to him. "Do you want us to get another penalty!?" she snapp
Vukar Sub-Species: Montana steppe
This sub-species is available for anyone to make after completing the application process.
Scientific name: Homo luveceranisus veloxpedes
Average Weight: 5,500-6,200 lb.
Average Height: 5-6.5 ft.
Coat Colors: Most commonly come in colors seen in popular dog breeds (especially border collies) but may come in other colors and patterns as well.
Litter Size: 1-5 pups
Place of Origin: Montana
Vocalizations: They are more prone to canine vocalizations and may howl more often than other sub-species. They will still whoop in place of howling, however.
Montana steppe vukar were the first sub-species created after the colossi. Highly versatile and extremely work oriented, the steppes were the most popular sub-species of all the vukar. In captivity, steppes were the most
Dan helped Aleks take his steps towards Luna's child, Gary. She was helping him as well, for both toddlers had just started to take their first few steps. Aleks hiccuped as he reached Gary, and Gary fluttered his wings before leaning forward in the lost of balance. Gary flailed his arms and hit Aleks, causing both of them to fall back.
Aleks was the first to start crying.
Dan stared at him and sighed. "What a drama queen..." he chuckled. Icee came to his side and smiled.
Gary stared at Aleks before staring at the ground and plucking a daisy. He held it out to the wailing toddler.
Aleks continued crying before looking at the flower. He sniffled and took it before nibbling on it, quieting down. Gary smiled and clapped his hands before fluttering his wings.
HoD Sky smiled at them. "At least they're getting along..." he said.
Luna nodded. "They're so cute together." she agreed.
Aleks continued chewing on the flower before putting his hand on Gary's face. Gary flai
Reference: Mr. BrownName: Mr. Brown
Physical Description: A 3ft tall stuffed animal in the shape of a anthropomorphic brown rabbit. The right side of his face is missing (Starting from the center of the top of his head and going down diagonally to the cheek bone). It's been sewn up, but some jagged patches stick up. Brown is also missing his right forearm, though it's been replaced with a meat cleaver (He sewed his cloth around the hilt). His left arm doesn't have a hand (He just wasn't made that way) but he can cause it to fold inwards thus allowing him to grab objects. Mr. Brown also has a zipper that goes from his neck to the bottom of his torso. He keeps his sewing kit in there.
Chosen by: The Book
Gift description: A normal magical page from a universe manipulating book :/
Personality: Mr. Brown seems like a fairly happy person who always looks at the bright side of things. He does things at his own pace and prefers not to take anything too seriously. This rabbit also tends to talk, a lot. His
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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