Put art here at the top if you want, maybe put a little character quote under it if you feel like.

Name: What people call you. If this is unpronounceable/can only be typed with the CTRL or ALT keys, please include a shortened form.

Epithets: Titles, Sobriquets, Monikers, Nicknames, Aliases, etc. Go nuts.

Age: Time flows at different speeds between planes. How old are you on your home plane?

Home-Plane: Speaking of your home plane, where/what is it? Give me a description of what is unique about the world-shard that you are from, what sets it apart from the others and has contributed to making you the nightmare you are today. This place should have been conquered as part of your backstory, so if you wanted to describe the current status of your estate, this would be the place to do it.

Description: This is a joint section for both appearance and demeanor. I think it's safe to assume we're all evil bastards, and this isn't quite the right RP for a lot of navel-gazing about how mommy didn't love you, so we're keeping the personality descriptions short and sweet. Describe your character, getting across the features of their appearance and persona that you feel are relevant.

Backstory: Let me be crystal clear: I do not want pages of backstory here. Keep it short, sweet, and stick to three main points. 1. Who are you? 2. Why are you a villain? 3. How did you become an Archon? For the last question, generally speaking characters become Archons when they acquire a Shard of Chaos, typically somewhere along the course of them conquering their home plane. Shards are a bit like The One Ring in that they "want" to be found, so your tale of conquest does not necessarily have to include seeking the Shard out; one could easily happen upon one in the course of normal supervillainy.

Shard: Okay, now tell us about your Shard of Chaos. Remember that this is basically a phylactery containing a measure of the trapped power of Chaos. It is a physical object, each one unique to the plane it manifested on, and should in some way be thematic to your plane or character. They were formed when Creation was shattered, but can change shape so they could be a piece of "modern" technology, and it is rarely obvious what these truly are. Your Shard could bestow you with some kind of power, or it could be a cute accessory, but the feature they all have in common is that they are a direct link to Chaos itself and can hearthstone you back to Gladius, the interdimensional HQ of the Legion of Chaos.

Powers: Finally, this is where you can get into all of your powers, abilities, skills, magic, gadgets, talents, parlor tricks, and so on that make your character the terrifying force for evil that they are. Just give me the broad strokes, I don't want a spell list.

Assets: Soldiers, spells, weapons, artifacts, equipment, vehicles, buildings, organizations, and anything else that is a significant enough part of your forces and holdings that they deserve recognition on your CS. You can also drop in a mini-CS for anything you feel deserves it.


Gladius: This is your personal wing of Gladius, the physical manifestation of Chaos used as an invasion spearhead/FOB by the Legion of Chaos. Detail here the specifications to which you have designed your shard of Gladius. Remember that it's larger on the inside, but is only large enough to accomodate and support a single large-ish unit. Less than a thousand people, let's say.

Theme: Just for fun, include some musical links! Possible ideas: intro theme, battle theme, power-up theme, victory theme, etc.

Misc: Anything else you feel like sharing not covered by the above.

Name: Lykos Daedalion

Epithets: Ulysses the Fool, Death's Jester, the Shadowprince, the Mouth of Chaos

Age: 36

Home-Plane: Hellen: A cold and windy archipelago, with storm-carved coasts that rise above a violent sea. For thousands of years these great islands have been embroiled in the bitter feuds between their kings and other noble lords. Great fleets and armies are launched from kingdom against kingdom, much innocent blood is spilled, and their grudges grow ever deeper and darker. Since becoming the Shadowprince, the various united city-states have been marshaling their armies and fleets to carry on the conquest of Chaos.

Description: To most the persona that Lykos projects is that of Ulysses the Fool, though this identity has changed since his days spent masquerading as a court jester. Ulysses comes across as a babbling madman, completely deranged, what little wits he ever had replaced with the mind-shattering presence of Chaos. While he can use illusions to transfigure his appearance, his usual motley garb is a mishmash of metal, leather, and flamboyant silk. This is all of course an elaborate mask, as his true nature is that of a ice-cold killer. The madness of Chaos keeps his cold and dark psyche company as he slowly plans and executes the Darklight's return.

Backstory: Lykos Daedalion was born as the fifth son to a great king of Hellen, but when he was still an infant, his parents and all of his brothers were slain by assassins. Lykos himself was spirited away to live with relatives, but they were bribed by the king's usurpers into giving the child up to them. In secret, they switched Lykos with a pauper's baby, and offered up the other child to be killed. Lykos grew up destitute, and had to steal-- and later, kill-- to survive.

Lykos eventually fell in with a band of outlaws and mercenaries who made their living raiding Hellenine cities and pirating their ships. This simple life of theft and murder came to an end when his gang were killed on contract by a cabal of secretive assassins. Lykos himself managed to fight off the assassin sent to kill him, and having slain his assassin, he was taken in by the others. There he trained in their hidden arts of magic and combat, and quickly proved to be one of the most powerful among their number. This was also where he assumed the persona of Ulysses, as he often favored disguising himself as a jester or entertainer when contacted to kill nobility.

As he reached the height of his power and prowess, Lykos went into business for himself. He put into an action a slow and methodical plan to murder his way through the noble family that had his own extinguished, and eventually slew the usurper king himself. This was when he found out that the king's scepter had been a Shard of Chaos, and the Anti-Creation chose Lykos as the first Archon of its return. Normally not one for armies or politics, Chaos convinced Lykos to begin the conquest of Hellen, which he utilized a series of illusions and puppet rulers to do so, eventually consolidating all of the island kingdoms under his shadowy rule.

Shard: The shard in his possession is the Darklight Scepter, formerly part of the regalia of his father, a Hellenine king. It resembles a golden staff with an orb of light on one end, and a matching orb of darkness on the other. Lykos claims that the Scepter is the first and most powerful of the Shards of Chaos, giving him a uniquely intimate relationship with Chaos, but this is unconfirmable and spurious at best. However, the Scepter verifiably gives Lykos a portion of the power of Chaos over what is real and unreal.

Powers: Lykos is the ultimate assassin, trained since a young age in the arts of stealth, subterfuge, sabotage, and silent death. His skills extend to nearly any killing implement that has ever been invented, as well as poisons and toxins, and some other, miscellaneous tools. He knows a variety of potent and forbidden magics, not only for taking lives, but also for tricking the eye and confusing the mind. As part of his jester disguise, he also knows a variety of jokes, puns, stories, limericks, offensive stereotypes, and can juggle.

Assets: Ulysses is an assassin, rather than a king or a general and so he delegates most of the resources of Hellen to his puppet-kings. More close at hand, he keeps a veritable armory of weapons and other lethal tools, and maintains a stable of hand-picked assassins that he uses to extend the reach of Chaos.


Gladius: Uniquely, as the first Archon and the Mouth of Chaos, the wing of Gladius forged by Lykos is the Heart of Chaos at the core of Gladius. Nominally accommodating The Fool's armory and handful of subordinates, most of the Heart of Chaos is made up of the eponymous Heart, the true face of Chaos bleeding into the reality of Creation. This is kept within a central vault that only opens when Chaos wishes to dictate new orders to its followers.

Theme: Intro Theme

Misc: Considering breaking down this CS with more hiders! What do you think?

Name: Matteo Baresi

Epithets: Maestro of Science (Former), Empire of One, World Eater

Age: 300ish

Home-Plane: The Centori Nebula. A plane of logic and reason, defined by its observable laws and populated by people who wish to study and understand these laws; in other words, it is a plane utterly devoid of magic, the supernatural and mysticism. There are no ancient gods, no greater powers, no deep magics; just science and those who pursue it.

It is large and sparsely populated; great expanses of empty space interrupted occasionally by a pinprick of light or a mote of celestial dust. Some of these motes host life forms, both complex and simple, along with all of their works; fewer motes now than there once were, ever since Matteo started his search.

Description: Matteo has always had a fairly unassuming look about him. He is of average height for a male of his age, with a build that is unremarkable; he has black hair and brown eyes, both fairly common traits and is decently attractive, but certainly not enough to turn heads. In terms of clothing he tends to dress smartly but not extravagantly and nothing about his clothing or his accessories particularly make him stand out, aside from his lab coat. Were it not for his genius, people likely wouldn’t have paid any attention to him at all.

His personality is similarly bland; polite when he needs to be, friendly when he wants to be. Matteo is the type of person who no one particularly dislikes; able to navigate social situations well enough to at least leave a positive is forgettable impression on people. However, that is about as deep as he gets; though no one dislikes him, no one particularly likes him either. In fact, if asked most people would struggle to really say anything about Matteo at all beyond “he’s nice” or “he’s friendly”. When speaking to people he always asks about them, prompts them to carry the conversation, but never reveals anything about himself. He’s like that with everyone, no matter who they are or how they treat him or what their reputation is, conversations with him are always the same; eerily similar and deceptively shallow.

Like he’s just following a script, or like he sees everyone as being indistinguishable from each other.

Backstory: In a civilisation where logic and the pursuit of knowledge and understanding are regarded above all else, those professions that put you at the forefront of discovery and exploration are the most revered and coveted. From the days where explorers and sailors would chart the unknown parts of the world, to the age of space exploration when people would charts the stars themselves. From chemists discovering and naming new elements, to scientists testing the limits of universal forces and seeing how far they’ll bend. All are respected for their noble endeavours.

Once, Matteo was respected as such; a scientist and an inventor working alongside dozens of others in a laboratory owned and run by one of the largest corporations in one of the most prosperous nations. At first that’s all he was, a single mind among many, but it didn’t take long for his genius to be recognised and for his exceptional work to be noticed. He was plucked from among the many and given the opportunity to prove himself, which he did. Again and again. His inventions dazzled, his discoveries awed and he himself was revered as a savant. Before too long, his was a household name and Matteo was lauded as the man who would usher in a new age of prosperity, not just for his nation but for the whole world.

The Maestro of Science.

But for Matteo such attention was… inconvenient.

The money and resources his station granted him were appreciated, even necessary for the kind of research he wanted to undertake, but the demands on his attention were not. Everyone wanted to speak with him, everyone wanted to know what he was working on, everyone had priorities that they wanted him to focus on. Scientists working on supposedly important projects would require his assistance, generals would ask him to waste time designing weapons in the interests of national security, politicians would burden him with completing vanity projects they could take credit for and Matteo could find a singular moment to himself on which to focus on what was truly important.

They had to go.

All of these… obstacles, in his path. These people who would call him a genius and then question how he chose to devote his time. These inconsequential things who scurried about underfoot and got in his way. Do they not understand what he trying to accomplish? Do they not realise that every insipid invention he ever made was just a by-product of his true work? Every discovery merely a single step towards the final and not the huge breakthroughs they thought they were?

They had to go.

Destroying his world was surprisingly easy. He had been asked to create weapons and that was what he did, though far beyond their expectations. They were unprepared for his sudden aggressive attack, striking at them with weapons they had denied themselves out of fear and with technology far beyond what any nation or army on his world was capable of. Cities fell, one after another. Whole countries were consumed, depleted of resources and used to feed his conquest. In almost no time at all, Matteo had silenced his world and gotten rid of all of the obstacles in his path.

Then, he turned his attention to the stars.

 
Shard: A curious thing, this Shard. It is plain in appearance, little more than an orb small enough to fit in the palm of one’s hand, but Matteo cannot for the life of him begin to determine its material make-up nor its origin. Unlike almost everything else that has crossed his path, it cannot be broken down by his Nano machines and any attempt to discern its age inform him that it is as old as the known universe. In fact, Matteo has the strangest feeling that it is exactly as old as the known universe.

But the most curious thing of all is the fact that it seems to be emanating a kind of signal. A type of energy signature quite unlike anything else he had come across. A signal which, somehow, seems to be leading him… he hardly has the words to describe it, but, through the universe to something beyond it.

This requires further study.

Powers:
Nano machines – Miniscule drones, barely large enough for the eye to see, programmed to be capable of following commands, break down matter and construct almost anything the controller can imagine, including other Nano machines. There initial creation was met with much enthusiasm, but early applications made it clear how easily such technology could be used for destructive means and their construction and use where heavily restricted; built in lifespans of only a few hours, the inability to replicate and a mandatory weakness to electro-magnetic fields were all instituted. Such weaknesses are not present in the machines that Matteo developed for his own purposes, as evidenced by their ability to quickly subjugate entire cities in hours. The only defence his world had against Nano machines was other Nano machines, but their neutered versions were no match for his own.

Longevity – For a long time, it was believed that if mankind ever managed to escape the chains of death it would be through transhumanism; unlocking the ability to digitise the soul, or replace the person with the machine without sacrificing the self. However Matteo found another way, one less fraught with controversy and discussions on the nature of humanity. Through the use of specialised Nano machines he is able to prevent the cellular breakdown that comes with old age, the process by which the cells naturally produced by the body to replace themselves have shorter and shorter lifespans over time; he put a stop to the slow deterioration that comes with growing old. Entropy, defeated. Because of this, Matteo is as young now as he was when he first made the discovery; he is somewhere in his late twenties and has been for around 300 years. This same discovery also keeps him healthy, free of disease and toxins and allows him to heal from injuries, so long as they are not fatal, rapidly. Eternal youth. Immortality, of a sort.

Folding space – The ability to make space smaller or larger, either compressing it in on itself, effectively shortening the distance between two space, or expanding it, to make something “larger on the inside than it looks on the outside” as one once succinctly put it. Though in this case the thing that is “larger on the inside” can just be a random spot of open air; it does not need to be an enclosed space. Arguably Matteo’s greatest invention; the ability to warp the dimensions of space itself. It was this discovery that allowed him to finally make a start on his plans to quantify the known universe, the capacity to compress space allowing him to make even the distance between stars something that can be crossed in a single step, while the ability to expand space allowed him to bring as much equipment with him as he deemed appropriate. Or at least enough Nano machines to make whatever he didn’t foresee needing.

Assets: For the purposes or warfare, Matteo’s Nano machines are often enough by themselves and a standing army is not necessary. He technically still possesses the resources of the armies who stood in his way, but with no one to use them and being inferior to his swarm regardless, he does not use them.

For the purposes of research and furthering his goals, Matteo has constructed laboratories, research centres and manufacturing plants on most of the planets he has conquered; the latter are used to supply the former as well as create more Nano machines, while the former allow him to delegate some of his work to the former citizens of his subjugated worlds. Ideally he would perform all research himself, but unfortunately he is just one man. Would that he could clone himself, but even he realised that would be a disastrous idea.

For the purposes of exploration, Matteo had constructed great fleets of ships capable of interstellar travel. Despite the claims of him being to step between worlds with his technology, the reality is more mundane; he needs ships, vessels filled with Nano machines, supplies and materials to move between worlds, though his technology to fold space means he can effectively travel at faster than light speeds to do so. These ships range from simple empty shells filled with whatever inorganic matter he needs to move from point A to point B, to fully furnished mobile research labs complete with living quarters for hundreds, if not thousands of people. Then there are, of course, the warships; huge dreadnaughts and battleships, swift cruisers and sleek corsairs, all supported by swarms of fighter craft harkening back to a time when humanity was sailing the seas and not the stars and the largest vessels they could construct were those meant to float on water. Nano machines are ill suited to space warfare due to the distances involved, so Matteo must rely on more archaic weaponry instead; mass-based weaponry firing solid projectiles or explosives through the use of electromagnetism or burning fuel. Energy based weapons are too power hungry to be efficient and Matteo has yet to dedicate time to solving that problem; there’s no reason to, when he has enough resources at his disposal to simply drown any resistance in fire and metal.

Gladius: Matteo’s wing of Gladius has, to be expected, been turned into a research lab. However, he is not simply using the space to house another facility studying the minutiae of his own plane; no, this facility is dedicated to studying the nature of Gladius itself. It was a surprise when Matteo discovered that there was someone else who had achieved the feat of expanding space beyond its natural capacity, to make it “larger on the inside than on the outside”, but he has yet to determine how or why.

How interesting.

Name: Piety
Epithets: Saint of Vvardgard, World Redeemer, First Penitent, Slayer of Reckoning.

Age: 28 biologically, 389 chronologically.

Home-Plane: As far as the scions of chaos go, this world changed very little as Piety took it over. It started as a classic and diverse terrestrial planet, and it remained a classic and diverse terrestrial planet, with significantly more humidity and marshlands in question. This allowed the planet-wide cultivation of rice and widespread diseases whipping the populace into repentant fervor, and strengthening their resistance to the diseases. The labor-intensive process of rice cultivation is an impulse for paternalistic and totalitarian culture. In contrast, common diseases render the populace highly immune to pathogens, and likely to come out on top of any equivalent of Columbian Exchange. Indeed, pain is power, regret is fuel, and hell is full: The last thing you want is its denizens breaking loose. With the planet's core being cold, hell supplies the heat necessary for life in its stead.

Description: Piety once swore to mask her face, and wear very little clothing until forgiveness was granted. Once it was, she got some clothes: Saintly robes jam-packed with symbols of her faith and red seals. But she never bothered taking off her headwear, covering all her face. She can see through magic much better anyways. If she showed her face, it'd be a perfectly average, slim face with a small chin and large pointy ears.
Her story rendered her a hard-boiled, stoic beyond imagination: She never displays emotions like anger or wrath. Deeds, not words, express her wroth: Assuming she even feels emotions anymore. Those who know her, say she doesn't, and that she approaches everything in rational terms... at least as far as truly brutal justice is concerned. She has an utterly cynical view of people, especially those beyond her control: What a man can do is what a man will do unless he takes penance like she once has that is...

Backstory: Piety's real name is lost to time. She rose to prominence when the Reckoning happened: Her racial supremacist elven civilization of elves, have neglected the worship of their Creator: Atheism and extreme debauchery, alongside brutal exploitation of slaves of other races, ran rampant. The Reckoning involved turning the slave races into rabid monsters empowered by baleful energies, turning on their masters, and snuffing out their civilization. When most elves fought each other, a few begged the Creator for forgiveness and sought penance: Piety most prominent among them. Tired of her people bickering and enslaving each other to cope with the loss of lesser races, she oversaw not only war on the Reckoning, but brutal subjugation of Elves into what was best described as her cult: An insane posse of penitents turned a cult, turned a nation just as cruel as these elves ever were, but no longer decadent. Piety claimed to hear voice of the Creator: First commanding her to take charge, then telling her the monsters of the Reckoning were concatenating, and that her final trial for forgiveness of the Elves was to obtain a Shard of Chaos that He left for her, and use it to destroy the Reckoning. Long story short, she did just that. The Creator, however, changed his mind. Those beyond Piety's control were sinking further into cruel decadence. So, releasing Piety from her oaths, He admonished her race, claiming that without iron-fisted control, they'd fall for decadence again, and commanded Piety to ensure they never would. With the baleful powers of Chaos, she bent the very magical system of her world to her will, and established a divine empire, whipped by guilt over the sins of an entire race: with Piety as its deity, as the Creator would leave them forever, which had a profound impact on Piety herself, who hoped for redemption the most. All that was left is to do as she was told: Make others repent for their rotten natures, until the Creator, whoever He really is, finally meets her again. By then, she's set to be her peer, not her servant. For she remembers why exactly her people grew decadent. His presence faded. She will not make the same mistake.

Shard: It's one of many seals adorning Piety's clothes... only this one is fused with Piety's left collarbone. The seals, essentially rosettes with incantations tacked on, represent major penances committed by individuals wearing them. The seal will be left in a chest or at home if penance is ordinary. If it is major, you may wear it. If it is extraordinary, you may fuse it with any of your bones: The most painful and prestigious acknowledgment. Piety's rosette attunes her power to Chaos, allowing her to seamlessly convert it to her world's native magic and vice versa, granting her substantial reserves of magical energy.

Powers: Piety is essentially a god, all-knowing and practically all-powerful in the home realm. Outside, she can call upon Chaos to evoke versatile energies, manipulating gravity, air, fire, lightning, and water. But her greatest weapon is her holy energies. They can be summoned directly from her realm, and be impressive, but their greatest power is when they're empowered by prayer. That energy can be used to smash anything undead or demonic or be seamlessly converted into thermal or physical energy. Who wants a faith-powered steam engine? Even stranded in a fully faithless realm, Piety boasts superhuman strength and endurance, as well as inner instinct of how magic works.

Assets:

Soldiers: Every soldier of Piety is a dark-skinned Elf who's been forged in a warm embrace of guilt, painful penance, and magics fuelled by them, elevating their mind and body, making them nearly invulnerable to pain, temptation, and suppression. Their survival instincts work, and their strength grows as they take damage. They can be trained with various melee and ranged weapons from most eras. Indeed, Piety suited her military to be adaptable to any plane it operates on. It is also adept in construction and engineering, capable of slowly erecting means of making sophisticated war supplies.

The cultists: Those within the invaded plane who accept Piety's teachings are divided by fighters: Irregulars who fight fervently and assist the professional forces and civilians, who contribute prayer to fuel the magical powers of Piety's cult and labor.

The Reckoning lives on: A shattered and crippled magical force, entirely subdued to Piety's will. She can use it to transform and subjugate almost any lifeform, sentient or otherwise. Dogs become baleful war hounds; lizards become flying drakes, and humans become rabid zombies. It's crucial to subverting and utilizing the local environment against the targets. Piety's biggest magical boon is her ability to convert magical energies generated from worship and pain into any energy in existence. Such magics can be stored in rosettes, seals, and other objects, and made to activate on a simple condition, usually to shield the wielder from harm.

Order of Ceased Memory: Dedicated to every act of forgiveness ever committed by Piety, The Order harbors exceptional individuals capable of retaining their cognition in the face of Piety's transformative magics and the Reckoning energies. They harness various magics and corruptive powers to strengthen themselves and cripple the enemy's bodies, hearts, and minds. Wearing huge coned helmets, thorned crowns, and masks, they are Piety's special forces. Their bodies are enlarged, monstrously agile, strong as chimpanzees, and quite literally know no fear.

Inquisition: The witch-hunters, once mere secret police enforcing Piety's dogma upon her priesthood and people, takes on an added purpose within invaded realms as paranormal investigators, meant to research magical and supernatural powers, and bend them to Piety's will, or purge them if no other solution is there. Their agents are versatile experts on all things magical.

The Noosphere: An all-consuming network within Piety's home plane, which holds complete power over everyone's mind, it allows Piety to transmit information (or influences like guilt, shame, fear, joy, and motivation) directly into anyone in her plane. Some time ago, Piety realized she could also transmit pure information with it, and fish out ideas of the wandering minds among her people. Such a direct way of communicating discoveries has ensured a breakneck speed in technological advancement.
The Noosphere can be erected in any plane Piety holds influence over with significant effort. Its influence would then be far from universal (scaled to the fervor of her followers and their quantity, it'd persist on prayers), and be only capable of rudimentary emotion transfer and most straightforward concepts, at least initially. It is at its best as a means of spreading Piety's faith, in which she's the central deity, dispensing judgement and absolution.

Artifacts: As already mentioned, Piety and her people are well-versed in creating magical artifacts, always in form of religiously-relevant jewelry. They can be wards, databanks (as seen with Sith Holocrons) and curse-based traps.

Gladius:
A good-looking Spanish-style cathedral on the outside, Piety's gladius is a single building, internally multi-storied, good enough to host a cohort of soldiers and civilian experts. There, Piety hosts her rosaries and seals that allow her for doing command and control over distant planes, as well as choirs of faithful to power them, but her throne in front of the cathedral's altar in its majestic end is usually empty: Piety prefers to lead from the front.

Theme: The ambience of Piety's realm. Also serves as her calm theme: https://youtu.be/26RHtrCXiSw
You know how in total war music changes when your units move for first time? This is her theme for that https://youtu.be/8UaQ251kgEM
https://youtu.be/V8kdtxPvCCE And so we depart from Blasphemous OST. Full scale engagement with Piety's forces is every bit as vicious as the worst world wars.

Misc: She managed to weave the faithful thoughts into the noosphere of her realm, and with unstable and hard work, she can either invade the existing thought networks with them or create her own, in other realms.

Name: Salem Vicarious
Epithets: The Lord of Lost Things, Teracore's Magnum Opus

Age: 555 years old

Teracore:
Description:
Backstory:
The Omnicodex:
Powers:

• Telekinesis - Salem behaves like a poltergeist on steroids. Able to constantly spread gaseous ether, and with more than enough complex codex to control it all, Salem's preferred method of fighting is essentially an 'endless yeet', where anything and everything can be a projectile.
• Trick Weapons - As an evil toy, every part of Salem's doll body incorporates some hidden weapon or gadget: arm blades, finger guns, you name it. These parts can also separate and be telekinetically moved around, allowing Salem to attack from multiple angles, making it much harder to dodge and avoid his attacks.
• The Toy Chest - Salem often rides on or carries an oversized coffin that contains replacement parts for his bodies, as well as various different specialized weapons, allowing him versatility and a way to deal with unusual situations.
• Teracore Spells - Teracore is, at its heart, a magical world, though it is covered by a veneer of science and technology. Ether can be used as fuel to cast spells, and Teracore spells often have the hint of science, so their 'elements' are usually ones that more closely align with scientific fundamental forces, air becomes sound and electricity, fire becomes heat, light, and explosions, earth becomes gravity, and water becomes cold. Salem is adept at all these and will resort to them if just throwing shit doesn't cut it.
• Amalgam - Salem's body is modular, and once he's decided to drop the cutesy facade, he can keep adding additional doll parts and other machinery to keep growing his body into a large, grotesque, body horror creation, seemingly without limit. The monstrous "final form".

Assets:

• Factory World - Salem has converted Teracore into a factory world that constantly produces mechanical soldiers, replacement body parts, ether-based weapons, and whatever else might be needed.
• Toy Soldiers - Teracore is policed by a massive force of robotic mannequins and toy-like creations. The weakest among them are just slightly stronger than the average human. However, the soldiers follow a protocol of self-improvement, and are always seeking to scavenge for parts to add to their own bodies, while competing with each other to rise through the ranks in a simulated 'mechanical evolution'. So no two soldiers are alike, each sporting their own 'optimized' combination of different abilities.

The City of Lost Things:
Themes:
Misc:

• Salem's faceclaim is Souseiseki from the anime/manga Rozen Maiden.