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Titans of Gotham

The Lab Rat who Became a Gym Rat

🎶Man in the Mask🎶

Secret ID: Oscar Nash

Alias: Monolith

Age: 17

Home Location: Gotham

Powers:
Tank with Legs: Oscar's body is made of muscle dozens of times more dense than what any human can naturally achieve, giving him enough strength to outshine a hundred venom-boosted street thugs. With one arm, he could easily lift an object weighing over five tons above his head and throw it far enough to hit something a hundred feet away. Thanks to this, Oscar's body is also highly resistant to extreme force, meaning he could take a punch to the face from Bane himself and walk away with an intact face, or fall from a skyscraper without breaking a single bone.

Weaknesses:
Heaviest Person Alive: Being strong enough to make people think you're the second coming of Superman isn't always as glorious as people think. The big difference between Monolith and someone like Superman is that he can't fly, or even attempt to. Due to his near-impossible muscle density, he weighs more than a semi-truck, which prevents him from flinging himself into the air with a well-executed jump. This also means that any situation requiring someone to swim freely through water is one where Monolith is completely useless. Unless particularly powerful magic is involved, Monolith will sink in open water like a navy battleship's anchor. Fragile ice over a frozen lake would give way the moment he stepped on it, and anyone within a hundred feet of Oscar could feel if he lands on the ground from somewhere high up.

One Trick Metahuman: Despite having near-unmatched endurance, Monolith's power to tank damage works like a shield. It's impact resistant and will stop things that make him bleed to a much greater extent than most people could handle, but all that toughness does nothing to stop him from being poisoned, burned by fire and chemicals, electrocuted or even drugged. A .50 caliber bullet would be stopped dead between his ribs before it hit something vital, but a single whiff of Scarecrow toxin would drop him like a hat.

Equipment:

• Body armor with a medieval theme. Including crenellated shoulders, convex knee guards, insulated boots and a helmet styled after a knight.
• Team communication device

Appearance: As Monolith, Oscar resembles a walking fortress, decked out in highly durable combat armor from head to toe. As just a normal kid, he clocks in at a solid 6'3", with slightly messy hair and a lot of visible scars. He tends to wear practical things like boots and big bomber jackets... Mostly because those are the only things that actually fit.

Personality: Stoic, determined, intelligent, kind, tired.

Brief Bio: Once upon a time, there was something called Project Avalon. It was an initiative to augment the metagenes of certain individuals well beyond their conceived potential. Project Avalon was carried out in secret, far underneath the surface of Gotham in underground labs. There was only one known test subject to survive the original administering of the chemical agent they used. He was given the designation M1. Subject M1 was meant to be an enforcer for an international shadow entity that deal in black market businesses and superhuman politics, who simply invested in Project Avalon out of mutual benefit. For as long as he could remember, he was trained in close-quarters combat and intelligence management, while chemicals were used to constantly boost his physical superpowers beyond their limits.

Eventually, the manager of Project Avalon wanted to do "field tests," so Subject M1 was sent out to criminal dealings to take out their benefactor's competition. Entire gangs of criminals were laid waste to, but innocents occasionally got caught in the crossfire. Sometimes it was just a back-alley gun deal in Gotham, sometimes it was a suit-and-tie negotiation in another country, but it was all a blur to M1, until a mission in Biyalia, where M1 was dispatched to destroy a lab conducting similar research. It was here that he murdered innocent civilians and levelled an entire building. The incident stirred something in him, and once he was extracted, subject M1 began questioning things.

One month after that mission, Gotham experienced an earthquake. The city rumbled as if a meteor shower had rained down, but there was no sign of trouble beyond broken windows and disturbed cars. Far underground, though, the vast facilities of Project Avalon were reduced to rubble in a fit of rage. Subject M1, destroyed everything, and left no survivors. He went into hiding, and started calling himself Monolith as he spent the next two years using his strength for something more productive: Hurting the criminals he was sent after because they were criminals, and for no other reason. It took another two years for Oracle to find the veritable giant mid-fight, and offer him a place on a team.

Sample Post

Another cold night in Gotham. Nothing he wasn't used to.

Monolith stared down at the Venom transport operation from atop a skyscraper. Nothing more than street-level thugs shipping crates of that poison to other thugs and the occasional metahuman criminal. He almost felt disappointed, but then again, he felt disappointed every time he came across something like this. Looking around, Monolith couldn't see any of them acting overly aggressive. In fact, he couldn't even see anyone who stood out as an enforcer. They seemed to be running somewhat independently, which meant they were trying to strike out on their own, or their boss trusted them enough to handle it. The latter was least likely, but presented a greater risk that they'd be competent in a fight.

This high up, Monolith couldn't hear anything the criminals were saying, but he could tell by their body language that they were in a hurry. A small detail, but one that implied they had somewhere to be. He couldn't outrun a van, so the prospect of catching two birds with one stone had to be pursued the hard way. Monolith stepped towards the ledge, and dropped down, back into the city below. Gotham had been near dead-silent for hours, when a sound like an explosion woke up every sleeping citizen for miles. The ground shattered between the transport and their way out, scaring most of the thugs out of their skin, and knocking all of them off their feet. Crates of Venom were dropped, and spilled open. Monolith trudged forward, unbothered by the meteoric landing, and the ground beneath him quaked as he passed.

"Surrender, and I'll go easy on all of you."

But they didn't listen, they never did.

One of them pulled out a handgun, and fired several shots directly at Monolith's face. The bullets crumpled and fell down as if they had hit solid concrete. Monolith looked at the shooter with a mix of disappointment and thinning patience. A few of them broke and scattered like flies.

"I'll say it one more time. Surrender, and-"

"That won't be necessary."

A large, floating drone descended before him, hovering silently as a camera adjusted to look at him behind the motorcycle helmet he used to hide his face.

"You've been causing a lot of commotion lately. GCPD owes a lot of its criminals getting caught to you recently."

Monolith looked down at the drone, and back at the criminals trying to pile into the van. He lunged forward and slammed a shoulder into its engine, causing it to fold like a lawn chair. Oil and other fluids leaked out.

"Who are you?" He asked the drone.

"You can call me Oracle. I've been looking for you for a while now, Monolith. I need your help, we need your help."

The van started smoking. "We?"

"Me, and a few other like-minded individuals who have an edge like yours. I think you'll like them, but your... skills could help us take back this city. The drone can lead you to where we meet, if you're interested."

"Alright, I'll follow it. But if this is a trap, you'll regret it."

Oracle's drone led Monolith away from the scene, and the remaining thugs scattered just before the van exploded, destroying all the nearby venom patches in a fiery blaze that kept the city awake for a few hours.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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Jack Hawthorne

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Location: Edge of the Twilight Pass, Everdark Dimension -> Limbo
Skills: N/A
Spells: Weightless Body
Outfit

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Three in the morning, relative to the Pass' outgoing rift.

Jack checked the magic watch he always carried with him. It always told the time in California's time zone perfectly. And yet, time still always got the better of him in the Everdark. He stared out the window of his kitchen, into the ethereal kaleidoscope of dark rocks and onyx-colored grass that bled into greenery. It was like the entrance to a cave, rough and irregular in shape, but the precipice between two different worlds. The Twilight Pass was an area of this constantly-shifting realm that spilled into Earth-666, just one of trillions to be found and folded outwards like paper to become a proper gateway. Moss crept up shards of black, glassy crystals that grew out of geological structures beneath grass. Patches of soil, which felt like ash from a furnace and smelled of ink, sprouted colorful flowers that thrived off of the faint trails of mist and sunlight that leaked in. They curled up and out the sides of pale stones in a walkway, stretching towards the rift like they yearned for home.

Beautiful, cognitive dissonance made manifest.

There was no sunrise in the Everdark, no moon to watch creep up and over the ominous mountains surrounding this home of his. The sky simply didn't even exist, in the same way a color one could only see in dreams didn't exist. Even still, Jack knew how to tell when it was past midnight. The sun rose over California roughly 15 hours ago, at 6am. At that point the rift was dark. When the sun set through the rift, it was actually a few hours from morning. If Jack went through an hour or two after that point, it would be mid-day. Of course, he had his watch for that exact purpose, but spending as long as he had in here burned that fact into his head years ago.

The strange thing about living in the middle of two time dilations, though, was that one's body often compensated for both. To Jack, dinner was the same as breakfast. And breakfast was right about now. Jack closed the window and turned back to the magically powered stovetop he bargained for at an alien appliance store meant for wizardly customers. It wasn't a very fancy breakfast... Or dinner. It was chopped peppers of three different kinds seared in oil and paired with leftover chicken marsala from two nights (days?) ago. In one hand, he grabbed a wine glass from a cupboard and a bottle of wine he received as a gift from a lich on an artificial planet in Earth-7895's galaxy.

Dinnertime. Breakfast time.

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He sat down in the living room of his dark and dramatic home. This was a place he built out of magic, extradimensional materials foreign to earth, and sheer aesthetic intrigue. In one hand he ate, with another he flipped through pages of a book as he drummed up thoughts on a magic-related theory. Oh, how he loved chasing theories. He had so many.

Jack reached for the wine bottle, and was just about to crack open the seal when he felt something drop over his shoulders. He instantly jumped to his feet, half expecting another wraith to have broken into through the closet again when he recognized the tacky red design of the Cloak of Levitation. It was at this moment when Jack knew exactly what was happening. He could hear something rattling in the quiet of his home as the sound of a door suddenly flinging open disturbed him. Something flew through the hallway and straight at him like a baseball, and he caught it with a hand made of darkness. When he looked, Jack saw the Eye of Agamotto glaring up at him, vibrating between his voidy fingers.

"Isn't it a little early to be knocking on doors, Doctor?" He asked, knowing the Eye wouldn't actually relay his voice. In response, the infernal amulet's neckband reached for him as if he were a magnet, rattling lightly.

"Well excuse me for being a touch occupied with dinner. Oh, just hold on for a minute already."

Holding the eye away from his face, Jack fished around in the cloak's pockets for a note, awkwardly unfolding it with one hand and reading-

"His what?" Oh boy. This was going to be a long evening. Jack slipped his book into the cloak's pocket, and grabbed the wine he had yet to open. "Nochalla, don't touch my dinner!" He called out, to seemingly no one in particular as he let go of the Eye, which wrapped itself around his neck at long last. He then grabbed the empty glass and considered the implications of this note.

"Now just how exactly does that third string hedge wizard expect me to-" A vibrant yellow light exploded into existence from underneath Jack's feet, and he fell out of the Everdark.

After he vanished, a black cat with three eyes jumped onto the table, and proceeded to lick at the chicken Jack was eating.

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Down into a pit of fiery hell and damnation came Jack with the grace and somber majesty of an angel. Perhaps it was the Cloak's doing, or perhaps it was simply the fact that Jack was used to falling through extradimensional holes at this point, but he landed like a cloud, even with the knee-high combat boots he wore. He floated to the ground entirely unbothered by the sudden teleportation, and then took in his surroundings. Limbo. A place he had been to a few times. The smell of agony on the wind was an acquired taste, but one Jack was accustomed to already. Surely Belasco didn't realize he was cheated out of his money during that poker match years ago... Or perhaps this was Strange's doing.

Looking around, Jack couldn't see anyone. He was suddenly really grateful that he brought a stiff drink.

"Stevie, just what in the name of Arishem have you gotten yourself into this time?"

The Witches Of Shipden Peak

Brother, this thing has been dead for the better part of last year.

Avengers Academy 💥

The One Where an Earthbender and a Lovestruck Mermaid Do Gay Things

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Tuesday, audition day.

There was very little room for things to go wrong during Leah’s audition. Frankly, she didn’t give a shit how the Harry Potter looking motherfucker or the alcoholic cat felt about what she chose to do anymore. That was because now that it was behind her, her mind was focusing on unfinished business. April never messaged her back. It wasn’t like her to read a message and not send one back, and that worried Leah. Badly.

After leaving the gym, she walked all over the place from here, there and everywhere else to find April. Something inside her was telling her she was a massive fucking idiot for confessing something like that over text. What was she thinking? If she said that out loud, maybe she wouldn't have fumbled so much over her words- And why did she even fumble in the first place? They were words on a screen, not spoken in real time!

Fuck!

Oh dear, she thought, There she is.

"...April?"

April was in the courtyard, sitting underneath the supposedly haunted tree. She had a planner in front of her, and a pile of notebooks and textbooks next to her. She was trying not to run her mind over and over again through everything that had happened this year, instead attempting to calm her nerves and anxiety by rigorously writing out information from syllabi and staring at the textbooks for her courses. She wasn't making much progress though. She had already put all the numbers she remembered into the shitty Nokia phone that Ser Nemo had given her - she was so mortified that apparently someone had told a teacher about the incident. She didn't think it had been Danni or Dori, which meant that SOMEONE ELSE SAW HER. They probably had photos of her lying in toilet water.

Her head shot up though, hearing Leah call out her name. And within seconds, April felt like crying all over again. "H-hey, fam! How'd the audition go? Did you rock the hell out of it? I bet you did! Mine was okay, bit of a wardrobe malfunction at one point, but that happens to the best of us and all. I'm s-so excited for you and- and Sabine! That's s-so great that you're, well, you're thing a now right? T-th-that's awesome!!"

Leah simply gave her a blank stare. She looked stoic and unhindered as she always did, but it was practically written on April's face that she was hurt. If a word hadn't been said, it wouldn't have changed the conclusion Leah came to. Eventually, a twinge of guilt crept up that façade of hers, and she closed the distance, dropped to her knees and wrapped April in a hug.

"April- I- Fucking- Fuck. I didn't want to hurt you. You're terrible at hiding how you feel, and I'm terrible at explaining how I feel. I should've just told both of you in person, instead of leaving you behind and telling you while I wasn't actually around. I'm sorry. I don't- I don't know if we're a thing, but I don't want it to be a thing with just her."

She looked up at April, and the faint expression of guilt was fully written on her face now.

April would've protested that she was actually great at hiding her feelings, but Leah's news came over her like a tsunami. She couldn't remember anymore the exact phrasing of the text, thanks to the water destroying her poor phone and the head injury that had quickly followed. But Leah's revelation still shook her to her core. Leah... hadn't been telling April she had missed on her chance? Leah was feeling just as confused as April was in this situation? April had figured out her feelings for Sabine that summer, pining away after her bestie's bestie on social media. But right now, with Leah holding her in an embrace, confessing her feelings for April... April's heart was beating faster and faster, as her body felt so intensely alive.

She hadn't realized it before, but she wasn't just into Sabine - she was into Leah too.

April returned Leah's embrace, careful not to scratch herself on Leah's hair. Leah had warned her about that before. April had always been a hugger. "I'm sorry I didn't reply - my phone drowned in toilet water," April apologized, before realizing how profusely unattractive a statement that probably was, her face turning bright red. "I-I wanted to tell you that Sabine had held my hand yesterday, that's what I was gonna share... Because I have a crush on her. And I-I-I think I have a crush on you too. Is that okay?" April stammered out.

”That- That’s what I’ve-“

Great, now she’s stammering.

”…April- That’s what I was trying to say yesterday. I didn’t just choose her and give up on you. God, I’m not very good at this stuff.” Her arms dropped away from April’s sides, and fell down to one of April’s hands. ”I guess I just, I don’t know. I got around to expressing that to Sabine before I did for you. Hope you’re not mad at me for it.”

April shook her head. She was feeling so so incredibly nervous now. She didn't know what was supposed to happen next in this situation. Every movie or book she'd seen like this ended up where one couple in the love triangle got together, and someone was left out. But usually that triangle didn't have everyone be into everyone and... She found herself wishing she'd get up the courage to just kiss Leah right now. Or that Leah would get up the courage to kiss her. Or that she could read minds so she could know exactly what to do and what to say, that she'd know how to hold her hands and what angle to tilt her head at, that Sabine would magically appear and sort everything out, that someone would just tell her how things were going to work. Another part of her wished that none of this had ever happened - the part of her that was terribly afraid, afraid of what this change would mean for her and for others. Would Danni and Dori be mad at her? Would it change their relationship?

April bit her lip. "I-I'm not mad at you," she said. "I... I don't know what comes next here. Like... What are we supposed to do now? Did... did you tell Sabine how you feel about... about this too? Do you... do you want to date both of us... or... or is that all too soon and we're supposed to go out for ice cream or something first or the movies or the library after hours or.... What do we do now?"

”Well- Probably not what me and Sabine were up to yesterday. That was kind of spur-of-the-moment.” Her hands heated up at the mention of that. ”Maybe we should talk to Sabine about this. I mean- I’m in love with both of you. I don’t know how she feels about you, but knowing her she might like the idea. If you want- Both of you- We could go out for a movie. Maybe see how we all feel about it. Or we could all date. Is- Would that be too soon for you?”

She was, somehow, completely oblivious to what Leah had implied about what she had been up to with Sabine the previous day. April's face turned red though at the idea of talking to Sabine about this. If Sabine didn't like April - or even if Sabine liked April but didn't want to be with two people - or even if Sabine liked April and was fine with a throuple but didn't want to date April - it would all be ruined. And April would step aside and let Sabine and Leah be a power couple. They were even roommates. Oh my god, they were roommates!

"I-I-I yes! I mean no. I mean yes. But no. Like, that all sounds fine and isn't too soon, I don't think. I don't know. My brain feels kinda broken right now. Like we're breathing and functioning but are we? I-I-I've never even been on a date before or kissed a girl or anything but... I'd love to go on one with you! Or her. Or both of you. Or neither. I mean, whatever you two want or do not want. That works for me. That's perfect. I don't know how she feels about me either. I don't think she really knew anything about me, which is like totally weird right? Like Danni is my brother basically. But I know Dori doesn't vibe with her, so maybe Danni just lumped us both together and just never said anything? Or does she think that there's another April in our year? There's a February the year below, those months often get confused. Also, side note, I love my name but sometimes I wonder if it's cringe since I was BORN in April... My middle name is Cassandra. What's your middle name?" April spat out nervously.

”I don’t have one,” She said, watching April struggle. ”Me and Danni don’t really get along. I don’t have anything against him. He’s just way too much for me to handle. Dorian’s okay, but we don’t get around to talking much. But- Anyway- How about… We talk to Sabine and see what she thinks? And if she’s okay with it, we could all go on a date somewhere. Not sure where but I could fly us there on a rock faster than a car, and we could get across the country in hours. We could go just about anywhere.” Leah didn’t seem to realize she was still holding April’s hand.

April had to resist the urge to suggest that Leah talked to Sabine, while April hid inside a bush and watched with a pair of binoculars. The idea that she could get not just one, but maybe TWO girlfriends.... It was a lot for her to take in. And when April was flustered, she talked. She talked and she talked and she talked. "Yeah, sure, that sounds good to me! My parents will be pissed if I leave the city without telling them, so I'd probably need to let them know where we're going before my dad calls in like a nuclear strike and my mom shows up with Medusa's head or some crazy shit like that. They're both kinda intense. Protective y'know? But intense. It... it kinda runs in my family I guess. Even my mom's parents are like that and they're otherwise just normal people. I mean my granddad's French-Canadian, but other than that, he's just some guy. He's not... well, y'know... Y'know what my other grandfather's like.... But yeah, let's talk to Sabine! Or um maybe you talk and I can nod in agreement, because if you can't tell, I tend to talk waaaay too much when I'm nervous. Kinda like what I'm doing right now. Yay?"

"You're supposed to talk a lot in a relationship, April. That's what we're talking about, so you should be there. Otherwise it's one-sided. Or I guess two-sided, but you know what I mean. I got nervous trying to tell you how I felt. With Sabine... She made the first move and I just went with it. It matters how you feel too, okay? You can talk like crazy all you want as long as you're being honest with yourself and us." Her fingers brushes across the back of April's hand softly.

"I'm sure your parents will live. If they got a problem with it, they can fight me."

Leah's touch caused April to shiver involuntarily. Her eyes fell on Leah's hand, her face burning bright red, before she looked back up at Leah. "I'd love to see you fight my dad. No, like, really, I think it'd be a pretty cool fight! You're all earth and he's all fire. It'd be like that really old cartoon, Avatar, y'know?" April chattered. "But um, you do got me there. I guess you are supposed to talk a lot. I just know that sometimes I talk too much and I go off on tangents and I don't ever really know how to stop... But we can both talk to Sabine! And hopefully I don't start bringing up like how George Foreman named all of his sons George Jr like a weirdo. Hopefully. My brain kinda does that sometimes. It's like bounce bounce bounce! Or see, here I am, doing it again, when what I really should be saying is that... I don't think I'm the kind of person that makes the first move. Obviously. Which we can see playing out here. But um I will be honest. With you. And hopefully me. I think I'm honest with me. I guess I wouldn't really know if I wasn't? Sorry, sorry, more word vomit, ugh."

April hesitated for a moment, before brushing Leah's fingers with her own. The experimental touch sent another shiver down her spine. It felt good though. She wanted to do it again. She never wanted to stop doing it.

Leah couldn't stop herself from smiling. April's hands just felt so warm... "It's okay. I like listening to you talk."

If she wasn't sure about making the first move, then Leah was. Leah leaned in and put a kiss on April's forehead, with no regrets. Especially not after how far she went with Sabine yesterday.

April's body felt like it exploded at Leah's soft kiss. All of her senses screamed out at her just at once. She had always fantasized about her first romantic encounter with a girl - that she would be swept off her feet, that her partner would pull her into a deep and longing kiss. She could feel that potential hovering just out of reach. April tightened her grip on Leah's hand. She was trembling. But April wanted this oh so badly. She couldn't remember every wanting something else in her life even more. And so, she took the plunge. The returned Leah's kiss with one of her own - on Leah's lips.

Leah gently put an arm around April’s back, and leaned into the kiss. Sabine was a lot more forward, more eager and confident. April was more nervous, so Leah elected to be slower, and let April set the pace so they didn’t move too fast. She held April there, feeling more and more comfortable by the minute as they kissed. She has been wanting to do this for a very long time. Leah felt happy now.

When they finally broke the kiss, Leah was smiling. ”I was wondering when we’d do that.”

April's lips were tingling as the kiss was broken off. She couldn't believe it. It had finally happened - her first kiss. The first set of things on her bucket list for junior year could finally be crossed off. Maybe yesterday had just been a weird train wreck, and the rest of the year was going to be smooth sailing from here. "That was... wow. That was better than all the songs and stuff say. I'm guessing that wasn't your first kiss? You're, like, super good at it. Or at least I think you're good. I think I'd know if you were bad at it? But, um, if you want to do that again some time, I'm game. That was... wow."

”Hm, now you sound like Sabine. Don’t be scared, April. We can do that again. As long as you’re comfortable with it. As if to punctuate that statement, she kissed the back of April’s hand.

”If I wasn’t good at it, I think Sabine would’ve told me. She’s pretty good at it too. You might find out soon.”

April didn't know how to feel about Leah saying she sounded like Sabine, but she gasped dramatically nonetheless. If she hadn't felt so strongly about her calling to do something with the ocean and its protection, she thought she would've been pretty good in telenovelas or something along those lines. She was great at the big facial expressions. Her heart fluttered again though as Leah kissed her hand, and her body yearned for something more - something that April didn't feel ready yet for however. "That'd be nice - I bet her lips taste amazing," April said. She had thought about how Sabine's lips would taste a lot. Whereas Leah felt more rough and rugged, and, well rocky, Sabine was much more of a high femme. But all the same, April's mind went back to the Katy Perry lyric - maybe Sabine's lips tasted like cherry chapstick.

"Yours taste pretty amazing too, by the way - it's like making out on a sandy beach, in a good way. Like... Bath and Body Works, if they could bottle that sensation, they'd make a killing. Maybe enough to avoid going out of business."

"Guess it's a good thing they can't, since now you and 'Bine have it all to yourselves." Something felt different about the last two days. Leah felt this way about April for literal years and didn't consider it a possibility that April could feel anything for her, that anyone could. But yesterday moved so quick and this was the consequence of it all. Leah felt like she was okay with this. She wrapped an arm around April and brought her in for another kiss, falling flat on the ground in the process.

Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all...

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

Jack Hawthorne

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Jack Hawthorne

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Character Summary

Name: Jack Hawthorne
Alias Shadowbringer, Wanderer from Beyond, The Man of a Million Doors, The Stranger in the Moonlight
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 36
Birthday: November 13th,1990
Birth Place: United States, Earth
Source: A place between tangible worlds known as the Everdark. Some call it the void, but it is an infinite expanse of winding, occluded reality that behaves differently from ours. Despite being a source of fathomless dark energy, and the fact that one can easily get lost in it, the Everdark is not an inherently evil place. It lives and breathes like a sentient creature, and chooses what it reveals to its inhabitants. The Everdark connects to all manners of existence like the trunk of a tree. If you find yourself lost here, there is always a way home. Few people have heard of it, though, and fewer have been there. Jack is one such person, and as a result, the energy of the Everdark flows through him as if he was still there.
Domain: Umbramancy

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Appearance

Height: 5’9”
Weight:
Build: 173 lbs
Eyes: Dark purple
Hair: Black, and an absolute mess 24/7
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Jack is covered in a bunch of old scars here and there, too many to list in short order. One that stands out is a large burn scar across his entire left shoulder
Personal Style:Everything Jack wears looks like a lazy attempt to fit into a dark academia setting: Long wool coats that flow like water, worn baggy pants, the occasional trench coat and dill colors. His style is so low maintenance that it often masks his presence as a competent wizard, and just makes him seem like he’s a nobody. The only exception is a pair of knee-length boots that he always wears no matter where he goes.

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Psychology

Gentle * Vindictive * Caring * Obsessive * Patient * Stubborn

Always the ominous one in the room, Jack evokes an air of mystery and gloomy serenity wherever he goes. He is perpetually unthreatened or unbothered by the unknown, and always welcomes something new to change his day. Jack prefers to listen and observe more than speak and act, often letting things unravel naturally rather than getting involved and stopping something before it gets too serious. Going with the flow the way Jack does, he tends to find himself in peril a lot, but even when his life is on the line, he’s levelheaded. Despite his easygoing nature, something that always springs Jack towards action is his curiosity. He has an astoundingly inquisitive mind that always pushes him to learn the things that human beings simply were not meant to learn. The weight of unfathomable knowledge is that of an anchor to some, but only a grain of sand to Jack. He plunges into the unknown, no matter how horrible the horrors lurking there may be, because it brings him comfort to set foot in places that others shudder at. The old saying that knowledge is power fills him with serenity and purpose. It is for this reason that Jack cares nothing for legacy. Even if there is never another living soul in all of the great sea of entropic existence who would carry on with his exploration, he would rest with the knowledge he gained from them, and that would be enough.

The flipside of his attitude towards the world is that Jack tends to foster reckless tendencies. If he can discover some hidden secrets by cracking open moldy ruins, he’ll figure it out before he catches a disease for which there is no cure. If someone is hunting him down, he doesn’t devise a plan to stop them. Jack just responds by not forcing anything and doesn’t let fear control him. It hasn’t gotten the better of him yet, but there is a first time for everything. Everything falls into place as it does, and one can either be patient or swim against the current. When interacting with other people, Jack is typically either quite friendly or pointlessly bitter, depending on how others act around him. When someone is nice enough to warrant being friends, he’ll willingly burn down all of reality just to keep his loved ones safe. But anyone who gets on his bad side will never hear the end of it. Even when his pride is wounded, there are few times when Jack doesn't let a rude comment slide. Most people simply aren't close enough to him or know him well enough for their opinions to matter.

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: He often doesn’t realize it, but Jack prides himself greatly on his magic ability. He accepts a challenge easily. To a similar end, he’ll run himself ragged before he slows down and admits he needs help. Whether out of some need to not show weakness, a fear of burdening others, or both. In the past, this has led to Jack sacrificing his own physical well-being for something he desired.
Inner Demon: Thirst for knowledge
Habits: Absentmindedly floating inches above the ground, and talking in long-winded sentences.
Hobbies: Exploring new places, reading books, and learning about magic.
Fears:

• Stagnation
• The consequences of his actions
• Drowning

Likes: At least 6

• Coffee
• Cold weather
• Studying magic
• Dark places
• Calm music
• Mysteries

Dislikes: At least 6

• Spicy food
• Warm weather
• Religious leaders
• Intense light
• Loud noises
• Sand

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Cards On The Table

Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Supernatural Lore
• Magical Expertise
• Agility
• Magic Combat
• Stealth
• Investigation
• Survival
• Extra-planar Navigation
• Card Games

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

• Missing a physical left arm, replaced with a magic one. Still feels pain in his shoulder.

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Yes, I do mean three. This is what your character has on them when the clock strikes three on Hallow's Eve.

• A handwritten book full of magic knowledge recorded over the years
• A half-empty bottle of wine and a now-broken wine glass
• An enchanted pocket watch that never stops ticking, set to California’s time zone.

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History

The Maiden - a Horror Past: Jack has met many people along his travels through existence. Once such person was a magician who called himself Reza. He was the sun of Jack's moon, and from childhood they were close friends. He even followed Jack into the Everdark, where they leapt across the universe to its outer rim together. The Everdark did not respond well to Reza's presence. Gradually, his soul was poisoned due to the fact that he came uninvited. Day after day, it would change him, turning him into something less like himself while Jack was unharmed. He was welcome in this world, and Reza was not.

Jack hadn't developed a strong enough understanding to summon a way out of the Everdark yet, meaning the nearest portal was thousands of miles away, and so Reza's struggle wasn't enough in the end. He became something monstrous, unable to recognize Jack. He was a feral animal with a corrupted mind, and there was nothing to do but put him out of his misery. Jack laid him to rest in that place, in a region they both named the Moonstone Valley. Jack wasn't ever the same after the day he watched the light fade from his friend's eyes. It made him feel distant about the idea of attachments. Nothing fills that void like Reza did.

The Mother - a Mad Truth: There is nothing left in the world for Jack. He tells himself and others that there is nothing he wants in life, that he doesn’t have dreams or aspirations. Because all things will pass in time, to chase the things is to fill a void that one is doomed to become in the end. Jack has been to countless worlds, made friends with beings from worlds with names no human can pronounce, and every time he has done this, he has moved on.

The truth he hasn’t come to terms with in his entire life is that Jack longs for a place that can give him what nigh boundless knowledge of the universe cannot: A place to exist in peace. In every corner of reality, there was something that called him there, but nothing to keep Jack from leaving. He doesn’t know how to settle down and stay in one place, as lonely as it is to not.

The Crone - a Grim Future: The troubled child who fell out of the known universe and into a living, breathing darkness is long gone. In his place is a man who finds eternal majesty in the structure of existence. Every new direction yields a place forgotten by time, newly formed, abandoned by millennia-old civilizations, or perhaps untouched by life entirely. A lonely voyage into places unknown is quiet, but to Jack, it is fulfilling. This is for the better, because Jack would be a very different person if it wasn’t.

In a world where there was no serenity to be felt in watching the birth of entire universes, or wisdom to be found in being the only living thing to set foot in a city for billions of eons, then there would be nothing to put Jack’s mind at ease. Solitude has a way of twisting the mind, and without that wonder to be filled with, he would feel nothing but contempt for everyone in existence who had what he didn’t: Companionship, belonging, and inner stillness. If he can’t have those things, then why should they? Jack’s grim future is one where no one is safe from his presence, or the hate he never found a way to reconcile with. Worlds would speak his name in conversations of extinctions and the end times. The troubled child would follow him everywhere, and he would never to come to terms with the fact that some people are happier than him, because they would not survive.

The Lore: Min. 2 paragraphs describing your character's life up to that fateful Hallow's Eve. Consider how they acquired their magic, how they got to where they are, and why they would rank as someone with potentially cosmic importance in the mystic arts.

Once upon a time, Jack Hawthorne was just a kid. He lived in a dead-end town where everyone knew each other. The kind of place anyone even slightly different is ganged up on. He didn’t fit in. Despite this, he always took things in stride, like water against a window. This all changed when he was walking home one day, during a particularly gloomy evening. The evening sun was obscured by heavy clouds, and the ground was darker than it realistically should have been. Before he knew it, he fell into a shadow. And then he went through it. He watched the world fall away around him, and he landed in a lake of black, oily water that felt like ink between his fingers.

The sky didn’t exist, it was like looking at a color that one could only picture in their mind but not visually perceive. The land he found himself in felt alive, the horizon swelled and groaned like metal under stress, and flowed through him as though he were a part of it. There was no light, and yet he found himself able to blindly understand where things were. But Jack didn’t know where he was just yet. He ventured out to figure out where he was, and found figments of earth cities nearby. Places that looked familiar, but were also foreign to him.

With a wave of his hand, Jack distorted the ground he walked on. With another, the fabric of this dark reality would bend around him. This place was just as much an extension of him as he was of it. It rubbed off on him, and he felt… Different. More aware of himself. More capable, and blessed with magic. He couldn’t find the way back home, but with time, his curiosity would no doubt reveal away.

Only it revealed more than one way out. It revealed millions. Within days spent trapped in what he came to call the Everdark, Jack learned to bend the shadows around him into something tangle. In a week, he learned to fly and fold three-dimensional space like paper, and punch holes through it to facilitate travel. This world was ominous, but there was beauty and majesty hidden behind the somber veneer he was first introduced to. Other worlds bled into it like water from clouds. Eventually, Jack took to stepping into these traces of foreign lands, and he found himself in their native realities.

By the time he had officially spent his first year in the Everdark, Jack had filled three separate journals with knowledge he had acquired from studying this place, the magical abilities it had afforded him, and the places he could go if he used the Everdark like a nexus. Others tried to follow the amateur wizard into what they thought was just a pocket dimension, only to have an entire plane of reality weaponized against them. This power changed the trajectory of Jack’s life for the better. He was no longer the kid without a place in the world, because the entire world itself was his home now.

Jack spent the next 20 years traveling different realities. He studied magic in every corner of the World Tree, stood upon the remains of dead gods the size of continents and drew from them wisdom of a thousand lifetimes. He sailed through the void of empty space and watched the birth of the first stars to ever grace those stretches of the cosmos. In an endless yearning to see more of the world, Jack has made countless allies and just as many enemies in the world. He is no legend by any means, but his name is spoken in circles where humanity has never set foot.

What sets Jack apart from most “master” wizards is the place he draws power from. In all of human history, only a few hundred people have ever set foot in the Everdark. It is a living, breathing universe all its own, and it is known to those lucky few as the shadow that the universe casts. Those that can find a way in find themselves inside by accident most often, but the rest are rejected by it. They are twisted and corrupted, and will eventually lose themselves in the darkness that others thrive in. As one of the so-called Shadowtouched, as Jack describes, he wields magical power even a Sorcerer Supreme cannot access.

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Extras

Character Quote: “When we think of the unknown, we imagine horror lurking in the shadows, and fear that which we cannot understand. But there is safety in the mystery, in the prospect of walking with the unspeakable things of this world. For once you step into that darkness, all that is known will not dare to harm you.”
Song: ”No solace at all. We once heard the lasting call, but now we praise the Void."
Anything Else: Scarlet Witch... Because she's hot lmao
Immortal Flaming Hippie Wizard Tree
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Grimoire

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The Grimoire

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Jack Hawthorne

Master Umbramancer

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Shadow Scythe

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Jack creates a scythe out of weightless darkness, which he then uses for close-quarters combat. The blade is sharp and sturdy enough to cut through solid metal with ease, but light-based things such as a hard light forcefield would be completely untouchable.

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Ward of Darkness

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates a solid barrier out of dark energy, wide enough to provide complete cover. It is strong enough to withstand multiple gunshots, but requires concentration and can be broken much more easily by magic that produces intense energy, such as intense light, fire or lightning.

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Shadow Arm

• Type: Umbramancy
• Jack's left arm is made entirely of magic energy from the Everdark. As such, it can be reshaped into certain objects, such as a key to fit a lock or made thin enough to grab something in a hard-to-reach place. The arm can stretch outwards past normal arms-reach, up to 10 feet. Intense light can cause his arm to flicker or even vanish for a short time. Requires one full minute to reform in these cases.

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Weightless Body

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Using the dark energy that courses through his body, Jack is able to float off of the ground, and loosely propel himself in any direction or slow his fall downwards. Requires concentration to perform. A strong shove by another person could send him flying in another direction. Levitation done through this is not powerful enough to propel someone through a body of water, or while they're carrying another person.

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Darkvision

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Grants perfect vision in all forms of darkness, including natural and magically induced, as clearly as they could under normal circumstances. Darkvision can be extended to 2 other people with concentration.

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Twilight Doorway

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: By using the dark world adjacent to all other worlds as a medium, this spell can create a pair of shadowy portals between any two known locations. The time required to form the portals depends on the conditions of the origin point: Two full minutes under normal conditions, and only one in low light. The portals will close after 15 seconds unless held open by concentrating.

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Gloomhaven

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates sphere of magic darkness at a specified point within line of sight, with a diameter of 60 feet. Anyone caught inside, other than the caster, is rendered blind unless they use an extrasensory spell or move outside the spell's range. The darkness persists for 60 seconds, and can be dispelled sooner by light-based magic.

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Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa, The Seagull
Interactions: Arlen, Amisra
Mentions: Ismael
Equipment: Sword, ring, and some amas.

"Good," He nodded approvingly. The Captain trusted them both with this. "We can worry about him when the day comes that we have a reason to. Until then, assume we're being watched the entire day. Sooner or later he'll figure it out, that's a given. But our job's to postpone that until we can't anymore. In the meantime, they'll be learning as much as they can so they aren't helpless when that day does come, you understand? Ismael and his kind're the chosen ones. They're the future of the world and we're what's stopping them from getting killed before they know which way's up."

Come to think of it, Ismael and Tanithil had been gone for a while now. "Right- Let's find them. I trust Tanithil, but Solaris knows he can't keep out of trouble forever." The Captain stood up and strode out, expecting them to follow. The crew had been together for years by now, long enough that they remembered actually losing the war. Many of them were a part of it just like Drosis, so they all knew each other like a big, tough family. That family, however, was one that Drosis kept in line through sheer will and his ability to steer the ship- Something no one else aboard the Saltrunner had the privilege of doing, not even a helmsman.

He walked down the roads of Vanarosa, scanning the area and taking every detail in without the slightest trace of concern on his face. Everything was a piece on a board, a body on a ship. They all had to be considered. Especially now, when any one of these dock workers, guards or "citizens" could be a spy or perhaps a member of a human kill squad. Even professionals didn't let themselves be too confident to do their due diligence. It came naturally with being a pirate who raided ships for a living.

"Now just where have they gone and ran off to?"

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

Jack Hawthorne

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Jack Hawthorne

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Character Summary

Name: Jack Hawthorne
Alias Shadowbringer, Wanderer from Beyond, The Man of a Million Doors, The Stranger in the Moonlight
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 36
Birthday: November 13th,1990
Birth Place: United States, Earth
Source: A place between tangible worlds known as the Everdark. Some call it the void, but it is an infinite expanse of winding, occluded reality that behaves differently from ours. Despite being a source of fathomless dark energy, and the fact that one can easily get lost in it, the Everdark is not an inherently evil place. It lives and breathes like a sentient creature, and chooses what it reveals to its inhabitants. The Everdark connects to all manners of existence like the trunk of a tree. If you find yourself lost here, there is always a way home. Few people have heard of it, though, and fewer have been there. Jack is one such person, and as a result, the energy of the Everdark flows through him as if he was still there.
Domain: Umbramancy

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Appearance

Height: 5’9”
Weight:
Build: 173 lbs
Eyes: Dark purple
Hair: Black, and an absolute mess 24/7
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Jack is covered in a bunch of old scars here and there, too many to list in short order. One that stands out is a large burn scar across his entire left shoulder
Personal Style:Everything Jack wears looks like a lazy attempt to fit into a dark academia setting: Long wool coats that flow like water, worn baggy pants, the occasional trench coat and dill colors. His style is so low maintenance that it often masks his presence as a competent wizard, and just makes him seem like he’s a nobody. The only exception is a pair of knee-length boots that he always wears no matter where he goes.

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Psychology

Gentle * Vindictive * Caring * Obsessive * Patient * Stubborn

Always the ominous one in the room, Jack evokes an air of mystery and gloomy serenity wherever he goes. He is perpetually unthreatened or unbothered by the unknown, and always welcomes something new to change his day. Jack prefers to listen and observe more than speak and act, often letting things unravel naturally rather than getting involved and stopping something before it gets too serious. Going with the flow the way Jack does, he tends to find himself in peril a lot, but even when his life is on the line, he’s levelheaded. Despite his easygoing nature, something that always springs Jack towards action is his curiosity. He has an astoundingly inquisitive mind that always pushes him to learn the things that human beings simply were not meant to learn. The weight of unfathomable knowledge is that of an anchor to some, but only a grain of sand to Jack. He plunges into the unknown, no matter how horrible the horrors lurking there may be, because it brings him comfort to set foot in places that others shudder at. The old saying that knowledge is power fills him with serenity and purpose. It is for this reason that Jack cares nothing for legacy. Even if there is never another living soul in all of the great sea of entropic existence who would carry on with his exploration, he would rest with the knowledge he gained from them, and that would be enough.

The flipside of his attitude towards the world is that Jack tends to foster reckless tendencies. If he can discover some hidden secrets by cracking open moldy ruins, he’ll figure it out before he catches a disease for which there is no cure. If someone is hunting him down, he doesn’t devise a plan to stop them. Jack just responds by not forcing anything and doesn’t let fear control him. It hasn’t gotten the better of him yet, but there is a first time for everything. Everything falls into place as it does, and one can either be patient or swim against the current. When interacting with other people, Jack is typically either quite friendly or pointlessly bitter, depending on how others act around him. When someone is nice enough to warrant being friends, he’ll willingly burn down all of reality just to keep his loved ones safe. But anyone who gets on his bad side will never hear the end of it. Even when his pride is wounded, there are few times when Jack doesn't let a rude comment slide. Most people simply aren't close enough to him or know him well enough for their opinions to matter.

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: He often doesn’t realize it, but Jack prides himself greatly on his magic ability. He accepts a challenge easily. To a similar end, he’ll run himself ragged before he slows down and admits he needs help. Whether out of some need to not show weakness, a fear of burdening others, or both. In the past, this has led to Jack sacrificing his own physical well-being for something he desired.
Inner Demon: Thirst for knowledge
Habits: Absentmindedly floating inches above the ground, and talking in long-winded sentences.
Hobbies: Exploring new places, reading books, and learning about magic.
Fears:

• Stagnation
• The consequences of his actions
• Drowning

Likes: At least 6

• Coffee
• Cold weather
• Studying magic
• Dark places
• Calm music
• Mysteries

Dislikes: At least 6

• Spicy food
• Warm weather
• Religious leaders
• Intense light
• Loud noises
• Sand

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Cards On The Table

Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Supernatural Lore
• Magical Expertise
• Agility
• Magic Combat
• Stealth
• Investigation
• Survival
• Extra-planar Navigation
• Card Games

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

• Missing a physical left arm, replaced with a magic one. Still feels pain in his shoulder.

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Yes, I do mean three. This is what your character has on them when the clock strikes three on Hallow's Eve.

• A handwritten book full of magic knowledge recorded over the years
• A half-empty bottle of wine and a now-broken wine glass
• An enchanted pocket watch that never stops ticking, set to California’s time zone.

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History

The Maiden - a Horror Past: Jack has met many people along his travels through existence. Once such person was a magician who called himself Reza. He was the sun of Jack's moon, and from childhood they were close friends. He even followed Jack into the Everdark, where they leapt across the universe to its outer rim together. The Everdark did not respond well to Reza's presence. Gradually, his soul was poisoned due to the fact that he came uninvited. Day after day, it would change him, turning him into something less like himself while Jack was unharmed. He was welcome in this world, and Reza was not.

Jack hadn't developed a strong enough understanding to summon a way out of the Everdark yet, meaning the nearest portal was thousands of miles away, and so Reza's struggle wasn't enough in the end. He became something monstrous, unable to recognize Jack. He was a feral animal with a corrupted mind, and there was nothing to do but put him out of his misery. Jack laid him to rest in that place, in a region they both named the Moonstone Valley. Jack wasn't ever the same after the day he watched the light fade from his friend's eyes. It made him feel distant about the idea of attachments. Nothing fills that void like Reza did.

The Mother - a Mad Truth: There is nothing left in the world for Jack. He tells himself and others that there is nothing he wants in life, that he doesn’t have dreams or aspirations. Because all things will pass in time, to chase the things is to fill a void that one is doomed to become in the end. Jack has been to countless worlds, made friends with beings from worlds with names no human can pronounce, and every time he has done this, he has moved on.

The truth he hasn’t come to terms with in his entire life is that Jack longs for a place that can give him what nigh boundless knowledge of the universe cannot: A place to exist in peace. In every corner of reality, there was something that called him there, but nothing to keep Jack from leaving. He doesn’t know how to settle down and stay in one place, as lonely as it is to not.

The Crone - a Grim Future: The troubled child who fell out of the known universe and into a living, breathing darkness is long gone. In his place is a man who finds eternal majesty in the structure of existence. Every new direction yields a place forgotten by time, newly formed, abandoned by millennia-old civilizations, or perhaps untouched by life entirely. A lonely voyage into places unknown is quiet, but to Jack, it is fulfilling. This is for the better, because Jack would be a very different person if it wasn’t.

In a world where there was no serenity to be felt in watching the birth of entire universes, or wisdom to be found in being the only living thing to set foot in a city for billions of eons, then there would be nothing to put Jack’s mind at ease. Solitude has a way of twisting the mind, and without that wonder to be filled with, he would feel nothing but contempt for everyone in existence who had what he didn’t: Companionship, belonging, and inner stillness. If he can’t have those things, then why should they? Jack’s grim future is one where no one is safe from his presence, or the hate he never found a way to reconcile with. Worlds would speak his name in conversations of extinctions and the end times. The troubled child would follow him everywhere, and he would never to come to terms with the fact that some people are happier than him, because they would not survive.

The Lore: Min. 2 paragraphs describing your character's life up to that fateful Hallow's Eve. Consider how they acquired their magic, how they got to where they are, and why they would rank as someone with potentially cosmic importance in the mystic arts.

Once upon a time, Jack Hawthorne was just a kid. He lived in a dead-end town where everyone knew each other. The kind of place anyone even slightly different is ganged up on. He didn’t fit in. Despite this, he always took things in stride, like water against a window. This all changed when he was walking home one day, during a particularly gloomy evening. The evening sun was obscured by heavy clouds, and the ground was darker than it realistically should have been. Before he knew it, he fell into a shadow. And then he went through it. He watched the world fall away around him, and he landed in a lake of black, oily water that felt like ink between his fingers.

The sky didn’t exist, it was like looking at a color that one could only picture in their mind but not visually perceive. The land he found himself in felt alive, the horizon swelled and groaned like metal under stress, and flowed through him as though he were a part of it. There was no light, and yet he found himself able to blindly understand where things were. But Jack didn’t know where he was just yet. He ventured out to figure out where he was, and found figments of earth cities nearby. Places that looked familiar, but were also foreign to him.

With a wave of his hand, Jack distorted the ground he walked on. With another, the fabric of this dark reality would bend around him. This place was just as much an extension of him as he was of it. It rubbed off on him, and he felt… Different. More aware of himself. More capable, and blessed with magic. He couldn’t find the way back home, but with time, his curiosity would no doubt reveal away.

Only it revealed more than one way out. It revealed millions. Within days spent trapped in what he came to call the Everdark, Jack learned to bend the shadows around him into something tangle. In a week, he learned to fly and fold three-dimensional space like paper, and punch holes through it to facilitate travel. This world was ominous, but there was beauty and majesty hidden behind the somber veneer he was first introduced to. Other worlds bled into it like water from clouds. Eventually, Jack took to stepping into these traces of foreign lands, and he found himself in their native realities.

By the time he had officially spent his first year in the Everdark, Jack had filled three separate journals with knowledge he had acquired from studying this place, the magical abilities it had afforded him, and the places he could go if he used the Everdark like a nexus. Others tried to follow the amateur wizard into what they thought was just a pocket dimension, only to have an entire plane of reality weaponized against them. This power changed the trajectory of Jack’s life for the better. He was no longer the kid without a place in the world, because the entire world itself was his home now.

Jack spent the next 20 years traveling different realities. He studied magic in every corner of the World Tree, stood upon the remains of dead gods the size of continents and drew from them wisdom of a thousand lifetimes. He sailed through the void of empty space and watched the birth of the first stars to ever grace those stretches of the cosmos. In an endless yearning to see more of the world, Jack has made countless allies and just as many enemies in the world. He is no legend by any means, but his name is spoken in circles where humanity has never set foot.

What sets Jack apart from most “master” wizards is the place he draws power from. In all of human history, only a few hundred people have ever set foot in the Everdark. It is a living, breathing universe all its own, and it is known to those lucky few as the shadow that the universe casts. Those that can find a way in find themselves inside by accident most often, but the rest are rejected by it. They are twisted and corrupted, and will eventually lose themselves in the darkness that others thrive in. As one of the so-called Shadowtouched, as Jack describes, he wields magical power even a Sorcerer Supreme cannot access.

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Extras

Character Quote: “When we think of the unknown, we imagine horror lurking in the shadows, and fear that which we cannot understand. But there is safety in the mystery, in the prospect of walking with the unspeakable things of this world. For once you step into that darkness, all that is known will not dare to harm you.”
Song: ”No solace at all. We once heard the lasting call, but now we praise the Void."
Anything Else: Scarlet Witch... Because she's hot lmao
Immortal Flaming Hippie Wizard Tree
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Grimoire

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The Grimoire

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Jack Hawthorne

Master Umbramancer

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Shadow Scythe

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Jack creates a scythe out of weightless darkness, which he then uses for close-quarters combat. The blade is sharp and sturdy enough to cut through solid metal with ease, but light-based things such as a hard light forcefield would be completely untouchable.

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Ward of Darkness

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates a solid barrier out of dark energy, wide enough to provide complete cover. It is strong enough to withstand multiple gunshots, but requires concentration and can be broken much more easily by magic that produces intense energy, such as intense light, fire or lightning.

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Shadow Arm

• Type: Umbramancy
• Jack's left arm is made entirely of magic energy from the Everdark. As such, it can be reshaped into certain objects, such as a key to fit a lock or made thin enough to grab something in a hard-to-reach place. The arm can stretch outwards past normal arms-reach, up to 10 feet. Intense light can cause his arm to flicker or even vanish for a short time. Requires one full minute to reform in these cases.

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Weightless Body

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Using the dark energy that courses through his body, Jack is able to float off of the ground, and loosely propel himself in any direction or slow his fall downwards. Requires concentration to perform. A strong shove by another person could send him flying in another direction. Levitation done through this is not powerful enough to propel someone through a body of water, or while they're carrying another person.

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Darkvision

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Grants perfect vision in all forms of darkness, including natural and magically induced, as clearly as they could under normal circumstances. Darkvision can be extended to 2 other people with concentration.

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Twilight Doorway

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: By using the dark world adjacent to all other worlds as a medium, this spell can create a pair of shadowy portals between any two known locations. The time required to form the portals depends on the conditions of the origin point: Two full minutes under normal conditions, and only one in low light. The portals will close after 15 seconds unless held open by concentrating.

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Gloomhaven

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates sphere of magic darkness at a specified point within line of sight, with a diameter of 60 feet. Anyone caught inside, other than the caster, is rendered blind unless they use an extrasensory spell or move outside the spell's range. The darkness persists for 60 seconds, and can be dispelled sooner by light-based magic.

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The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

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This situation was degrading by the minute. While Nellara and Silbermine traded insults like school children, some of Silbermine’s soldiers were passing out food. Shirik hadn’t consumed actual food in a thousand years, but they imagined it tasted more saline than the bottom of an ocean. Silbermine only made his intentions plainer with each fumble. First he wanted the “temple” for himself, then he wanted the humans to serve as his champions in the Running. Luckily, they didn’t seem too interested in it. Shirik always found the Running to be comical at best and pointless at worst. They never cared for the posturing of countries, nor divine right of lords.

But as they spoke of war, it ruffled Shirik’s feathers. Silbermine wouldn’t have known war if it speared him through both stomachs. The Castigator seemed to at least grasp the sheer waste that war brought on, but Silbermine practically gloated. There were many things Shirik could’ve said in that moment, but things were tense enough as it is, and an old Iriad’s wisdom could only do so much to dissuade violence. Being as unique an individual as they were, the concept of borders was as empty to Shirik as nobility was the an Archmagister.

The talk of the Running seemed to turn to Shirik of all people, as Silbermine had the nerve to propose they be his champion. That was the last straw. Shirik turned to Silbermine and visibly bristled. Puffs of black smoke sputtered out from under their cloak. They were not amused.

”That fetid excuse for pageantry you cling to is far beneath me. I have seen famished peasants conduct themselves with more dignity than your so-called champions. They hissed, with no disregard for how impactful on Silbermine’s pride their words may or may not have been when surrounded by this many people.

This was the most displeasure they had spoken with since the humans first crash landed, since they gave Nellara a piece of their mind upon first contact, and when they anecdotally spoke of their past life as a soldier with Gar’Tan’s aid. Shirik was pissed now.

”Watch your tongue when you address me, boy. If I hear you speak of me as “ilk” again, then I will be teaching our human guests how Glen meat is cooked.”

It just so happened that the leader of these human guests had stepped out and made her own demands. Good, they thought. There needed to be a shift in tone or these people would kill each other. With that verbal assault on Silbermine done with, Shirik backed away and took to sitting against the side of a rock beside everyone. They listened to Zeynap list terms for a bargain. She seemed to know what she was doing.

”I know this land better than most. If any of you should consider hunting an option for food, I can lend myself to you.” They chimes in at the end. Give a man a fish, he’ll eat for a day. Teach him to fish and he’ll eat forever. It may have been a millennia since Shirik had to eat, but Iriad experienced the memories of their ancestors. Shirik was incapable of forgetting the basic traditions of the Myriad from ages past, and perhaps these humans could benefit from them.

Avengers Academy 💥

Leah Jordan

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Location: Dorms - The Gym
Skills: Punching things and throwing rocks
Today’s Fit

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It was exactly 7:00 AM, on the dot, and Leah's phone broke the quiet, sleepy silence.

No, it did more than break the silence, it shattered it. Time to wake up

Her alarm was always the loudest one she ever knew of, and she hoped Sabine wouldn’t bitch about it… Oh, right. Sabine. She very quickly shut that alarm off before it could actually wake her up... But then realized Sabine wasn't actually here. Leah had a feeling it would be an awkward conversation later, but she had shit to do.

Checking her phone, she didn’t see a reply to that disastrous text she sent yesterday. But it did say it was opened. Leah felt her stomach turn over. What if she just burned one of the three bridges she had around her? What if April was weirded out by it and couldn’t look at Leah the same way now? She said she had something to tell Leah, was it that she was also feeling things for Sabine? Fuck, did she just break April’s fucking heart?

No, no, no, no, no-

She nervously ran her hand through her hair and felt it catch something. A knot. Her hair didn’t normally clump up in knots, but that must’ve been because of the Devil’s Tango from yesterday. It had only been three in the damn evening, and she must’ve blacked out for the whole evening… Jeez. Leah wasn’t exactly sure how she was supposed to get knots out of hair like hers, but she’d worry about it later. It was something to fixate on, and it was a small thing, but it grounded her thoughts. She had things to do today. Today was the day.

The gathered up all of the usual things she brought with her. Instead of an oversized coat, she opted for just a tank top and sweatpants today. Something told her she’d be active a lot today.

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When Leah eventually arrived at the gym, the floor had been swapped out for stone. Not concrete, not cement, or brick. Raw stone, like the bedrock beneath soil. She waited her turn and walked out into the middle of the gym. Leah gave everyone a chance to pay attention, because she wouldn't be doing this a second time. There was no hesitation, or flinching in the face of this. Leah had performed this exact same action a hundred times over during the summer, this would be the hundred and first.

She shifted her weight, and swung her left leg up over her shoulder. In that same motion, Leah brought her foot down in an axe kick to slam the floor. The entire gym reverberated as though a bomb had went off, and suddenly the floor came to life. Several rectangular columns wide as a school bus shot up towards the ceiling with a loud thump as the ceiling came downwards in the same way, forming pillars seamlessly. Leah then clenched her fists and raised them over her head, as if she were lifting a barbell. The ground she stood on split away, raising above the floor by a whole foot in a circular pattern, as square steps jutted downwards. The way she moved the material affected by her powers looked as though she was making it reshape itself on an atomic level, rather than simply move in different directions. There were no seams in the pillars or the platform to imply something was broken to allow their movements, only fluid changes to shape, as though the gym had turned into clay.

If anyone looked closely enough, they could actually see the floor warping and bending like it was mud, even though it was solid as a rock. Leah still wasn't done, though. She spread her arms outward into a cross-like pose, and more pillars began to rise around Leah's platform, only instead of rectangles, there were cylindrical, and at the varying heights of most regular human beings. The final act of her demonstration as a single clap of her hands, loud enough to be confused for a gunshot. Following the clap, sand began to fall from every pillar in the gym, and collect into the shape of squares and discs under their respective shapes. In mere seconds, every column stretching to the ceiling was carved into patterns that resembles murals. There were five in total, and each one looked like something straight out of an ancient temple from a thousand years ago. There were humanoid figures wielding weapons in what looked like armies, fighting one another along the three dimensional surfaces.

Meanwhile, the smaller pillars gave way to statues of various heroes. There were 13 of them in a scattered pattern around Leah's platform. Six of them were the original Avengers, the other nine included Storm, Nightcrawler, Vision, Silver Surfer, Colossus, Iron Fist, Iceman, Cyclops and the Phoenix. All of them seemed to be using their powers, or lack of powers, in some way. Leah didn't actually plan that part of the demonstration. In fact, she only had the idea after she walked in, but she had managed to essentially terraform the entire gym, in a very loud way, in less than a full minute.

Leah gave the judges a full two minutes to take it all in, and clapped her hands again. Everything crumbled to sand, and settled into the floor almost like water. There were ripples in the floor that settled into a perfectly smooth, solid flat plane. There was no stray sand or dust... The gym was just as untouched as when she arrived. She walked down the stone steps she made, like she hadn't broken a sweat. The platform she stood on, too, dissolved into the floor, leaving no trace of her terraforming.

"I’ve been waiting all summer to do that."

And then she turned around and walked out of the gym without further elaboration, knowing they’d send their thoughts as paperwork. Now, what the hell was she going to do all day?

Star Wars: Jedi Academy

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The ride from D'Qar to Ilum wasn't a long one, barely lasting a week thanks to hyperspeed. Still, Sildarg couldn't help but feel nervous. Her leg bounced quietly under her Jedi robes as she recalled the last time she was in a ship that moved this fast. Even after this much time living among other Jedi apprentices, far from Korriban and Hadrig's teachings, Sildarg couldn't help but feel antsy about the idea of setting foot in a Jedi temple. Her eyes flicked to one apprentice after the other, trying to determine if they felt nervous this themselves. If they did, no one said it out loud. These people just weirded her out, some of them were former rebels, that one guy over there looked blind but didn't act like it, and no one was outwardly making digs at each other. Sildarg still didn't feel like she could trust them beyond not stabbing her while she was asleep, but every passing day slowly reinforced that it was possible.

They finally touched down, and Sildarg had a feeling this day was about to get inconvenient. It was snowing. She wasn't a fan of snow. Once the door opened, Sildarg felt the frigid wind cut through every layer she had, and she was still the second to step out, eager to get indoors again. Jedi were supposed to be connected to the Force in every way. The Force flowed through all things, it was all things. It was the weave which every soul was connected to, the river of the universe. And yet, right now, Sildarg didn’t feel anything but cold. She impatiently shuffled inward towards the temple, which didn’t feel a lot warmer.

”Great, my arm’s cinching up now” Sildarg said, frustrated at how the cold make her shoulder ache. ”Seriously, whose idea was it to build this place in a frozen wastela-“

The words were taken out of her mouth when Sildarg stepped into the circular chamber where everyone had gathered. It looked ancient, but it felt… Different. The statutes of former masters, the unmoving, unfeeling atmosphere that made every footstep sound like thunder, it all felt peaceful. There was something here, something that could be neither seen nor touched, but could be felt. It was the Force, and it was strong here.

But it felt wrong.

Sildarg was used to a strong feeling of the Force, but not this one. Back on Korriban, the Force was a sinister feeling of dread that crept up the spine and leaned over the shoulder. Here on Ilum, the Force was stasis. It was empty silence, not because there was nothing there, but because the very air recognized the presence of something greater. Sildarg felt anxious in the wake of that presence, as if the statues could see into her heart and kill her on the spot. She felt like an intruder, a heretic on holy ground who failed to blend in.

Vulnerable.

Sildarg paid attention to the quick words of the masters. Master Aerros gave them a break, which was nice. Master Reni was talking to Toryn, and Airus didn’t seek to be bothering her or Mala. Sildarg considered bugging Mala, but she wasn’t confident she could mask the trepidation she felt from being in a place she had a reason to be in. But distractions helped, so she decided to approach her master.

”This place feels different,” she said, addressing Master Mala and keeping her voice down so it wouldn’t echo. ”It’s the Force, right? It’s not like D’Qar. D’Qar felt quieter.”