Dark Light

Goblin Quest

Reshy

Name:	Age:	Gender:	Race:	Level:
Reshy	3 Days	Male	Goblin	1

Personality: Reshy is of a mischievous mind, it seemingly never settles. His fingers seldom idle and his grin often wide, easily portrays his mood. He has little time for pleasantries and speaks with blunt statements void of consequences. A lover of puzzles and gadgets, his attention not so easily lost when sunken into a thing or challenge.
He has a strong competitive streak not bound by honour or rules. Victory is victory after all. Especially to the greedy. However, he is not reckless, a thin film of cowardice rears from time to time and prevents him from overstepping his limits. What good are things or greatness if you are dead?

Past Life: He worked some boring office job, locked in a tiny cubicle from 9-5. His soul slowly withering away a little more each and every day. Meanwhile his heart yearned for the wilderness, for freedom. His spare time was occupied with documentaries and books on survival and nature. He even volunteering at animal shelters and visited the local wildlife sanctuary far more than most. When he was younger he had been in the scouts, had gone hunting and camping with his father, but those days were long behind him.
When he finally sought to re-live them, his glory days, those simpler happy times, he spent five days out in the serenity of nature with the barest of supplies before a simple slip sent him off a mountain edge and ended his life.
Talent(s):

• Tracking
• Stealth

Skill(s):

• Dark Eye (Passive) E-Rank
• Absorption (Remaining Uses: 8)

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Oh and Damien @Dark Light can run across Venus if he likes

@RumikoOhara

Oops, missed this.
So what happens when I try to rewind the cctv video Surveillance to a previous day?

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Damien leans back, lifting the nose of his board and grinds the tail across the concrete slowing himself as he arrives at the empty mall.
He stared up at in disbelief looking over the still emptiness of what he feared most but couldn’t believe.
No one was anywhere to be seen.

Fear quickly vanished and was replaced by a wide excited grin. No one was anywhere to be seen!

He dropped his board down and jumped back on it rolling into the mall. Just then he heard the rumbling of a motor race off into the distance. So not completely alone.
He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Either way it changed his destination.

Hopping off his board Damien moved around silently instead, for now. Sporting goods, camping store, music shop, electronics, snack shop and security room.
Took him a while to get into the last room but with the supplies available didn’t take too long. In no time he found footage of the others and replayed it a few times before trying to view the previous day’s footage.

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D A M I E N

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“Seriously!?” There were no new updates since 11:58pm when he had last checked before nearly passing out on the couch.
Damien now lay half naked and tangled in his bed sheets, still half asleep even though morning had long since started, he swiped up on his phone again as he had already done at least five times over in the last thirty seconds and still, again, the screen loaded its data and produced the same old tired images he was trying to escape.
“Why is there nothing new?”

It was the same across all his apps. He punched in a comment questioning and complaining about the phenomenon and posted it. It went through. Weird.
He spent a couple more minutes (maybe hours) falling down the rabbit hole, flicking through images and videos which started innocently enough with his interests but eventually just degraded into shameless perving.

He puffed on the last drags of the spliff he had rummaged from his top draw, messaged his supplier for a meetup and finally began undergoing some slow slobbish semblance of a (late) morning ritual.

His latest house in a long line of houses was a fancy two story one, as usual it was empty, nothing new or surprising there. His parents away again. So with his music blaring he made use of the lap pool and the still half-packed gym room. He had a cone with his cereal and washed it all down with a protein shake. He showered and got ready for the day.

Checking his phone again, still no reply, still no social media updates. Transferring his music to wireless earbuds, he grabbed his skateboard and headed out into the streets. He wasn’t even sure where he was going, just that he was going.

Somewhere subconsciously he felt it, a part of him noticed it, the eerily still streets. The lack of cars. The lack of rubbish. Everything was too clean, too still, too similar but different. It crawled over his skin like dread infused goosebumps. He tried to ignore it, to deny it, but the longer he went on the louder the silent scream became. Until somewhere from the near distance a bell chime cut through the air.

The noise had pierced his music and somehow taken that external feeling of dread and sunk it deep into his bones. Now he was starting to freak out. Something was so very wrong but he couldn’t figure out exactly what or why. Actually so many things were wrong.

He picked up his pace, with long heavy strides he pushed his skateboard faster and faster, sweeping wide back and forth over the whole street as he no longer feared the cars that weren’t there. He raced to the busiest place he knew. The mall.

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@RumikoOhara
Thanks, now time to get technical :p

Social media? What’s the internet doing? Still connected but no updates? When was the last update?
Does my Netflix still work.

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Damien

Damien Graive

21, Leo
Sk8er | Stoner | Metal Head

Description:

Called many things, Damien doesn’t define himself by a stereotype, despite how much he might fit into one. He is in denial about caring what people think of him, always eager to portray that exact image. He has the spoilt, arrogant attitude that one might expect from his appearance. Constantly giving the middle finger to authority where ever he can like his rebellion is some grand new line of freedom.
Truth is he is hurt, broken even, and lonely. Lacking love from busy parents and void of any true friendships due to always having to pack up and move once again.
Lack of social skill and empathy aside, he’s generally an ‘ok’ person who is quite fit and athletic.

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Hider

Damien Graive

21, Leo
Sk8er | Stoner | Metal Head

Description:

Called many things, Damien doesn’t define himself by a stereotype, despite how much he might fit into one. He is in denial about caring what people think of him, always eager to portray that exact image. He has the spoilt, arrogant attitude that one might expect from his appearance. Constantly giving the middle finger to authority where ever he can like his rebellion is some grand new line of freedom.
Truth is he is hurt, broken even, and lonely. Lacking love from busy parents and void of any true friendships due to always having to pack up and move once again.
Lack of social skill and empathy aside, he’s generally an ‘ok’ person who is quite fit and athletic.

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Still accepting?
Sounds interesting.

Post-Apocalyptic Alternative Reality – Journey to find a settlement

Interested

Dragon Ball - The Planet Breakers

Hider

Character Bio

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Name:	Alias:	Gender:	Age:	Combat:
Ezekia Thorn	’tbd’	Male	111	Magic

Race

New type bio Android
Built on the Demon realm race, Freeza race and Three-eyed peoples DNA.

Power Level

???

Personality

Ezekia is shy, unsure, naive and easily mislead or manipulated. He struggles with morality and consequences, lacking an understanding of both. Besides his lack of empathy he is generally curious and friendly.

Background

By extreme misfortune or unbelievable luck, he was given a second chance at life and was born into a powerful android body, unfortunately he spent the first 100 years of his life falsely imprisoned.

more detail

In their pursuits and attempts for absolution a Clan of three eyed people sought to seperate any evil essence from themselves. Using a technique similar to the Nameks fission, they managed to achieve this with the aid of an off-worlder.
They did not harbour much negative tendencies to begin with, so for each person they only produced a little, yet still with so many of them these negative energies built overtime and had to go somewhere.
The off-worlder offered a solution, a ‘container’ he called it. Specifically designed to contain such power. It was an Android. An empty shell void of the spark of life.
All along the off-worlder planned to inhabit and control the Android once the ritual was complete. To put his own soul in it thereby escaping his own withered dying body in exchange for a new stronger, more powerful one.

The 3-eyed peoples leader was wise to the offworlders plan and with a small window of opportunity, used a magic triangular prison to capture the android at the moment of completion, locking it away deep within a distant planets core.

Although when the time came, the exact moment the off-worlders soul began to transfer into the android, the process was interrupted. Elsewhere on the planet a split moment earlier there was child born that was to never be, a life going by never lived, a soul passing ever so briefly only sipping at existence in the most barest and faintest of moments. But instead of dying at birth this child got a second chance and a new body albeit that of an imprisoned Android.

Imprisoned within a planet, alone, he waited one hundred and eleven years before the planet breakers did what their name suggests and freed the child. While he wears the appearance and naivety of a child a stronger force could be sensed within him. He also bares the influence of a thousand small negative thoughts.

The off-worlders soul was left with no where else to go and instead remained in limbo. Lost, forgotten, just floating around without a body, just awaiting a chance or opportunity at vengeance.

Traits & Techniques/Spells

Racial traits

• Demon growth
  Similar to Gigantification This boosts Ezekia’s size, strength and power to a more grownup formidable fighting standard but as his power grows so too do his demon race features. His normally dormant Demon DNA takes over his body becoming more prevalent as he grows stronger.

Techniques/Spells

• Ghosts
  Equivalent to the Afterimage Strike Moves around fast enough to create multiple images of ones self or leave behind a ghost image for misdirection.
• Six Sorcerer’s technique
  A fusion between 4 witches technique & 8 arm-fist hybrid, one can never tell which of the six new arms are real or fake. The number may even change during combat.
• Split
  Equivalent to Multiform Ezekia can split into two being which can then split again.

Gigantification

6 Sorcerer technique

Ultra - a state of balance achieved later