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What kind of RP mood are you in?

>One that uses either all-powerful beings in a sort of comedic multi-fandom romp, or a certain CYOA I have in mind.

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The Lexicon Divinica

Ermus, Exarch of Domination

~Ermus~

Gender: Male
Age: Ancient
Domain: Domination
_{"All things have their place in this world, and that place is beneath me, groveling at my feet."}

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~Personality~

Ermus is a being whose cruelty knows no end and tyranny no bounds, and his ambition is likewise. Despite this, he does not act blindly like some kind of animal, lashing out at those around him without reason or cause. Rather, he works in accordance with the Chain. The philosophical and - in the case of those who've been subjugated by or have sided with him - metaphysical construct by which all weaker beings are bound. As such, his conquests in the material plane are not some horrific travesty or necessary evil in his lifeless eyes, nor are his numerous acts of violence and destruction vile deeds. No, to him they are merely a simple fact of nature. One of life's many inevitabilities that will ultimately come to pass regardless of how hard mortals try to fight against it or the nature of their divine backing. When it comes to his feelings on his fellow deity, however, he does not view her as yet another link in the Chain. Instead, he sees her as a being that resides above it much like he himself does. A fellow master of the unwashed masses that reigns supreme over the worlds which lay blasted and broken at their feet, one who dispenses blackened omens from on high. It is in her that he finds a kindred spirit, one who has completely freed themselves of the slave mentality so many lesser beings fall prey to, what with their ceaseless pursuit of the baser animal instincts and other woefully short-sighted goals.

~Appearance~

Ermus cuts a grim figure. Standing as tall as the highest mountain, sporting an oily cloak that unfurls to blot out the very sky, and wearing a suit of armor whose plates - although corroded, dented, and worn - could deflect the blows of even the mightiest god. When a mortal bears witness to his horned form looming on the horizon, they know their doom has come. Know that any and all semblance of hope has finally abandoned them, burned away by the white-hot flames roiling within his skull, while their meager excuse for freedom has been utterly shackled by the beguiling thorns crowning his head. Those who continue to resist in spite of all of this will be met not with cowardice but a blade. One whose loathsome edge can cleave the staunchest of dragons in twain, and whose bite can cripple even the most determined of foes, leaving them as naught but mindless puppets. Slaves to their better's - and by virtue of the Chain - Ermus' infernal will.

~Biography~

Ermus is an incredibly ancient entity, having been birthed from the void mere moments before a majority of his siblings were to fulfill the role of its wretched firstborn. Even in those earliest of days he was an incredibly cruel and ambitious individual, and these traits were exemplified best by his immediate response to wage war against his fellows out of an inborn desire to subjugate them to his will, for such was his right as the eldest son. He'd failed in the end of course, and was hounded to the ends of the umbra for his treachery, but was not outright destroyed - for at that time the spirits had yet to war amongst themselves, and therefore lacked the knowledge required to accomplish such a herculean feat. As such he hid, biding his time and consolidating his power until the time came for his conquests to begin anew. It was then that he rose up once more to establish his dominion within the void, raising a cold and lifeless realm within the infinite expanse to serve as the stronghold from which a shadow most baleful would spread.

It was here within the accursed halls of Draelar that he plotted and schemed for the next eon. Gradually building up his armies in preparation for a second conflict with his siblings in the womb beyond. Only, such a battle never occurred. Instead, when Ermus and his hordes of hellish fiends first returned, they found two things of significance. The first was that their realm was not the only one to exist within the confines of the void anymore, having been joined by a multitude of others on top of many other worlds besides, and the second was that his siblings refused to attack him immediately - a behavior he found most strange given their prior animosity. It was only after they had expounded unto him the rules of their game that he finally understood their reluctance for bloodshed. Although he found such reasonings pathetic at first and dismissed them outright, they eventually grew on him over the years, following a few threats of uniform violence from his brothers and sisters anyway. For they were many where he was but one - and far more cunning than he was at that, several millennia's worth of infighting having sharpened their senses - meaning that for all his overwhelming might and power he would be little more than chaff in the wind should they ever decide to face him in fully unified throng.

Thus, with little choice but to participate in the grand distraction they had created for themselves or stagnate in isolation, Ermus found his attention turning inexorably towards the new worlds above and the creatures that inhabited them. Weak beings he determined them to be, and exceedingly fragile, but not totally devoid of every use. For one they proved themselves to be naturally obedient to those in positions of power and authority, and incredibly easy to subjugate on top of that. What's more, many of them were greedy to a fault, willing to do almost anything in their never-ending pursuit of power and security. These were the attributes that drew the attention of the dark god in full, prompting him to make his first move in centuries and invade one of the many utopias above. An act that not only served to further refine his view of existence into what it is now, a striking contrast to the purely reactionary instinct it used to be, but also established him as an official piece on the cosmological chessboard.

What he hadn't anticipated at the time was the unlikely alliance he would go on to forge with another being of equal power...

But the great game makes strange bedfellows of us all, whether we wish it to or not.

~Powers & Domain~

Domination, contextualized here as the subjugation and control of others through fear and rigidly enforced hierarchies, is Ermus' domain. As such his abilities tend to share a similar theme, and range from the physical to the metaphysical in terms of scope. Things such as mind control or mental compulsion as demonstrated by the Chain, inhuman strength, pain inducement and the like. Being a spirit whose nature is inherently dark, however, he also possesses the natural capacity to change his form and corrupt others through various means, though the former isn't a power he uses very often, not to mention the capability to consume other spirits provided they have been sufficiently weakened beforehand. Although this last attribute is a trait he shares with all of his siblings no matter their alignment or lack thereof. Furthermore, Ermus is immortal and exists in a state so above mundane life that it would take a god of similar power, or many working in conjunction, to end him permanently. And even then his essence - akin to a select few incredibly powerful or knowledgeable deities - will linger on in some way, shape, or form to influence the worlds and their inhabitants in various ways until it is reconstituted somehow or otherwise consumed. Although in the case of the latter, should the diablerist in question fail to win the contest of wills that ensues, they will find their physical form overtaken and consciousness subsumed. Added to the new whole that has just been created while Ermus himself lives on within new flesh.

~Realm~

Draelar: Ermus' realm is one of barren wastes and obsidian cities whose streets are as labyrinthine as they are simple. Both of which serve as the habitation of countless demons, foul spirits, and mortal followers alike; all of whom act as one beneath his will. Despite its desolate environs, Draelar is not a land of unbridled chaos but suffocating order. There is cruelty and excess to be found here still, yet all of it is conducted in accordance with the Chain. For just as a servant does not strike their master or mistress with impunity, so too does that same master or mistress fail to strike their superior. In many cases a higher ranking demon or spirit, although the same cannot be said of the reverse. Finally, no one - no matter how powerful or far up in the pecking order they may be - strikes or disobeys Ermus. Not if they want to avoid being tortured for the rest of eternity that is.

The Lexicon Divinica

Sazama Shirai

Sazama Shirai

Male || 25 || Human
_{"I swear to God... if I have to fight one more demon lord I'll have a fucking aneurysm!"}

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~Personality~

Despite his rather... emo appearance and withdrawn nature, Shirai is a very cheerful, compassionate, and resilient person in actuality. One who, oddly enough, doesn't consider his present circumstances to be all that bad when compared to the ones he used to have back on Earth. And where most might judge him as some manner of edgelord based on appearance alone, those closest to him know he is anything but. As a matter of fact, he seems to have a compulsive aversion to brooding moodily in dark corners or spouting the same tired spiel about some ambiguously tragic past, to say nothing of his taste in clothing - which is motivated less by a desire to make everyone around him think he looks cool in a dark and menacing way, and more by a genuine appreciation for the minimalistic nature of the ensemble itself. Lastly, Sazama has a very strong dislike for demon lords. At least the world or dimension conquering kind anyway, mostly because he's had to fight so many since he was first taken from his home that it's - quite frankly - gotten really fucking tiring. In truth, his distaste for them has grown to the point where he won't even waste time on the usual hero/villain pleasantries when confronting them. He'll simply kill them on sight if possible.

Additionally, Sazama happens to curse like a sailor when upset.

Just because he's pleasant to be around once you get to know him doesn't mean he's a saint after all.

~Appearance~

Tall with an athletic build, fair complexion, a short cropping of dark hair, and inhumanly good looks, just like the majority of isekai protagonists out there; with the addition of having an aesthetic taste centered around simpler or more minimalistic fashion. In regards to what he used to look like back on Earth, well the answer is much the same, only scrawnier and with slightly above average levels of physical attractiveness. So just like everyone else, really, albeit a lot worse for wear around the time he was first summoned to another world thanks to his living situation at the time, if it can even be called living that is. He was such a mess that, upon arriving in the realm to which he had been called, the sorceress performing the ritual thought she'd made a mistake and conjured the wrong person by accident. It was only after going back over her notes that she realized he was the hero the kingdom was looking for.

Of course she couldn't present him to the ruling nobility in such a sorry state, so she held him back for a couple of years, during which time she subjected him to a rigorous physical and mental workout regimen. Once that was done she conducted the standard slew of magical treatments given to all summoned heroes to boost their physical capabilities to superhuman levels so they actually stand a chance of going toe-to-toe with the demon lord and their forces. Skip forward a couple of years and the result is what you see here.

~Biography~

Sazama was, at one point in his life, a normal person just like everyone else. He had a decent upbringing, did well in school, and eventually moved out of his parents house to live on his own. From there he got a job in the IT department of a local tech company using the skills he'd acquired from university and the web, started earning a stable wage, and even began dipping his feet into the online dating pool. Life was - for the foreseeable future anyway - pretty damn good. Then, as it so often does, tragedy struck. At first things were manageable enough, a few missed bill payments here and there that he was able to pay off in time with the amount of money he made, as well as a few hits and misses when it came to his romantic prospects but nothing too major. Around a year or so into his first serious relationship though is when shit really began to hit the fan. First came a lack of upward mobility in his workplace, which included his boss constantly passing him over for promotion regardless of how hard he worked. This then led to him pushing even harder at the office, which resulted in less time for him to spend with his significant other, and that itself led to the steady decline of their relationship with one another.

Shirai's life just continued to spiral from there, eventually seeing him and his partner break up and Sazama himself being fired from his job. Still he refused to give up hope and continued to push on, looking for more employment opportunities in spite of it all. Despite his best efforts, however, he just couldn't seem to catch a break and ultimately found himself living on the streets. It was here, when he was at his lowest, that he was pulled into another world. Given a second chance at life, he made the most of it like he always had - working with the kingdom that had summoned him to get stronger so he could kill the demon lord. Fast forward a couple of years, several summoning's, a hundred or so dead demon lords later, and here we are...

More or less.

~Powers & Abilities~

Enchanting: A school of magic covering the imbuement of weapons, armor, and other inorganic items with magical properties. With just this specialization alone Shirai can create things like flaming swords or rings that turn flesh to solid stone. After a fair bit of practice and study, however, Sazama found himself capable of forging bows that fire lightning bolts capable of destroying castles, and near-invincible suits of armor that heal the wearer, just to name a few.

Chronokinesis: A school of magic covering the halting, slowing, or acceleration of time for brief periods. Shirai can manipulate the time of individual people or objects to age them to dust in seconds or freeze them outright. Naturally as his skills grew over the years he eventually became capable of several reality breaking feats such as traveling through time, healing himself by reversing the age of his injuries, making objects immune to decay by locking them in time, and creating a whole city in seconds by accelerating time around its foundation.

Spatiokinesis: A school of magic covering the manipulation of gravity and physical space however one desires. With it Shirai can turn the world upside down, crush people with gravity, and teleport nearly anywhere in an instant. Some of his more creative applications of this ability include tearing people apart with condensed blasts of space, altering the course of celestial objects, and creating pocket dimensions by shearing off sections of reality.

Enhanced Strength: Sazama possesses strength beyond that of a normal human thanks to the magical treatments he was given. At base level, his strength is several times greater than other members of his race at their peak, and he is able to lift heavy objects such as cars, large boulders, vans, and most other objects that are bigger than him with ease. He is also able to exert great physical force from various parts of his body (prominently through his hands), sending enemies flying through walls or breaking their bones instantly with a single punch. Due to the physical force exerted on his body as a result of his enhanced strength, Shirai also possesses increased durability so as to not destroy himself both from the force of impact and general exertion.

~Arms & Armaments~

Requiem, Annihilation of the Undying: An ornate katana that Shirai enchanted during his quest to defeat the first demon lord, rendering it not only damn near unbreakable, but making it capable of cutting through almost anything as well - including that which is intangible such as spirits or ghosts. He's a little peeved about the name everyone in the first kingdom gave it though, considering it far too edgy for his tastes, but accepts it regardless since it's not like he can change it now in any case. The name bears a legend, and legends bear weight no matter what world you're in.

The Lexicon Divinica

Varael Crane

Varael Crane

Male || 200 || Lich
_{"The shortsighted consider my art a travesty. I, however, consider it pragmatically. A corpse is simply a resource after all, just like any other. 'Twould be a shame, therefore, not to use it."}

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Personality

The most notable trait that Varael possesses, and indeed the one others often take note of first, is his pragmatism. For he - unlike most - has absolutely no qualms with resorting to all manner of unsavory deeds to get what he wants, especially when it comes to robbing the grave. Or several, as the case may be. It is to be expected, of course, that a man as versed in the darker arts as he is would have little to no ethical scruples, but that does not make it any less shocking for those who get to see such amorality put into practice firsthand. Beyond that Varael seems to be a rather mellow individual, not overly ambitious or cruel (though the latter is especially debatable given the horrific nature of some of his prior experiments, and even the former can be dismissed on the basis of his current existential state alone), preferring on the whole to be left to his own devices if possible. Unfortunately for him however, the wider world doesn't take all that kindly to practitioners of necromancy regardless of how neutral their intentions might be, so he has had to spend the majority of his un-life on the run from the powers that be as a result - lest they find him and destroy his phylactery.

Biography

Varael is a two hundred year old necromancer turned lich, with a rather sordid past at that, who hails from a distant and largely obscure land. Then again, a person does tend to acquire such when they work with the dead and dabble in defying fate itself. He prefers not to focus on his personal history, however, as those years hold memories he'd really like to forget. In regards to how he cheated death the first time around, that's actually quite simple. He trapped his soul in a particular object - in this case a plain silver ring that he always keeps on his person - as it is one of the most common methods by which mortals achieve lichdom. Crane guards this item compulsively, becoming antsy when someone so much as glances at it, and snapping outright should someone attempt to take it from him. Putting aside his perversion of the natural cycle of life and death for a moment though, he eventually decided to depart the land of his birth some point in time, though his real motivation for doing so is hazy at best. While rest and relaxation are the main reasons Varael cites when anyone asks him why he decided to leave his homeland, and he seems quite intent on sticking to that story, the actual truth of the matter is a bit more complicated; and may or may not involve him fleeing his home for heinous acts committed against the gods, his people, and the state, to say nothing of his numerous other crimes against the proper order of the world itself.

Equipment

x1 Crystal Staff: A simple wooden staff with a pinkish-purple crystal embedded in one end, which Crane enchanted prior to his ascension to spew powerful streams of electricity at foes. This is the only kind of non-necromantic magical effect he can summon without the use of corruption.

x1 Journal: A simple leatherbound book - enchanted to have infinite pages - that Varael uses to keep records and notes on such things as important events, interesting spells, and the happenings in his day-to-day life.

Additional Info

The following is the actual build I used for Crane, ala the Undeath CYOA, plus some extra information regarding what types of magic he can and cannot use now.

Method of Immortality

A Phylactery: You trapped your soul inside a particular object, the most common method to achieve lichdom due to it's relative simplicity. It leaves you very vulnerable given how easily one could break it, however it also grants you full access to your magical potential as your soul remains entirely within this plane of existence, simply placed elsewhere. The closer you are to your phylactery, the more of your power you can access. At 3 miles your power unnoticeably affected, from 3 to 9 there will be some decrease, and from 9 to 36 your power will be close to three-quarters. From further distances the decrease is more significant. At 64 miles away your magical power will be cut to but a twentieth or less, before diminishing to nothing soon after.

Way of Resurrection

At Your Phylactery: The 'natural' form of resurrection for one whose soul is bound to an object. When your body is destroyed, it soon fades to ash and then nothing. After several hours your body reforms at a phylactery belonging to you.

Physical Form

Almost Mortal: In body, you will be almost identical to a true mortal. Perhaps you may not react as strongly to the cold as others and appear sterile with no root cause, but in everyday circumstances no one will be able to see what you truly are. You will be able to engage others in physical confrontations fully, with the advantage that the warm blood in your veins is not what's keeping you alive but magic instead, requiring your body to sustain serious damage in order for you to defeated and let your form fade.

Details

An Enchanted Phylactery: That which holds your soul is strong. To break it would require a powerful enchanted weapon and great strength, strong and particular magics, or great environmental dangers such as magma.

Sudden Resurgence: Once your body dissipates, you resurrect in a matter of seconds. Your enemies will not have escaped.

Greater Strength: You improved your physical strength. If a skeleton, your strength would rise to that of a man with flesh and the wards keeping you together would become stronger. With flesh, your strength would nearly double.

Necromancy

Possess Undead: From within half a mile you may inhabit the body of any being you have reanimated. Through that being you may use whatever abilities it possesses and also your powers of necromancy. You are immobile while doing this, but protected by a strong barrier that alerts you of any damage to it.

Raise Greater Undead: You can now raise powerful beings from the dead. Where before you could only raise beings such as elephants at most, and similar giant creatures or races, now you can raise dragons. Raising an elephant may take the power to raise twenty-five men, while raising a miniature dragon would likely take the power to raise five hundred, yet the power would still be within reach.

Superior Necromancy: You can now raise over five hundred undead soldiers, a formidable warband.

Other Skills

Corrupted Arcana: Varael is a masterful practitioner of the magical arts, and has a vast repertoire of spells at his disposal... or did anyway. Following the completion of the ritual, however, any magicka (aka mana) that was not used to fuel his ascension to undeath had been utilized to strengthen his connection to the dead. As such, he is limited to casting spells and cantrips relating solely to the dark arts. Even then he must have an ambient source of magicka in the environment to draw upon and corrupt to achieve such an effect. Think of it as the trade-off one makes to attain powers many would consider... unnatural. (It should be noted that the above does not apply to Crane's aforementioned necromantic abilities.)

Basic Combat Training: While no master-at-arms or warrior monk, Varael is no slouch when it comes to close-quarters combat, and is more than capable of holding his own in a fight. His enhanced strength and experience with wielding a staff both help greatly in this regard.

Master Mortician: It might sound odd to some, but Crane is quite good when it comes to refuting wear-and-tear on corpses. Granted, the only reason for this is his pragmatism and choice of magical art, as undead servants are generally more useful when not lying on the ground as an assorted pile of useless viscera and inanimate bone dust. Still, should funerary rites be required then Varael can certainly provide. Just don't ask him to give the world's best eulogy and you should be fine.

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