Genon

World of Light

Donnie

Word Count:756

(28/40) + 2 = 30/40

Donnie took stock of the battlefield. It was pandemonium. But the beings atop the building caught his attention.

These...things. Donnie could feel the magic radiating off of those golden-winged beings like a palpable thing. They did not read as what they should have pinged as.

The greater universe in which Azeroth resided, known to Azerothians as the Great Dark Beyond, was defined by two opposing forces: The Light and the Void. The Light was an ethereal force, an endless sea of thrumming life energy, that existed beyond the boundaries of reality. It, like chi, could be found in all things, as it was the life-force that made creatures tick. Light proper cannot directly exist in the universe outside of living things, but it could be harnessed as holy magic.

Donnie--or rather, Donovan--was raised in Stormwind for the first twelve years of his life. Stormwind's defining religion was the Church of the Light. It was the thing he had grown up praying to and worshipping, and he had venerated those trained priests and paladins who could harness its power as authority figures.

He had met the Naaru. He had fought alongside Lighforged Dranei. He knew paladins personally. He had seen them obliterate demons, undead, and the spawn of the Old Gods in holy fire. He had seen them heal the sick and revive the dead, just like he could. Even as someone who could not control Light, he was aware of its power and its role in the world. He respected it and held in great esteem those who used it to help others.

But these...things. These beings that dressed up in a shining golden shell, decorated with gaudy yet sinister spikes, metallic wings, and shining jewels, with unnatural, alabaster faces to cap it all off...clearly, they were meant to be holy. But they made a mockery of the Light.

This flying machine was clearly meant as relief for the "police" station. And they just destroyed it before he could get near.

He was on his Disc, racing to help those inside. He had been trying to protect the innocent. And these allegedly-holy beings had just trashed it, probably killing everyone inside as it crashed into the beleaguered "police" station.

He shook. He could feel the negative forces threatening to take over.

No.

He had lost control against the Ent. But he was the Grand Master of the Order of the Broken Temple. He was to lead by example. It was fine to feel anger. But only insofar as it was useful. The sha had been an excellent example of how negativity could consume you. Sometimes literally.

So he clamped down on it. Took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were determined, and intently focused. His path was clear.

Whatever these things were, they were going to pay for their crimes.

He ignored the ground battle. Blazermate had single-handedly neutralized the majority of the undead force, and the defenders were hurling enough lead at the zombies that were left to make life hell for a melee fighter.

So, he hopped on the Disc and rocketed towards the big one, the one he didn't know was called a Cachet.

While passing by, he snapped out his right leg and spun, his foot making contact with the Cachet's left cheek in a perfectly-executed Blackout kick that knocked it back to the edge of the roof as something flew off of it. A lance of pain stabbed through his arm as he passed by though. It had manifested some kind of blade and slashed at him, leaving a nasty wound.

But the panel clattered to the ground, revealing a wriggling mass of flesh underneath the marble-like shell. Disgusting.

"Funny," he said, dismounting the Disc and slipping its orb into his Luggage before desummoning it, his voice dripping with enmity, "Where I come from, holy beings don't need to wear masks."

Then, he leaped into the fray once more. He didn't use the Fists this time. He wouldn't be holding back.

He charged towards the Cachet, both hands charged with chi that he attempted to shove into the angel's face--a dual Tiger Palm. When you get to be a grandmaster, you learn to improvise techniques. Then, he rolled back, the roll turning into a backflip as he landed on the other side of the roof, gathering energy into his hands as he fired off a Chi Burst. At its current trajectory, it would go through Banjo, two Compassions, and the Cachet, hurting enemies and healing allies, including himself. He'd rather heal at these things' expense than waste time casting Vivify.

Dragon Ball Gaiden

@Double
Yeah, I'm still here. I'm going to get a post up soon enough. I guess I've just been having issues figuring out what I should do, tactically-speaking.

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

@BCTheEntity

So how are we going to handle this? Collab? Post edit? New post? Because we can't respond directly as we're waiting on interaction.

@ProPro

My Hero Academia: Another Story

@SimpleWriter

I see. I'll admit I didn't read the other sheets, so I didn't quite know about Freya before writing it. I'll admit also that I wasn't aware of the limit on Support Items before I wrote it up either.

I guess I'll go back to the drawing board. Again.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

@LuckyBlackCat

Well, the idea was that he's got a tabby cat-like body scaled up to a human's size, granting him greater bite force, strength, and running speed than a housecat due to his longer legs and larger musculature. In other words, a literal "big cat."

And so my mind jumped to a jaguar, which has less total bite force in Newtons than a lion or tiger due to being smaller than both species but packs a stronger bite relative to its size.

That said, the cheetah bit makes no sense either way, as cheetahs are basically completely specialized for their high running speed so he'd have to be based on one directly to run that fast. So I'd be willing to similarly put his sprinting speed down to a jaguar, or possibly a panther, due to panthers being of a similar size I believe.

However, I'd be willing to go with the "buffed housecat" idea if that's what would be necessary to balance him with everyone else. Anyway, I'll edit my post.

That said, would it be okay if I joined the Discord? It would really help at hammering out the finer details of this considering how slow forum communication is.

World of Light

@XoXKieroBombXoX

Hey, just FYI, we mostly use Discord for hanging out and quick OOC communication, not for roleplaying or anything. It's free and you can use it from your browser or phone, even with just a guest account if you want.

I'm just saying, you seem to use the OOC for relatively minor things quite a lot, but most of that would be better served in the Discord, where we're more likely to respond to such things.

It's your choice if you want to use it or not, but I highly suggest you do.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

@LuckyBlackCat @SimpleWriter

Replacement character finished. Take a look when you have time.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Derp. While attempting to make my character have a blade capable of withstanding heating up like it does, I accidentally posted the sheet twice. Ignore this post.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

WIP sheet up. I've got Dungeons and Dragons in 15 minutes so I can't write the sample post, and I have to think more about it anyway, but everything else is done.

Albert Engelhardt, aka "Phantom Cat"

Appearance: Albert is a tall student, about 6'2". The eye is, of course, immediately drawn to the fact that he has the head of a tabby cat. This is a side-effect of his Quirk, appropriately named "Cat." His body resembles a human's, but his whole body is covered in fur and he has retractable claws between his fingers and toes, much like how an actual cat has retractable claws between each paw. He tends to wear fairly casual clothing when not costumed, which is appropriate given that his costume is basically a suit and tie.

Costume

Name: Albert Engelhardt
Age: 14
Gender: Male

Hero/Villain Name: Phantom Cat
Quirk Name: Cat
Quirk Type: Mutant
Quirk Description: This Quirk grants the user all the abilities of a cat, scaled up to a human, with appropriate weaknesses. The user can see perfectly in low-light conditions and even in the dark, owing to the reflective material in their eyeballs. They have incredible reaction time and reflexes, as well as the acrobatics, jumping ability, climbing ability, and silent tread of a cat (though shoes counteract a silent tread, so Albert must wear special shoes that allow this ability to shine). And much like a cat, they can survive a fall from multiple stories without significant injury.

They have superhuman hearing, which can be turned against them, as they are especially vulnerable to loud sounds and sonic weapons. It is even possible to target them specifically with such an attack, as they can hear frequencies outside of a human's hearing range. They are also especially sensitive to bright lights, and have a tendency to be nocturnal, which can screw with their ability to fit into normal human society. Thankfully, this Quirk does keep the user omnivorous owing to the presence of human DNA, which is especially important as real cats normally can't taste sugar and can only tolerate at most a 15% carb diet. He's also, most infuriatingly, vulnerable both to cat and human diseases, meaning that he has to look after his health especially strongly.

As for its combat capabilities, users of the Cat Quirk have speed comparable to a cheetah and strength and bite force roughly on par with a jaguar. Their bites, amplified by the vicious pair of fangs in their mouths, can easily pierce flesh, and should Albert decide to, he could probably utterly maul a target. However, he's both a) not a cannibalistic monster, and b) still trying to be a hero, and such would prefer other methods of subduing a villain.

Inventory & Possessions:
Albert's suit-like costume actually has many, many pockets and contains an array of Support items to assist him in his job as a stealthy hero, including smoke bombs, a dart launcher armed with tranquilizer bolts, sleeping gas grenades, and old-fashioned tear gas. He also carries a "grapple gun" to assist him in moving and climbing even quicker than he normally can. His cane is one of his most important support items: It's actually a swordstick with the ability to electrify the tungsten-alloy blade's edge with the press of a button on the hilt, causing a taser-like effect. He is trained in its use, and greatly prefers it to his claws or fangs, only choosing to use his natural weapons when absolutely necessary, both because of the savagery of such a thing and because of how much damage they can cause. His top hat is also a weapon, capable of flying after an opponent, striking them with the blade in the brim, and returning to him, much like Oddjob or Kung Lao. The tie, however, is a clip-on. He'd rather not be strangled.

Sample Post:

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"DAMMIT, KID! COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND WE'LL LET YOU OFF WITH A BROKEN LEG!"

Albert cracked a shit-eating grin as he ran down the street, effortlessly evading his loudmouthed pursuers. Ducking into an alleyway, he grabbed onto a pipe, climbing up it easily as he made it to the roof.

From here, he could see his enemies trying to (and failing) to follow him. They had only just now made it a few feet from the alley. One of them, a burly thug with a stretching Quirk, snaked his arm up the wall and tried to snatch the cat-headed teenager.

"Not going to work!" Albert said, taking off at a full sprint across the roof, jumping to another roof even as the hand kept chasing him.

He noticed that the hand's angle changed as he ran. Apparently the thugs had started running after him down the sidewalk.

He kept running though, jumping across the rooftops with his usual grace. The hand kept after him, coming perilously close to his ankle.

Adding to the danger, he heard the thugs yelling, and then a loud bang. It was loud to most. Deafening to him. He yelped in pain, and had to actually put his hands on his ears after a noise like that, and the disorientation causing him to fumble his next jump as he banged his ankle on the edge of the next rooftop, tumbling to the hard concrete floor and getting a few scrapes. He pushed himself to his feet with a pained grunt and kept running.

He was only a few blocks from the police station now. He checked the pocket of his cargo shorts, making sure he still had it. The USB drive. It was still there, thank God.

The gunshot rang out again, this time grazing the fur on Albert's tail, making him stumble in pain and preventing him from covering his ears. The effect was immediate. He actually had to drop to the ground, such was the pain, and immediately clutched his ears.

The hand got around his ankle, and started dragging him to the edge of the rooftop.

"NO! FUCK!"

On instinct, he clawed at it. His claws met flesh and ripped through, scraping off layers of skin and leaving bloody trails. The hand writhed as the thug below screamed in agony, but he still sent another one after him, armed with a knife. This one, Albert bit.

Hundreds of PSI of bite force met bare human wrist, ripping meat from the bone and causing a spurt of blood to get in Albert's face from the pierced artery.

He spat it out immediately, coughing and sputtering has he rubbed the blood out of his eyes and tried to wipe his face with his shirt.

That finally got the thug to retract both his arms, causing them to simply resort to gunshots. Lots of gunshots.

Albert resorted to running on all fours like an animal. He was much faster this way and had a lower profile, and they were close enough to the police station that even the thugs had realized where he was going. They simply turned tail and ran as police sirens wailed.

Finally seeing fit to stop running, the exhausted, bloodied-up boy dropped down from the rooftop and onto his feet, handling the fall easily, and half-walked, half-staggered to the police station before collapsing onto the floor from his ordeal.

---

"We've identified what was on the USB drive in the kid's pocket."

"What?" the Police Chief said, looking up from his newspaper.

"Recordings. Audio and video. He'd apparently set up hidden cameras around his house. They got footage of the thugs extorting his family. Saying if they didn't pay them protection there'd be trouble. When they found the cameras, they tried to break in. That's why he ran. He managed to get a USB drive out of his house and ran for the police station. He panicked and didn't grab his phone, which is why he didn't just call 911. And..."

"And?"

"The thugs have ties to the DeFalco crime family. This kid might've given us a breakthrough and not even realized it."

The Chief smiled. "Sounds like he'd make a good hero in a few years. Did you get his name?"

"Yeah. Albert Engelhardt."

World of Light

Donnie

Word Count: 538

EXP: (14/40) + 13 (encounter reward + self-service reward) + 1 (word count) = 28/40

A lot happened. The Ent died, Jak shoved its spirit into Daxter of all people (about time he started pulling his weight around here, Donnie figured, though like with Blazermate he was worried about the obvious risks), and after some banter, they all hopped into the van to travel to the next objective. The second root of the Qliphoth.

What Donnie found interesting was that the bird bound to V could count as a demon. Usually, they were powered by visible Fel magic, but Donnie knew a bit about the arcane from his enchanting work, and he could detect no visible trace from V or his demons.

The metaphysics had to be different. It was the only explanation.

More concerning, though, was V's talk of the "underworld," like it was an alternate dimension with its own ecosystem. The Twisting Nether was the closest his world had to that, and it wasn't anything quite as complex as that, especially when the Nether's demon-making abilities turned out to be powered by Sargeras using Argus as a living battery, and Argus was dead now.

Clearly, Nero and Donnie had not been thinking of the same demons when he tried to show off his demon-slaying credentials. He doubted that these demons were originally space aliens, for one.

Which meant that he had jumped in blind. Excellent. This was a bad move.

In any event, as he waited in the van, he ate a travel ration and some water, and then walked up to Nico's shop, counting out a sizeable pile of gold and asking, "What can I get for a hundred gold coins? Do you have anything that would help a melee fighter like me?"

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Dammit, I can't jump out of a moving car! Donnie thought as the winged beings downed the flying machine above them. I should fly up there and stop them, but I can't because I'm in this van!

His heart sank as they ended up at some kind of building with the words "Police Station" written on it. There had were some survivors in there, and they had held off the hordes outside for some time, if they were still alive by this point...

Wait, was Blazermate doing what he thought she was?

...Yes. Yes she was in fact making the undead dance for her entertainment as a method of disaster relief.

He turned to Blazermate, somewhat bemused, but a bit taken aback by the whole thing. "Yes, we should check in there. It's not just a matter of finding new blood as it is rescuing survivors. We have a teleporter, we can send them to the Land of Adventure, and from there to World 1-1. It's safer over there."

In any event, he figured it was better to let the survivors come and investigate than just run up the doors of a heavily-fortified police station filled with jumpy, terrified defenders and refugees. They'd probably think he was infected or something anyway. He figured the dancing zombies would be enough of a change of pace to get them to come looking.

Unless, of course, everyone else moved in, in which case he'd obviously get out of the van like everyone else.