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All-Verse: The Initiative

If anything I took more inspiration from Devilman. Jojo wasn't even an inspiration.

All-Verse: The Initiative

@Ruler Inc Spirits merge with the Hosts, becoming single physical entities, rather than Stands which are psychic ghosts manifested of the user's willpower/ life energy.

Big difference fight me

All-Verse: The Initiative

Spiritverse

Spiritverse

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^{Supernatural, Urban Fantasy}

(Inspirations: Shin Megami Tensei, Devilman, OFF)

In most ways, the Spiritverse is identical to Earth.

But that's only if you don't look close enough.

This Earth is home to Spirits, intangible entities that draw power and sustenance from nature and emotions. An ancient willow, possibly the oldest living thing in the forest, houses a powerful Tree Spirit. A morgue filled with the dead ready to be incinerated houses both Death and Fire spirits.
Just as the physical world rapidly changes --the wilow is eventually cut down, the morgue becomes closed, so does the Spirit World. Most Spirits are either swept up in this chaos, spawning and dying with the turn of time, or they can resist this vicious snarl.
Spirits, normally intangible beings, are rather weak, and interacting with the physical world beyond inducing temporary emotions and slightly moving obstacles is very difficult. To bypass this flaw, Spirits have the ability to manifest physical forms.
The most common method is to create an Effigy, a physical form constructed out of inanimate matter. By doing this, the Spirit has a physical anchor that makes it a tangible being, able to interact with the world, defending itself and expanding it's influence. The Tree Spirit possesses the willow, able to lash it's roots and swing it's branches at any threats. Meanwhile the Death Spirit possesses a cadaver, going out to spread a wake of death for it's own greed, while the Fire Spirit commandeers a pile of ash and molds it into a moving pile of constant flame, spreading fire to an entire forest.
The other method is to possess sentient lifeforms, such as animals or more commonly, humans. By doing this the Spirit is gifted with a mortal flesh, which it can use to avoid the notice of hunters or other spirits, though it mixes its own will with the host, which has a wide variety of effects. Weak-willed humans become mere sheep clothing to the wolf of the Spirit, yet strong-willed humans are able to take full control over the Spirit. In the middle you have a majority of hosts, negotiating their own human lives while having to sate the Spirit's animalistic needs once in a while.
Yet once a Spirit creates an Effigy or merges into a Host, they become physical, meaning they can be killed if their vessel is destroyed or killed. While it is possible to survive destruction, it is extremely harmful, and all but the most durable of Spirits can avoid bring torn to wisps.
Most humans are ignorant to the existence of Spirits, but there are still many engaged with the matters of the Spirit World. Cults dedicated to empowering and serving specific Spirits, hunters that defend their communities from them and pursue them for sport. Occultists record and study the other world, versing themselves in rituals and archiving what they see. Shamans walk amongst both worlds, while Psychopomps ferry the Spirits of the dead.

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• Spirits - Spirits are intangible entities that feed off of nature and emotions. While a strong majority are harmless and never appear, still many choose to manifest Effigies to increase their own resonances, often at the detriment of humans.
• Shamans - A subspecies of humans with a degree of spiritual energy in them, be it from spirit-human unions, enlightenment, or sheer willpower. This enables them to battle Spirits that manifest, as well as interact with the ones that stay within the Spirit World.
• Hosts - Humans and other animals that are merged with Spirits, becoming half-man half-spirit abominations. What makes them dangerous is that they masquerade in human society, bringing an air of paranoia to those that protect them.

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All-Verse: The Initiative

Ajen Songsun

"I am Ajen. Heir to the Songsun House and Favored Child of Solarus."

[Ajen Songsun ⫻ ASNOGA ⫻ 22 ⫻ Lawful Neutral]

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"Of course, if you don't want to hurt your eyes."

Hair as gold as summer, skin gently kissed by the sun. Ajen looms at 6"3', with some muscle to his build, that betrays the extent his Aether is capable of pushing him to. Typically he chooses to wear simple but elegant clothing, befitting of his house. It's almost required to associate the mental image of him with the Zenith Edge, an Aether Weapon that he carries everywhere he goes.

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"Expect me to discard the title of 'Aspirant' soon enough."

You can't really make a saint out of people pampered from birth with the power to push around their peers. Due to his upbringing as one of the strongest Aether-bound Families, Ajen expects, no, demands a lot of respect nearly everywhere he goes, be it the untamed wilderness of Asnoga or even outside of his home reality.
He has high regard for tradition and customs, which he will pay out fairly but expect them to be paid in return. While he tries not to break any laws, he'll push them to their hinges and tries to find any loopholes as to not be "disrespectful".
As a Warrior, he's eager for a decent challenge and will jump at the first call to prove or test his own strength. When not active on any missions, he constantly seeks to train and harness his Aether, reaching even greater heights. However, this behavior stems from his own sense of responsibility of succeeding his Family, as well as his nearly psychological-inability to face defeat. If he loses a competition, he'll come up with no shortage of excuses as to why he lost, for both himself and the victor.

▼ BACKSTORY ▼

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"Grab a seat! And maybe a notepad, this is worth writing down. . ."

Not only was Ajen born to the Songsuns, one of the most powerful Houses in all of Asnoga whose Aether was bound to Solarus, but he was born on the Solarus Solstice Holiday, which is said to have only amplified his natural blood. He skyrocketed amongst his peers, having Aether with the potency of a skilled Asnogan by the time he was in school, and already the knowledge to use it. It seemed for a time he was naturally born for victory.
But that was only building him up to demolish him by the first time he tasted the sting of defeat.
Each year, on an Aether Solstice, each of the Houses associated with the respective Aether would receive a visit from that Aether's Avatar, the most powerful Asnogan of that specific flavor. More than confident in his own abilities, the 13-year-old Ajen challenged Ketz, the Avatar of Solarus, to single combat...
And lost miserably.
Regardless of his power and training, Ketz almost instantly vanquished Ajen, shattering his entire world up until that point. Only to make matter wose, Ketz had held back against the young Ajen, meaning he only experienced a sliver of his power. After that moment, Ajen took to constantly improving himself, spending his entire days cultivating his own strength and prowess in hopes of one day defeating the Avatar of Solarus and ripping his title away from him. His obsession with self-betterment has so much as driven him to find the Great Smith Avaan, who forged him the Zenith Point out of his own Aether.
He then went back to challenge Ketz again. But this time, Ketz would not show mercy to the adult Ajen. Anyone who faced just a fraction of his strength yet still came back to challenge him again was a fool. This time, Ajen only fared slightly better, yet was still no match for the Avatar of Solarus. He would have died, albeit with the respect of Ketz, were he not to be plucked out of his universe by Praxis several seconds before the final blow.

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"Where are you safe? Let's start with wherever the sun can't find you, then go from there."

Solar Aether - As a child marked by Solarus, Ajen has the ability to manipulate Solar Energy. He's able to absorb energy from the sunlight, which he can then unleash through fantastic and powerful effects. Asside from being able to become a walking flashlight, he can also heal wounds, shoot offensive rays, temporarily bolster his physical strength, and even create weapons out of pure energy. His signature technique is the Reign of Helios, a technique where he can create artificial spears of sunlight surrounding him, which will quickly fly towards and barrage the opponent. However this can be quite taxing if overused in a short period of time.

Zenith Edge - A spear forged out of pure Solarus. It's radiant tip allows it to simply melt through nearly any sort of physical armor, as well as burn the victim. It also serves as a crutch for Ajen's power, giving him a source of Solarus that he can manipulate into firing projectiles, reducing the personal Aether he would need to expend to do so.

Peak Condition - Ajen is in the top physical condition for a human. While not impressive outside the range of an average human, it does provide a good groundwork for his Solar Aether to work from.

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"Of course I have my limits! It wouldn't be fair otherwise."

Big Comfort Zone: Due to both his Aether prowess and personal upbringing, Ajen is incredibly arrogant and close-minded. His immediate solution to a problem he can't solve via force is to use more force, which hardly works in his favor. He relies too much on offensive abilities, refusing to learn how to use his Solarus Aether efficiently or in a more versatile way.

Daylight Savings: Like all other Solarus-born Asnogans, Ajens draws his power from sunlight, slowly absorbing Aether while basking in it. He doesn't regenerate any in the darkness, which combined with his reckless abandon for using flashy and extravagant techniques means he's hopeless in a battle of attrition. He also consumes Aether naturally, like food or water, meaning if he goes too long either underground or in a verse without sunlight, he'll gradually begin to run out of Aether. Once he loses Aether, his body will try to substitute with nutrients, causing Ajen to slowly atrophy and weaken until he eventually perishes.

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"Obviously, one world was too small for me."

Alena Tsum

"Hey."

[ALENA ⫻ SPIRITVERSE ⫻ 19 ⫻ TRUE NEUTRAL]

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"Jeez, who died?"

Alena stands at 6"1', weighing about 150 lbs. Asian-American, she has natural black blunt bangs, though chooses to dye them purple. Her eyes are a reddish orange, caused by spiritual mutation. Her frame is thin and small, and her skin is pale, giving the telltale sign that she's a shut-in.
Alena almost never dresses to impress. Most of her shirts are two-sizes too big, which she buries even more underneath a sweatshirt, which she decorates with charm pins. Usually she prefers to wear either a skirt or shorts, which her shirt usually drapes over anyway. On her legs she wears a sneakers, plus a single thigh-high on one leg. She also wears glasses and has several little talismans such as a hairclip, headband, or necklace, which provide little bonuses to her magic.

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"Well this sure isn't Kansas anymore."

It wouldn't be an insult to say Alena has the mannerisms of a cat. She's extremely unexpressive, and maintains the same monotone and tired voice in almost any situation. She's poor at communication, and spends almost all her time by herself. She's almost perpetually deprived of energy, wearing the same clothes for days on end and hardly making exceptions to social gatherings. She also has insomnia, which only worsens her already sour demeanor.
On the other hand, she's incredibly focused. She's dedicated to her work, and while not happily, she'll certainly try to provide any information or assistance to a task, so long as it doesn't imperil her and actually demands attention.

▼ BACKSTORY ▼

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"It all started when my mom tried to summon a demon in College. Well, 'tried' isn't quite the right word... Come to think of it neither is demon."

When Alena's mother was in College, she joined a sorority, where part of the initiation ritual was to try and summon a demon. At first, She thought it was just a dumb prank or symbolic ritual. How wrong she was. The ritual worked. It summoned forth a Spirit, which she had to make a bargain with in order to complete her initiation. The spirit offered the bargain of "Five Dollips of Silver, in exchange for the Fate of your firstspawn." Terrified and wanting to get the ritual over with, Alena's mother accepted quickly, receiving five a vial of liquid silver, though whatever price she had to pay would not come until long after.
The consequence of the bargain made Alena a Shaman, a human with spiritual abilities, by prospect of birth. She only became aware of her own abilities after she kicked a can, causing it to skyrocket and dent a stop sign. For the first few months she knew of her abilities, she only used it for petty crimes, such as robbing snacks from convenience stores or cheating. It's only after Jeffrey Harold, a local Shaman, caught her did she begin to learn the truth of the Spirit World as well as train her own abilities. He also took Alena as her apprentice, helping him protect their town from rogue Spirits, along with few other Shaman.
By the age of 19, she's become a sort of mission control figure, collecting and keeping tabs on information while trading with other occultists. That is, until she was plucked away by Praxis as a champion to balance the multiverse.

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"Try not to make me think on this too hard, pal."

Shamanic Perception - Alena has the ability to perceive Spirits, including both incorporeal Spirits as if they were real, as well as if an object is an Effigy or if a person is a Host. It also enables her to communicate with them, understanding their language and being able to speak it right back.

Iron Willpower - Alena has a talent for keeping cool under pressure. This makes it easier for her to remain focused in stressful situations, while also providing her with a resistance to fear and persuasion.

Spirit Magic - As a Shaman, Alena is able to manipulate her Soul, a latent reservoir of Spiritual energy. This enables her to perform fantastic feats that Spirits are capable of, known as Gifts. Yet the energy of her soul is finite, and using her Soul to power Gifts is akin to using your muscles to perform athletics. If she uses Gifts too much in a short span of time, it will strain and potentially even damage her soul. Yet just as muscles tear themselves and become stronger, continuously using Gifts makes them easier to use, as well as make them more effective.
Her specific "arsenal" of Gifts is rather straight forward, mimicking simple effects such as barriers of force or firing projectiles from her fingers. While compared to other Shamans this is less impressive or forceful, it allows her to converse her energy while accomplishing simple effects.

Catch - A simple Spirit Gift. Alena simply opens her palm, which erects a barrier of force, allowing her to resist any incoming attacks. The barrier itself is rather large, able of completely shielding her from a single direction. Resisting incoming forces requires spirit energy depending on the magnitude of the attack. So while bullets and punches can be easily deflected, tank rounds will require demanding effort to resist.

Missile - Alena shoots a single projectile, roughly akin to a bullet, from her fingertip. Each one is small and requires very little energy, but firing too many will gradually exhaust her. She can also choose to create bigger, more deadly projectiles, which cost more effort the more force she puts into it.

Fire Bomb - Alena cups a ball of spirit magic into her hand, which she can then hurl like a baseball, and will then explode like a grenade. However much energy she conserves into an attack determines how powerful it is, yet requires constant concentration to prevent from blowing up on her, which will only exhaust her even more. The more forceful a Bomb, the more concentration it takes to keep intact.

Mend - Alena channels energy into her fingertips, which will accelerate metabolism and regenerate dead cells. This allows her to heal allies with a physical touch. However this ability is not frequently used, making it more first-aid than a panacea. She can only heal surface wounds and fractured bones. If she pushes herself, she can maybe heal a broken bone or ruptured organ. If anything, it's still useful for patching herself up.

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"Oof, ow, my soul."

Spiritual Exhaustion - As Alena uses her abilities, it puts a strain on her soul, just as exercize strains the body or problem solving strains the mind. While her abilities have a range of effects depending on how much energy she exerts, doing so too much will strain her soul, causing Spiritual Exhaustion. Spiritual Exhaustion occurs when a Shaman's entire being is pushed to it's limit, making them more susceptible to supernatural effects. If Alena pushes to her absolute brink, she will permanently damage her soul, reducing her ability to use Spirit Magic effectively.

Poor Social Skills - Alena just has an issue communicating with others and conveying emotions, possibly from communicating with Spirits for too long. It's hard for her to make a lasting impression on others, and makes her have almost robotic manners.

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"No comment."

All-Verse: The Initiative

Ajen Songsun

"I am Ajen. Heir to the Songsun House and Favored Child of Solarus."

[Ajen Songsun ⫻ ASNOGA ⫻ 22 ⫻ Lawful Neutral]

▼ APPEARANCE ▼

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"Of course, if you don't want to hurt your eyes."

Hair as gold as summer, skin gently kissed by the sun. Ajen looms at 6"3', with some muscle to his build, that betrays the extent his Aether is capable of pushing him to. Typically he chooses to wear simple but elegant clothing, befitting of his house. It's almost required to associate the mental image of him with the Zenith Edge, an Aether Weapon that he carries everywhere he goes.

▼ PERSONALITY ▼

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"Expect me to discard the title of 'Aspirant' soon enough."

You can't really make a saint out of people pampered from birth with the power to push around their peers. Due to his upbringing as one of the strongest Aether-bound Families, Ajen expects, no, demands a lot of respect nearly everywhere he goes, be it the untamed wilderness of Asnoga or even outside of his home reality.
He has high regard for tradition and customs, which he will pay out fairly but expect them to be paid in return. While he tries not to break any laws, he'll push them to their hinges and tries to find any loopholes as to not be "disrespectful".
As a Warrior, he's eager for a decent challenge and will jump at the first call to prove or test his own strength. When not active on any missions, he constantly seeks to train and harness his Aether, reaching even greater heights. However, this behavior stems from his own sense of responsibility of succeeding his Family, as well as his nearly psychological-inability to face defeat. If he loses a competition, he'll come up with no shortage of excuses as to why he lost, for both himself and the victor.

▼ BACKSTORY ▼

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"Grab a seat! And maybe a notepad, this is worth writing down. . ."

Not only was Ajen born to the Songsuns, one of the most powerful Houses in all of Asnoga whose Aether was bound to Solarus, but he was born on the Solarus Solstice Holiday, which is said to have only amplified his natural blood. He skyrocketed amongst his peers, having Aether with the potency of a skilled Asnogan by the time he was in school, and already the knowledge to use it. It seemed for a time he was naturally born for victory.
But that was only building him up to demolish him by the first time he tasted the sting of defeat.
Each year, on an Aether Solstice, each of the Houses associated with the respective Aether would receive a visit from that Aether's Avatar, the most powerful Asnogan of that specific flavor. More than confident in his own abilities, the 13-year-old Ajen challenged Ketz, the Avatar of Solarus, to single combat...
And lost miserably.
Regardless of his power and training, Ketz almost instantly vanquished Ajen, shattering his entire world up until that point. Only to make matter wose, Ketz had held back against the young Ajen, meaning he only experienced a sliver of his power. After that moment, Ajen took to constantly improving himself, spending his entire days cultivating his own strength and prowess in hopes of one day defeating the Avatar of Solarus and ripping his title away from him. His obsession with self-betterment has so much as driven him to find the Great Smith Avaan, who forged him the Zenith Point out of his own Aether.
He then went back to challenge Ketz again. But this time, Ketz would not show mercy to the adult Ajen. Anyone who faced just a fraction of his strength yet still came back to challenge him again was a fool. This time, Ajen only fared slightly better, yet was still no match for the Avatar of Solarus. He would have died, albeit with the respect of Ketz, were he not to be plucked out of his universe by Praxis several seconds before the final blow.

▼ ABILITIES & EQUIPMENT ▼

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"Where are you safe? Let's start with wherever the sun can't find you, then go from there."

Solar Aether - As a child marked by Solarus, Ajen has the ability to manipulate Solar Energy. He's able to absorb energy from the sunlight, which he can then unleash through fantastic and powerful effects. Asside from being able to become a walking flashlight, he can also heal wounds, shoot offensive rays, temporarily bolster his physical strength, and even create weapons out of pure energy. His signature technique is the Reign of Helios, a technique where he can create artificial spears of sunlight surrounding him, which will quickly fly towards and barrage the opponent. However this can be quite taxing if overused in a short period of time.

Zenith Edge - A spear forged out of pure Solarus. It's radiant tip allows it to simply melt through nearly any sort of physical armor, as well as burn the victim. It also serves as a crutch for Ajen's power, giving him a source of Solarus that he can manipulate into firing projectiles, reducing the personal Aether he would need to expend to do so.

Peak Condition - Ajen is in the top physical condition for a human. While not impressive outside the range of an average human, it does provide a good groundwork for his Solar Aether to work from.

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"Of course I have my limits! It wouldn't be fair otherwise."

Big Comfort Zone: Due to both his Aether prowess and personal upbringing, Ajen is incredibly arrogant and close-minded. His immediate solution to a problem he can't solve via force is to use more force, which hardly works in his favor. He relies too much on offensive abilities, refusing to learn how to use his Solarus Aether efficiently or in a more versatile way.

Daylight Savings: Like all other Solarus-born Asnogans, Ajens draws his power from sunlight, slowly absorbing Aether while basking in it. He doesn't regenerate any in the darkness, which combined with his reckless abandon for using flashy and extravagant techniques means he's hopeless in a battle of attrition. He also consumes Aether naturally, like food or water, meaning if he goes too long either underground or in a verse without sunlight, he'll gradually begin to run out of Aether. Once he loses Aether, his body will try to substitute with nutrients, causing Ajen to slowly atrophy and weaken until he eventually perishes.

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"Obviously, one world was too small for me."

All-Verse: The Initiative

Carrying over my verse. Might get started on a second, but I'll deffo work on a champion.

Asnoga

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^Fantasy

Asnoga is a universe with a slightly weakened dimensional barrier, allowing aetherial energy of it's surrounding subrealms to seep into the realm, having a drastic effect on it. For this reason, most inhabitants of Asnoga are affected by it's surrounding celestial bodies, giving them a degree of mastery over it. Each human born is attuned to a specific flavor of aether, which is infused with their very being. Each aether is distinct, and can determine what set of abilities the Asnogan would be able to master.
Through training, it is possible to become attuned to two separate aethers, adopting another into your form, but choosing to specialize in two different ones prevents you from fully mastering either.

Solarus - Might, Flame, Exaltation, Greatness - Solarus is a symbol of power and command, their radiant power shining over the day. No mortal has the permission to look upon his blinding glory without their eyes being damaged, not even their own chosen.

Lunaro - Change, The Hunt, Nature, Stealth - When Solarus rests during the day, Lunaro resumes their watch, gazing over the night and providing a reprieve to Solarus's crushing presence. Just like her chosen, Lunaro constantly changes, shrinking and growing with each passing night.

Palladis - Fortitude, Purity, Medicine, Protection - Unlike Solarus, who rests for several hours, and Lunaro, who only appears in his absence, Palladis is always present. While not as large or powerful as Solarus, Palladis remains constantly in the sky as a bright sphere of light, symbolizing his chosen's vigilance and fortitude.

Venerem - Endurance, Humility, Wisdom, Exploration - To witness Venerem, one must venture away from the cluster of civilization. Only then is Venerem visible, a heartening and beautiful display of light that enlightens those who watch it. Most of Venerem's chosen appear in the fringe of civilization, where they may be able to witness it.

Abaddon - Death, Glutton, Ambition, Nothingness - Abaddon was once beautiful and grand, even more so than Solarus. But then they shattered, becoming a warped abomination of what they once were. Now Abaddon is an empty, null of a subrealm, seeking only to devour everything it can without relent.

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• Humans - Humans of this world have been tempered by the Aether that seeps into Asnoga, giving each one an affinity on birth. Outside of a few subracial families, whatever Aether a human is attuned with when they are born is completely random. Each human also has a birthmark of whatever Aether they possess, which grows in size and detail as they do.

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RP/Original Multiverse Concept/Discussion

Asnoga

▼ DESCRIPTION ▼

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^Fantasy

Asnoga is a universe with a slightly weakened dimensional barrier, allowing aetherial energy of it's surrounding subrealms to seep into the realm, having a drastic effect on it. For this reason, most inhabitants of Asnoga are affected by it's surrounding celestial bodies, giving them a degree of mastery over it. Each human born is attuned to a specific flavor of aether, which is infused with their very being. Each aether is distinct, and can determine what set of abilities the Asnogan would be able to master.
Through training, it is possible to become attuned to two separate aethers, adopting another into your form, but choosing to specialize in two different ones prevents you from fully mastering either.

Solarus - Might, Flame, Exaltation, Greatness - Solarus is a symbol of power and command, their radiant power shining over the day. No mortal has the permission to look upon his blinding glory without their eyes being damaged, not even their own chosen.

Lunaro - Change, The Hunt, Nature, Stealth - When Solarus rests during the day, Lunaro resumes their watch, gazing over the night and providing a reprieve to Solarus's crushing presence. Just like her chosen, Lunaro constantly changes, shrinking and growing with each passing night.

Palladis - Fortitude, Purity, Medicine, Protection - Unlike Solarus, who rests for several hours, and Lunaro, who only appears in his absence, Palladis is always present. While not as large or powerful as Solarus, Palladis remains constantly in the sky as a bright sphere of light, symbolizing his chosen's vigilance and fortitude.

Venerem - Endurance, Humility, Wisdom, Exploration - To witness Venerem, one must venture away from the cluster of civilization. Only then is Venerem visible, a heartening and beautiful display of light that enlightens those who watch it. Most of Venerem's chosen appear in the fringe of civilization, where they may be able to witness it.

Abaddon - Death, Glutton, Ambition, Nothingness - Abaddon was once beautiful and grand, even more so than Solarus. But then they shattered, becoming a warped abomination of what they once were. Now Abaddon is an empty, null of a subrealm, seeking only to devour everything it can without relent.

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• Humans - Humans of this world have been tempered by the Aether that seeps into Asnoga, giving each one an affinity on birth. Outside of a few subracial families, whatever Aether a human is attuned with when they are born is completely random. Each human also has a birthmark of whatever Aether they possess, which grows in size and detail as they do.

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RP/Original Multiverse Concept/Discussion

I like the 3rd idea, Multiverse being mashed together.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

(Cuz I need to finally get this plotline started)

Two street cleaners worked on the busy streets of the city; Well, one worked, the other leaned lazily on his litter collector, talking to the other one.

"It's all a scam, dude. We have to stand out here? Cleaning up trash? In the goddamn rain?" He asked, shrugging.

"Yeah, we do. That's called a job. Now why don't you do your job, and actually help me out? Get going over there." The hardworking cleaner pointed his stick behind his lazy counterpart, To which his partner shook his head as he trudged over to slavery. The two workers worked in silence, indifferent to the other, or the bustle of soldiers that came past them. Once they were alone, the lazy worker's stick hit the ground with a present thud. The other, annoyed, turned back to yell at him.

"Dude, Cmon! We have--"

The cleaner was shocked when he saw that his partner was nowhere to be found, the only trace of his presence being his cleaning equipment and his trash bag, which spilled onto the ground.

"Are you kidding me? Now's not the time for a fucking brea--"

Another thud. Not from a stick, but the lifeless body of the cleaner dropping from the building above. His skin was an unhealthy gray, and his body had almost no fat. He was a meat coated skeleton, with the only signs of life being his pitiful quivering and moaning, as he looked with sunken eyes towards his friend.

The cleaner stepped back in horror, bumping into something heavy behind him. Recoiling forward, he turned around quickly, and towering over him was an almost seven foot tall suit of armor, with a scorpion's tail gently waving behind it. It took a step forward, to which the cleaner panicked and raised his stick, pointing it's sharp end right at the armored man's face.

"S-Stay back! I-I'm warning you!" He shook slightly as he tried to maintain his hold on his composure. The man in armor casually grabbed the tip, yanked the man close, and then effortlessly bent the stick, curving it so the sharp end pointed directly at his face. Then he threw it to the side, ripping it out of the cleaner's grip with hardly any resistance. He then gripped his clawed hand on the top of the man's head, lifted him off the ground, and forcibly drained his life force from his body, watching as he went within seconds from a hollering, plump, bright-skinned middle aged man to a mumbling, discolored bag of bones, which he promptly dropped to the street below.

"This is unit 5, we have an eye on the target."

SYM-04 turned around, seeing a man pointing a rifle straight at SYM-04 with one hand, and using the other to grip a walky-talky, detailing their current position to the best of his ability, before the symbiote lunged forth and plunged his claws square into his chest before he could fire a bullet, rapidly draining his Ki before dropping his husk to the ground. With three victims, SYM-04 was ready.

He knew they were coming.

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"Awww little doggy. What's his name?" Calvin cooed, squatting over.

"Sir..." The pet store employee began, his voice being showcase of his instantly shattered will. "That's a female. Also, it's a turtle. Third, this is an aquarium. I think I'm just going to have to ask you to leave."

Calvin walked out of the aquarium. Was that Japanese for pet shop? He didn't know; No dog, no way to track down the fighting stadium. He decided to use his last resort:

Google Maps.

He stood in the middle of the sidewalk outside of the store, trying to find the stadium, completely oblivious to the firestorm of news that circled around on just on the display TV of the video store next door, much less any bit aware that he was just one block away from SYM-04's feast.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@lavulman

Rod was content to just sit there until either the rain stopped or SYM-04 showed his ugly mug on the radar. He didn't even notice some... Some... Some weird... guy? Some weird "guy" was talking to him. Atleast, Rod thought he was a guy. Their voice betrayed their otherwise feminine appearance.

"Well, you look absolutely ecstatic," they said, "were you hoping to melt away some stress".

What the hell was this guy doing asking if someone in a Hot Spring was there to get in the Hot Spring? Rod also noticed just how closely the strange guy was leaning towards him. Creep...

"No, I'm waiting for someone and then the goddamn sky started falling" Rod scoffed, "Now why don't you back off and I won't--"

BING. BING. BING.

The radar in Rod's belt started going crazy. SYM-04 was on the attack again! Rod stood up, gently shoved the drag queen out of his face, and stormed out of the building, following the radar's blinking red dot, which was the last location SYM-04 activated his Ki. Not too far from here. And what better time for it to have been raining? Rod stood on the sidewalk, which was dripping wet with the constant rainfall. The water around his shoes started flickering, beginning with just little sparks and flashes of light, though soon entire trails of electricity started dancing a short distance outward. Once the electricity was flowing strong, Rod slid quickly down the sidewalk, letting the electricity coming from his body pull himself along the wet concrete.

Yet unbeknownst to Rod, who had been quick to get out of there, he had left his cane that was crucial to his fighting style laid across his seat in the lobby at the hot springs.

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@Dragonmancer@Savo

Yet another Oni was shattered by Emmanuel's powerful fists. Yet he was beginning to overusing his power, and there were still far too many Oni to fight.

"Those of you can that fight and aren't occupied with ensuring the safety of innocents, rally by me!" a powerful voice cried.

In the center of the stadium, where he heard the voice boom, he saw three figures. One of which was a giant knight in armor, who was decimating waves of oni with fire and wind. Next was another knight, with armor that was much more polished and slender, with a scarf around their neck and a glass visor guarding their eyes. The third figure was--

A walking skeleton, animated by unholy energies! Was this monster contributing to the attack?

Emmanuel charged towards the center. Once he was within range, he channeled his divine energy into his fist, and then lunged forward toward the skeleton.

"Face me you fiend!" Emmanuel bellowed.