-awkward face- I guess we might have to figure out what is more advanced an AI at some point too.
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-curious face- He said he took the code for generating a digital representation of an AI that could talk. That sounds like he took from Archangel. -nods-
-curious face- Did your AI take from Archangel's codes? It did not go as unnoticed as he thinks if you did. -winks- She will be showing up. And not happy about it either.
Character you have created: Alicia Rhodes
Alias:The Empyrean
Speech Color: Goldenrod
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Alicia is not a nice person. From her earliest years she has been out for herself first with other people only a distant second when she thinks of them at all. Her power has also partially led to a god complex due to her abilities. She expects people to fawn on her and when people do not she becomes unpleasant and vindictive. Alicia is fairly clever and quick witted. Though she is far from a genius she takes a lot of precautions and always has layers upon a layers of safety nets.
Uniform/costume:
Origin Info/Details:
[Redacted] But I put some popular knowledge below. -nods-
Hero Type (Select one):
Shape Shifter
Power Level (Select one below):
C. World Level
Powers:
Allure: The Empyrean draws people like moths to a flame. People who look at her want to be close to her and find themselves having a hard time with the idea of acting to hurt her. If you can not see her you are unaffected by her aura. If the light she emits is completely blocked out her allure does not function.
Cloning: If the Empyrean touches a person she can grow clones of that person complete with a set of similar super-human abilities if the subject was a super-human. Her clones retain up to all their memories depending on how long she was in contact with the person being cloned, skills, and physical features but their personalities are often very different and always include a fanatical devotion and loyalty towards her. She can grow two clones at once, one from each of her hands and it takes about a minute to grow one. She can with effort control what sort of clothing they are spawned with if any.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Above-Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Large
Weaknesses: Alicia has to make contact with a person again before she clones them a second time or else the resulting clones start to have defects and flaws.
Supporting Characters:
Her clone minions. There are a lot of them.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: I do.
Sample Post:
"Welcome to your new life." Her voice was seductive and alluring. "I have fashioned you, built you up, for this." Her glow was intense. It made looking at her face as she spoke difficult as she leaned over the shuddering flesh of the newly born clone. And in the blurry eyes of the newly born clone she could see the adoration already beginning to grow. "I have chosen to grant you the gift of life in my service. All I ask in return is your loyalty."
The clone slowly nodded. And as he did her hand touched him again, banishing the grogginess and spreading a fire as the cloning process completed. A costume formed as well, a reflection of what the original hero had worn before he had been abducted and copied. "Rise..." Her resonant and beautiful voice commanded and the man rose.
"Show me your power." She commanded again and the man raised an arm. Fire bloomed around his hand and then began to rush up and down in a frenzied motion. After a moment the woman spoke again. "Enough. Your power will suffice." Her smile was not so beautiful as the glow faded away and she looked human once more. "Immolate yourself." Immediately the man burst into flames and began to scream as he burnt to a crisp.
The woman turned away from the clone with her unpleasant smile on her face and one of her hands reached over to the table beside her where a frozen arm sat in a tray of ice. "It seems they don't have to be alive." The Empyrean spoke as if she was musing.
Alias:The Empyrean
Speech Color: Goldenrod
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Alicia is not a nice person. From her earliest years she has been out for herself first with other people only a distant second when she thinks of them at all. Her power has also partially led to a god complex due to her abilities. She expects people to fawn on her and when people do not she becomes unpleasant and vindictive. Alicia is fairly clever and quick witted. Though she is far from a genius she takes a lot of precautions and always has layers upon a layers of safety nets.
Uniform/costume:
Origin Info/Details:
[Redacted] But I put some popular knowledge below. -nods-
The Empyrean
Classification: Villain
Watchlist Rating: 22
Status: At Large
Civilian Identity: Unknown
Powers:
Mental Suggestions (Suspected)
Self Illumination (Confirmed)
Duplication (Suspected)
Power Bestowal (Suspected)
Warning: The Empyrean should be considered extremely dangerous. The full extent of her abilities are not known and her actions seem random. Encounters between the Empyrean and law enforcement as well as other superhumans almost always involves civilian casualties. Avoiding her is advised.
Hero Type (Select one):
Shape Shifter
Power Level (Select one below):
C. World Level
Powers:
Allure: The Empyrean draws people like moths to a flame. People who look at her want to be close to her and find themselves having a hard time with the idea of acting to hurt her. If you can not see her you are unaffected by her aura. If the light she emits is completely blocked out her allure does not function.
Cloning: If the Empyrean touches a person she can grow clones of that person complete with a set of similar super-human abilities if the subject was a super-human. Her clones retain up to all their memories depending on how long she was in contact with the person being cloned, skills, and physical features but their personalities are often very different and always include a fanatical devotion and loyalty towards her. She can grow two clones at once, one from each of her hands and it takes about a minute to grow one. She can with effort control what sort of clothing they are spawned with if any.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Above-Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Large
Weaknesses: Alicia has to make contact with a person again before she clones them a second time or else the resulting clones start to have defects and flaws.
Supporting Characters:
Her clone minions. There are a lot of them.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: I do.
Sample Post:
"Welcome to your new life." Her voice was seductive and alluring. "I have fashioned you, built you up, for this." Her glow was intense. It made looking at her face as she spoke difficult as she leaned over the shuddering flesh of the newly born clone. And in the blurry eyes of the newly born clone she could see the adoration already beginning to grow. "I have chosen to grant you the gift of life in my service. All I ask in return is your loyalty."
The clone slowly nodded. And as he did her hand touched him again, banishing the grogginess and spreading a fire as the cloning process completed. A costume formed as well, a reflection of what the original hero had worn before he had been abducted and copied. "Rise..." Her resonant and beautiful voice commanded and the man rose.
"Show me your power." She commanded again and the man raised an arm. Fire bloomed around his hand and then began to rush up and down in a frenzied motion. After a moment the woman spoke again. "Enough. Your power will suffice." Her smile was not so beautiful as the glow faded away and she looked human once more. "Immolate yourself." Immediately the man burst into flames and began to scream as he burnt to a crisp.
The woman turned away from the clone with her unpleasant smile on her face and one of her hands reached over to the table beside her where a frozen arm sat in a tray of ice. "It seems they don't have to be alive." The Empyrean spoke as if she was musing.
-curious face- Is cloning things possible?
-curious face- Can a disease use light and life? It's a disease because it is contagious and I do not know what else to call it. But it is not harmful.
-curious face- Is all disease part of Dark/Life, or is some just Life?
-curious face- What are some suggestions for light and life? -waves and happy face- And Hi!
-curious face- Could there be space for me? -hopeful face-
-nervous face- The very light blue is me.
-nervous face- The very light blue is me.The labyrinth was vast and desolate but over the long windy passages and dusty corridors the poet's voice travelled a long way. The sweet words travelled all the way to the central chamber where the largest piece of Emyra writhed in the tormented agony of waiting. She had often heard this voice before drifting hauntingly through the maze that made up her home. But she had never found the one who spoke these words and called to her with such devotion. Something was different this time and the words did not echo from all directions like they normally did. She could find the one who spoke this time. Maybe he would be the one she sought? There had been one before, but he had turned on her after their embrace and Emyra did not know if he was truly the one.
Coils of flesh heaved and shifted as the lonely one detached a piece of herself. She had a humanoid torso and upper body above a writhing mass of coiling and molten flesh. The tiny piece of Emyra, still massive compared to a human, slowly began to slide towards the one corridor that led into the center of the Labyrinth. Her humanoid mouth opened and she began to sing a wordless song of loneliness, loss, and desire, the bewitching song that drew so many of the lost in the Labyrinth ever deeper in search of her.
She could still hear the words and it was not hard for her to decide where they came from. The piece of her reached the corner and disappeared as she transported herself away from the hidden room at the center of the maze.
Emyra appeared in a large room where many different paths collided and then split apart again like a wheel. Her body oozed forward on long tentacles and appendages of flesh while the human part of her kept up the haunting song. She saw the one who had called out to her and moved that way. Her humanoid part lowered and the rest of her fanned out in waves to encircle the man who did not run.
"Brave soul who fears not, join me in my embrace." Emyra's human portion's arms reached out to enfold the man even as the rest of her began to close as if to engulf him.
Coils of flesh heaved and shifted as the lonely one detached a piece of herself. She had a humanoid torso and upper body above a writhing mass of coiling and molten flesh. The tiny piece of Emyra, still massive compared to a human, slowly began to slide towards the one corridor that led into the center of the Labyrinth. Her humanoid mouth opened and she began to sing a wordless song of loneliness, loss, and desire, the bewitching song that drew so many of the lost in the Labyrinth ever deeper in search of her.
She could still hear the words and it was not hard for her to decide where they came from. The piece of her reached the corner and disappeared as she transported herself away from the hidden room at the center of the maze.
Emyra appeared in a large room where many different paths collided and then split apart again like a wheel. Her body oozed forward on long tentacles and appendages of flesh while the human part of her kept up the haunting song. She saw the one who had called out to her and moved that way. Her humanoid part lowered and the rest of her fanned out in waves to encircle the man who did not run.
"Brave soul who fears not, join me in my embrace." Emyra's human portion's arms reached out to enfold the man even as the rest of her began to close as if to engulf him.
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