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The Return of Magic - An Intro

Location: 66 Mystic Lane, MA

Interaction:

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“Badum bababadum. Badum bababadum. Ooooooooooo, badum.” Xan was drumming the edge of his steering wheel in time with the beat of the song playing on the radio. A wireless receiver was plugged into the center dash, connecting his phone to a radio station on the console. He sang to himself, swaying and bopping as he drove down the near empty road. The music stopped. After a moment of silence, the voice of a woman, speaking much louder than the music that was playing before.

“In one mile, turn left.” The sound of fast paced drums and complicated guitar rifts began to play through the speakers once again. Xan turned down the volume as he looked more closely up ahead. The road was surrounded by pretty much nothing. There were acres of land between anything man-made. He peered at his phone mounted next to the center console. The dimmed screen just before going back to sleep displayed a map of the surrounding area only had one square at a time. If each square was a building, there really wasn’t much around. All he could see was the yellow line of road and the light shade of green of for the empty space between.

“In 200 ft, turn left, 666 Mystic Lane.” Xan chuckled as he saw his turn come up. 666 Mystic Lane, that was definitely not a coincidence. Whoever the benefactor was had a sense of humor. He thought it was funny once he finally absorbed the possibilities the letter propositioned. He thought it was still funny now. It made him all the more eager to meet the benefactor. Even if it turned out to be nothing but a farce, this was something he wanted to check out.

Xan had left the hotel he was staying at just an hour ago. He kept the room, just in case he’d need to return. The whole trip across the country to get here took him four days. Xan took several stops. If he was going to drive across the entire continental united states, he’d might as well make it an adventure. Besides, there wasn’t a date on the letter, so it wasn’t like he would be late. Even if the letter threatened potential danger, he survived this long. What was a few more days? It’s not like he’d be hunted that quickly between receiving the letter and him decided to take it up on the offer. If it was that urgent, there would have been a date, or a time to meet, or something else less ambiguous.

Xan saw his turn quickly approaching. He sharply turned the wheel, barely pressing down on the brake. The car groaned at the sudden change in direction, threatening to ride two wheels. The tires squealed as they barely clung to the asphalt. Having successfully prevented a roll over, Xan continued to drive down the drive way. If the map was to be believed, the actual house wouldn't be fore another short while. Gravel crunched underneath the tires as the large yellow hummer drove along the winding path. Xan could feel just how little care the driveway received. It was riddled with potholes, and Xan could feel most of them. Either side of the pavement was covered in plant life and weeds. If that wasn’t enough, most of them were dead. Xan thought magic would have made keeping up the yard work a breeze.

One final turn along the winding driveway and the residence had come into view. Xan was not terribly surprised to see the state it was in. The condition of the long driveway was more than enough of a teaser of what to expect. What had surprised him though was the gathering of people outside the door. Xan’s first thought was that one or all of them was the benefactor, but he quickly overruled that. Of course Xan would not be the first or only magician to somehow resurface, if the letter was to be believed. So then he questioned how everyone would have been here the same day, or even at the same time. For the last hundred feet or so as he circled in front of the house, he couldn’t think of an answer. He concluded that it must have been one of those magic things. He pressed down on the brake, the car coming to a stop near the few others already there.

"Arrived."

Xan opened the door and took a step down, looking up at the dilapidated building ahead of him. Xan guessed in the interest of humor, the benefactor grabbed the first building available that had such a theme accurate address. Either that or he didn’t have time to fix up the place before he and everyone else arrived. He closed the door to his hummer behind him, locking it with his fob. He walked up to the group who seemed huddled near the front door, but it didn’t look like any of them were interested in trying the door. As he approached he waved. He was dressed black slacks, black sneakers, and a dark gray sweatshirt. His hair was over his eyes, and the shadows of the nearby trees partially hid his figure.

“Greetings, my comrades. I can see that I was not the only one to receive such an invitation. Tell me, why hasn’t anyone tried the door?” he spoke in a low voice, but loud enough for the group to hear. He walked methodically, as if he purposefully tried to appear threatening. As Xan came upon them, the light lifted and he smiled. “How awesome that it’s not just me. You are here because of magic, yeah? Why are we chilling out here, and not inside? That guy over there is already at the door, lets not leave him to enter by himself, yeah?”

The Return of Magic - An Intro

Shadow Patron

Xan Yale

"Sorry about the noise, it’s become a habit to be quirky"

Name: Xan Yale

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Appearance:
A tall man standing at a height of 6’3”. He has an athletic physique. He has pale skin color despite being out doors often. He has long black hair with bangs that often covers his eyes. His eyes are brown. He does not have any tattoos or piercings. His manner of dress is usually monochromatic colors such as black, white, and various shades of gray. He wears long sleeve shirts, and pants regardless of the weather and doesn’t seemed bothered by hot sunny temperatures. However, if he is doing an outdoor activity, he will dress appropriately. Until he approaches and interacts with someone (which is usually how it goes), he may come across as scary looking.

Personality:

Friendly ~ excluded ~ eager

Xan is confident in his skills and puts in the effort when it comes to work and education. He is a quick study and picks up the nuances of whatever skill he is training quite easily. He is friendly most of the time, and likes working with people. Unfortunately, he has a hard time maintaining friendships and acquaintanceship because of his odd quirks and dark sense of humor. He will often say something or do something spontaneously for the fun of it. He doesn’t expect a response, it’s just something he had grown accustomed to doing. He also is not one to shy away from the grotesque, disturbing, and horror. He would look at something tragic and ponder on how it occurred as opposed to why. He’d still feel sympathy for the victims, but his interest would lie in the offender’s thought process and strategy. A lot of times, he will combine these two traits of his and say something mildly concerning. Despite being spoken to by concerned authority, he was found harmless if just a little off putting. He is aware of this habit, and will attempt to suppress it to be cordial, but he enjoys the small bits of fun he gets from doing it. He is of the mindset that he doesn’t need to change, he just needs to find company who would enjoy his peculiar quirks.

History:
Xan grew up in a wealthy household in the state of California. His father was an investment broker, and had earned a lot of money though stocks, bonds, and mutual funds. His step mother worked as a software developer. His birth mother worked as a lead medical professor at a university out of state. As a result from his family’s success, Xan always found himself taken care of. Anything he needed was provided, and if his parents were never around, Xan could talk with the servant that his parents had hired. He grew up attending private schools, participating in several after school activities, and was able learn skills such as horse riding and various sports. He didn’t think himself better for his parents’ success, but he held a certain pride about it. He was not one to hide away his advantages from it.

Xan’s parents divorced when he was thirteen. Even though they claimed they had fallen out of love, he knew that it wasn’t amicable. He heard the fighting when they thought he could on the other side of their fairly large house. This left Xan feeling alone. It didn’t that his father remarried a year later, and his mother moved out of state. In order to cope, he found himself wanting to spend more time in the after school activities, playing sports, or even trying to help engineer a robot that could put a ring on a hook six feet off the ground. He wasn’t oblivious to that either. He could see that outside of mandatory interactions that people were keeping away from him. He always found himself in the corner of the room, or the end of the bench, obscured by shadows of the near wall, where light took the longest to reach.

Having enough of being excluded, Xan started to be more assertive. He discovered that some odd behavior quirks would get a response and so he started with it. He was more open about his interests. He was still aware that people were not really friends, but as acquaintances, he was not as much of an outcast. He was known as the weird kid in the shadows. At the same time, he was known to be friendly, and easy to talk to when you get over how distant he appears initially. He had to be the one to initiate conversations most of the time, but it was enough to make more of a connection with people.

After he graduated, Xan stayed home rather than attend university. Despite having a taste for a variety of activities, and even keeping up with a few, he didn’t have an urge one way or another towards any of them. He thought about it, about what he’d like to do. Of course his father suggested a career like a doctor or lawyer. His step mother offered a position at her tech firm. Xan turned it down. Instead, for the next few years he spent his time at home, going on road trips, or even going out of the country for a few months. He’d still apply to university to make his parents happy, but never had a motivation to go. It wasn’t until one day where things started to click and Xan was more invested in his future.

After a game of tennis with some of the people he managed to maintain a friendship, he said something that Xan never pondered until now. The first was about how hot it was, and the second was about how it always seemed the shade followed Xan. In an effort to prove his friend wrong, more out of playfulness, he pointed to the shade they were standing in and then followed it up to the tree it was coming from. At a glance, it looked like any normal shadow, but Xan could see how much the shade went out of the way to block the sun for him. He could see the glare of the sun while still in the cooler shade of the tree. Normally, the sun would be positioned behind the tree, so this alone was odd. But then he questioned the first comment. Xan couldn’t remember the last time he felt hot. He was always at a comfortable temperature. Playing aside, Xan tested this by stepping out of the shadow into the sun. He could feel the sun’s heat, but he didn’t feel hot. At the same time, the shade he was just sitting in slowly traveled across the ground to be more appropriate. His friend never noticed this change, but Xan was confident of what he saw. He ended the game early and went home.

Xan stood in his backyard courtyard. He walked across the yard, trying to pay attention if any of the shadows would follow him. None of them did. He attempted a couple more times and again, none of them did. Thinking that perhaps he got some kind of heat stroke, maybe a version that tricks the brain into thinking it’s not hot, he sat on a bench in the shade and started scrolling his phone. An hour later, he gave up. He sat back in the breeze. After standing to go back inside, he noticed it. The shadows of the other trees shifted with the sun. At the angle they were, his bench should have been in the sun as well. He found the shade he was sitting in was the only shadow that did not shift with the sun’s position. Having become aware of it, the shadow began to slowly move to its correct position. Something other worldly was definitely happening. He just needed to figure out a way on how to control it, if he could.

Xan started to work with at his step mother’s tech firm. He took some classes at the local college to get the education to at least start some basic work within the company. He did it mainly to appease his parents, but his interest was more towards developing what power he had. He’d practice at the firm whenever no one was looking. It was there he learned that he could also make things colder. Some coworkers complained of a chill when they walked by Xan, complaining the climate control was unbalanced. Not knowing the extent of his ability, he thought he got pretty good at controlling it. However, something nagged at him. He felt like he could do better.

Xan checked his mail and found an odd note. He’d put it off as a joke except he knew of the magic he’d been playing with for less than half a year. How someone else found out was beyond him. He wasn’t being as careful as he could be, but whenever it practiced, he was alone. And whenever he tried to mess with the shadows of another, he at least tried to make sure no one else was around. He picked up the letter again, and then the bank card. Xan wasn’t one to skip out on an activity he thought would be fun. If anything the least he’d get out of it was another road trip. Leaving the firm one day, Xan packed his bags and decided that another cross country road trip was over due.

Equipment:

- Smartphone
- Laptop
- Smartwatch
- Carbon competitive crossbow and accompanying bolts
- Clothes
- Charging cables
- Back up battery pack
- headphones
- wallet with bank cards
- Tennis racket
- Hummer H2
- Spare five gallon gas canister

Magic:

Shadow Ice
Xan has the power to control shadows and build upon absence of light. He can also drastically reduce the temperature of areas he is affecting.

Currently, Xan can maintain a cool body temperature within hot environments. He can bend existing shadows to any new position he wants. Generally, the shadow cannot stretch much father than what was originally projected by the light source casting it. He also cannot change its shape too much. He can alter the shape of his own shadow into vaguely different shapes, and hide himself nigh invisible in a well shaded area. He can also chill an area with a shadow, but cannot really freeze anything, yet.

Using his power is a battle of concentration and aptitude. Shadows bend to his will but will revert if his thoughts wander. If he is engulfing himself or others within a shadow, he can lose his eye sight, ability to move, and become absorbed physically in shadow, lost in a void of concealed light. Also while he can cool himself, he cannot warm himself, so if temperatures remain cold for too long, he risks hypothermia.

Ideally with enough training and practice, he would be able to build a domain of frozen darkness. He would be able to shadow step, standing in one shadow and appearing in another. Lastly, he would be able to interact with the physical world using only its or another’s shadows.

The Return of Magic - An Intro

Shadow Patron

Xan Yale

"Sorry about the noise, it’s become a habit to be quirky"

Name: Xan Yale

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Appearance:
A tall man standing at a height of 6’3”. He has an athletic physique. He has pale skin color despite being out doors often. He has long black hair with bangs that often covers his eyes. His eyes are brown. He does not have any tattoos or piercings. His manner of dress is usually monochromatic colors such as black, white, and various shades of gray. He wears long sleeve shirts, and pants regardless of the weather and doesn’t seemed bothered by hot sunny temperatures. However, if he is doing an outdoor activity, he will dress appropriately. Until he approaches and interacts with someone (which is usually how it goes), he may come across as scary looking.

Personality:

Friendly ~ excluded ~ eager

Xan is confident in his skills and puts in the effort when it comes to work and education. He is a quick study and picks up the nuances of whatever skill he is training quite easily. He is friendly most of the time, and likes working with people. Unfortunately, he has a hard time maintaining friendships and acquaintanceship because of his odd quirks and dark sense of humor. He will often say something or do something spontaneously for the fun of it. He doesn’t expect a response, it’s just something he had grown accustomed to doing. He also is not one to shy away from the grotesque, disturbing, and horror. He would look at something tragic and ponder on how it occurred as opposed to why. He’d still feel sympathy for the victims, but his interest would lie in the offender’s thought process and strategy. A lot of times, he will combine these two traits of his and say something mildly concerning. Despite being spoken to by concerned authority, he was found harmless if just a little off putting. He is aware of this habit, and will attempt to suppress it to be cordial, but he enjoys the small bits of fun he gets from doing it. He is of the mindset that he doesn’t need to change, he just needs to find company who would enjoy his peculiar quirks.

History:
Xan grew up in a wealthy household in the state of California. His father was an investment broker, and had earned a lot of money though stocks, bonds, and mutual funds. His step mother worked as a software developer. His birth mother worked as a lead medical professor at a university out of state. As a result from his family’s success, Xan always found himself taken care of. Anything he needed was provided, and if his parents were never around, Xan could talk with the servant that his parents had hired. He grew up attending private schools, participating in several after school activities, and was able learn skills such as horse riding and various sports. He didn’t think himself better for his parents’ success, but he held a certain pride about it. He was not one to hide away his advantages from it.

Xan’s parents divorced when he was thirteen. Even though they claimed they had fallen out of love, he knew that it wasn’t amicable. He heard the fighting when they thought he could on the other side of their fairly large house. This left Xan feeling alone. It didn’t that his father remarried a year later, and his mother moved out of state. In order to cope, he found himself wanting to spend more time in the after school activities, playing sports, or even trying to help engineer a robot that could put a ring on a hook six feet off the ground. He wasn’t oblivious to that either. He could see that outside of mandatory interactions that people were keeping away from him. He always found himself in the corner of the room, or the end of the bench, obscured by shadows of the near wall, where light took the longest to reach.

Having enough of being excluded, Xan started to be more assertive. He discovered that some odd behavior quirks would get a response and so he started with it. He was more open about his interests. He was still aware that people were not really friends, but as acquaintances, he was not as much of an outcast. He was known as the weird kid in the shadows. At the same time, he was known to be friendly, and easy to talk to when you get over how distant he appears initially. He had to be the one to initiate conversations most of the time, but it was enough to make more of a connection with people.

After he graduated, Xan stayed home rather than attend university. Despite having a taste for a variety of activities, and even keeping up with a few, he didn’t have an urge one way or another towards any of them. He thought about it, about what he’d like to do. Of course his father suggested a career like a doctor or lawyer. His step mother offered a position at her tech firm. Xan turned it down. Instead, for the next few years he spent his time at home, going on road trips, or even going out of the country for a few months. He’d still apply to university to make his parents happy, but never had a motivation to go. It wasn’t until one day where things started to click and Xan was more invested in his future.

After a game of tennis with some of the people he managed to maintain a friendship, he said something that Xan never pondered until now. The first was about how hot it was, and the second was about how it always seemed the shade followed Xan. In an effort to prove his friend wrong, more out of playfulness, he pointed to the shade they were standing in and then followed it up to the tree it was coming from. At a glance, it looked like any normal shadow, but Xan could see how much the shade went out of the way to block the sun for him. He could see the glare of the sun while still in the cooler shade of the tree. Normally, the sun would be positioned behind the tree, so this alone was odd. But then he questioned the first comment. Xan couldn’t remember the last time he felt hot. He was always at a comfortable temperature. Playing aside, Xan tested this by stepping out of the shadow into the sun. He could feel the sun’s heat, but he didn’t feel hot. At the same time, the shade he was just sitting in slowly traveled across the ground to be more appropriate. His friend never noticed this change, but Xan was confident of what he saw. He ended the game early and went home.

Xan stood in his backyard courtyard. He walked across the yard, trying to pay attention if any of the shadows would follow him. None of them did. He attempted a couple more times and again, none of them did. Thinking that perhaps he got some kind of heat stroke, maybe a version that tricks the brain into thinking it’s not hot, he sat on a bench in the shade and started scrolling his phone. An hour later, he gave up. He sat back in the breeze. After standing to go back inside, he noticed it. The shadows of the other trees shifted with the sun. At the angle they were, his bench should have been in the sun as well. He found the shade he was sitting in was the only shadow that did not shift with the sun’s position. Having become aware of it, the shadow began to slowly move to its correct position. Something other worldly was definitely happening. He just needed to figure out a way on how to control it, if he could.

Xan started to work with at his step mother’s tech firm. He took some classes at the local college to get the education to at least start some basic work within the company. He did it mainly to appease his parents, but his interest was more towards developing what power he had. He’d practice at the firm whenever no one was looking. It was there he learned that he could also make things colder. Some coworkers complained of a chill when they walked by Xan, complaining the climate control was unbalanced. Not knowing the extent of his ability, he thought he got pretty good at controlling it. However, something nagged at him. He felt like he could do better.

Xan checked his mail and found an odd note. He’d put it off as a joke except he knew of the magic he’d been playing with for less than half a year. How someone else found out was beyond him. He wasn’t being as careful as he could be, but whenever it practiced, he was alone. And whenever he tried to mess with the shadows of another, he at least tried to make sure no one else was around. He picked up the letter again, and then the bank card. Xan wasn’t one to skip out on an activity he thought would be fun. If anything the least he’d get out of it was another road trip. Leaving the firm one day, Xan packed his bags and decided that another cross country road trip was over due.

Equipment:

- Smartphone
- Laptop
- Smartwatch
- Carbon competitive crossbow and accompanying bolts
- Clothes
- Charging cables
- Back up battery pack
- headphones
- wallet with bank cards
- Tennis racket
- Hummer H2
- Spare five gallon gas canister

Magic:

Shadow Ice
Xan has the power to control shadows and build upon absence of light. He can also drastically reduce the temperature of areas he is affecting.

Currently, Xan can maintain a cool body temperature within hot environments. He can bend existing shadows to any new position he wants. Generally, the shadow cannot stretch much father than what was originally projected by the light source casting it. He also cannot change its shape too much. He can alter the shape of his own shadow into vaguely different shapes, and hide himself nigh invisible in a well shaded area. He can also chill an area with a shadow, but cannot really freeze anything, yet.

Using his power is a battle of concentration and aptitude. Shadows bend to his will but will revert if his thoughts wander. If he is engulfing himself or others within a shadow, he can lose his eye sight, ability to move, and become absorbed physically in shadow, lost in a void of concealed light. Also while he can cool himself, he cannot warm himself, so if temperatures remain cold for too long, he risks hypothermia.

Ideally with enough training and practice, he would be able to build a domain of frozen darkness. He would be able to shadow step, standing in one shadow and appearing in another. Lastly, he would be able to interact with the physical world using only its or another’s shadows.

The Return of Magic - The intro

I’ma toss my interest in. As far as character concepts, for a power I thinking shadows and ice. When you feel that chill in the night like there lies something in the shadows.

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Soft interest. I like the premise, but have no knowledge of the franchise it’s based on. For vehicles, would we be designing our own or using existing machines?

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Location: Unknown Open Field, Testing Grounds

Interaction: @Dead Cruiser, @XoXKieroBombXoX, @Mintz

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Even with the increased fire power brought upon absorbing the very flames the techadons had unleashed, Houndoom was still unable to much damage. Unlike the large one’s smaller counterparts, this one was indeed made of either more durable or thicker plating. Such armor allowed its internal circuitry to remain within operational temperatures without fail. Where the smaller had to sever its own arm to survive, this one was impervious. Even from the distance Cyrus was standing, he could see that the most he was doing was softening the armor, if even that.

Shortly after the flames had died down, the one called Driscoll, the forever king, took charge and drove a blade that he was not wielding before now into the base of the neck. Cyrus could tell Driscoll was struggling against the mechanical working of their colossal foe. Impressive engineering this machine was capable of distributing the heat and energy output of fire and plasma. At this point, Cyrus resided himself to having done all he could. At least all he could unless he released those two. If it came to that, Cyrus would wait until every other option was exhausted.

Cyrus’s thoughts were interrupted when the ground began shaking again. Rhythmic thumps shook the ground. Strains of more metal accompanied the beat. Had the cursed plains sent another mechanical adversary to do battle against Cyrus and his new found abduction compatriots? Not by the air, but by land, were they to expect another larger machine? Quickly, Cyrus had in his hand another ball. Similar to the one that contained his fiery canine, Houndoom. Before he released what was contained inside, he looked puzzled as the new machine began to beat upon what Cyrus thought was its ally. It seemed to have caught the others off guard as well. Driscoll briefly halted his attack. Houndoom leapt off the large techadon and began circling the tyrantrum-shaped machine, barking at it with bits of fire and embers. It didn’t take long for the others to cease questioning the loyalty of the second machine instead refocusing to dispatching the downed one.

With new found power in which Driscoll hadn’t displayed before now, he managed to rip off the head of the techadon. Cyrus wasn’t in the best position to see what had taken place, yet he still questioned why this power wasn’t employed earlier. It didn’t matter much anymore. Cyrus’s attention immediately went to the bipedal mechanical dinosaur. He expected it to start engaging them as well, but was bemused when it became passive. Even more so when it obeyed Driscoll’s command. Whatever it was, it was unlike the war-machines earlier. The numerous differences were now more apparent with the threat to Cyrus’s life over. The only similarity was their artificial construction. Cautious, but no longer concerned with the new comer, Cyrus looked towards where Dricoll turned his attention.

Off a ways from their current position, but close enough at least one of those present should have noticed was some kind of window or arch. Surely it wasn’t there the whole time Cyrus questioned. Aside from the variety of persona and physique of the others brought to this place, anything else that rose above the flat vastness of the plain should have been noticeable. Shortly after seeing it, a swirl of color and shapes filled the interior space. A portal. This one reminded Cyrus of the warp panels from his HQ at Veilstone City. Similar enough to see a comparison, but vastly different. Cyrus wasn’t the only one either. Driscoll approached it and after a brief pause to comment, walked on through.

Wherever that portal leads didn’t matter to Cyrus. It was a means to excape the plains, and that was enough for now. Houndoom returned to Cyrus’s side, panting as the fire it had built up disipated. Its eyes ceased glowing and the heat that surrounded it had died down. It returned to a state where anyone else observing the beast wouldn’t be able to tell it was capable of breathing fire. Cyrus pulled out a ball. Half red and white and held it pointing the clasp to the hell hound.

“Return” one single word. A white blue beam escaped from the clasp of the ball, enveloping the beast in its glow. In mere moments, the shape and color of the once fired dog turned into the very same energy. Just as quickly, the energy returned into the ball, shrinking down to the size of a golf ball and put away. After having contained his companion, Cyrus started to walk towards the gate. The threat was over and he didn’t feel the need to aid any of the others in their own clean up. He walked by the little girl, Bonesaw. She seemed fascinated by the head of the techadon. Perhaps she was figuring a way to transport it. Her ingenuity in battle taught Cyrus enough that in some way or fashion, Bonesaw was taking that head with her.

Cyrus stepped through the portal. This one was built. Not by any means he recognized. A long hall with arches along the wall, evenly spaced going on forever. More gates, Cyrus assumed. Each one probably lead to other environments much like the one he stepped from. He wouldn’t be able to visit any though, not that he wanted to. The only gate that seemed capable of opening was the very one he entered from. Driscoll stood just through the gate, speaking with someone. A girl. A girl capable of flying under her own power. She levitated above the ground just enough to see eye to eye with the taller man in armor.

Another person capable of commanding the power of pokemon without the need of such.

Cyrus knew better to assume it was solely through the use of pokemon in one form or fashion that gifted these individuals their power. Even with how vast the world was, how diverse its people, those brought to this place would never fit in it. But the idea that these people came from other worlds sparked the possibility that he might as well succeed in his endeavors. But it also questioned the validity. If the inhabitants of his own world were the cause of conflict and strife within it, what of the inhabitants of these other potential worlds? A thought he would ponder later. He must first prove that these other worlds exist. Evidence so far seemed to support it.

Cyrus circled around Dricoll just as Terra had finished her question, “There are several others. Given a moment, I am sure they will be following through.” Cyrus stood feet slightly apart, holding his arms behind his back. He noticed that along with the girl, which he could see now dressed as eccentrically as Shadow Moth, there was also a young male. He was intriguing on his own, barely clothed wielding a large black sword, a little worse for wear. Cyrus turned his head to look at Driscoll and Terra.

“I am not privy to your earlier conversation, but if I had to guess, you were also taken to this place by powers unknown.” Cyrus held out his right hand down to his side down towards the ground. He put it onto his chest as he started speaking, “You may call me Cyrus.”

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Location: Unknown Open Field

Interaction: @Mintz, @Dead Cruiser, @Crimson Flame, @TruthHurts22

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Cyrus spent several seconds gasping for air as pain radiated from his back. Despite how quickly it had spawned, the oak tree held firm and unmoving as though it were always rooted alone in the vast empty field. Cyrus stood up, grasping the trunk of the tree to keep himself steady until the soreness subsided. When his vision returned into focus, he saw that Houndoom had once again come to his aid. A green dome had been taking a beating as large energetic projectiles rained from above. With each hit, the fire beast visibly struggled to keep its protect up. It had plant matter and soil covering its coat, having no time to clean itself between impact and artillery. The dry heat emanating off it dried the soil and foliage tarnishing the once black sheen of its coat into a sickly gray-green color.

With his companion by his side, and he himself standing, Cyrus looked onward to their newest foe. A machine much like the earlier assailants, but this one towered over even them. Those allies whose armor had given them reach found themselves dwarfed by the imposing automaton. Unfortunately for the machine, it found it could not hold its shadow over the bunch for long. Shortly after Cyrus had seen it stand, it fell as strange acid devoured down its legs climbing up the torso. With a rumble, the ground beneath he and his fiery canine shook as dust billowed from the collapsed mech. If it was anything like the others, it would not stay down for long. He needed to act quickly before it had a chance to regenerate and duplicate.

With the robot’s collapse, Houndoom let go of the protect. It staggered obviously exhausted from how long it had to maintain the protect. Despite how tired it looked, Houndoom remained vigilant. After recovering from its limp, it shook some of the debris off its coat, keeping eyes on the fallen hunk of metal. Its mouth was pulled back as it growled.

“You, the one with the Hellhound. I assume you want to burn this machine? Fine. But don’t burn my babies!" a feminine voice spoke coldly. Cyrus looked up towards the top of the oak tree. Despite the barrage of energy, the tree remained mostly intact. The most damage Cyrus could see was several splintered branches and fallen leaves. The woman who had conjured it sat comfortably upon her leafy thrown, undeterred by the energetic rainfall that took place just moments ago. He couldn’t quite see what she was doing now, but it was most likely related to the plants.

Cyrus did not know what the red headed woman meant by ‘babies’, nor did he care to. Not dwelling on it any longer, Cyrus looked down to his fiery hound growling as it waited for its next command. Regardless of the woman’s permission, he had planned on having his companion continue to burn down these mechanized warriors. Blue embers flurried around the edges of the canine’s mouth with each exhalation. Its eyes still glowed. If not for the control over its own flames, Houndoom would have set fire the surroundings once again.

“Houndoom, I want you to incinerate its head. Let that be the end of it. Flamethrower.”

Houndoom leapt forward into a full sprint. The lose bits of soil flew from its hind legs as it jump over or around the smaller craters created by the energy artillery. It approached the side of the downed machine writhing along the ground. Houndoom pushed hard off the ground in order to get atop of what remained of its torso. In order to change directions quickly and avoid moment from carrying the beast too far one side, it landed and jumped off the back of Horus, who was hacking away at the waist working to halt the regeneration of any new legs. Houndoom ran up the torso and slid to a stop along the back of the machine, glaring down at its head. Houndoom took a deep breath, the back of the throat glowing white before releasing another torrent of white fire downwards. At least that part of the head was covered in fire. Heat radiated away from the beast focusing as much fire towards the machine head as possible.

Cyrus stood straight despite the wounds he sustained. He held his arms behind his back, he legs spaced apart slightly. He looked forwards towards his pokemon and the fires it was releasing. If the previous techadons had anything of note, is that the armor around machine’s interior was heat resistant. The head may have further protections. If the fire was not enough to incinerate the head completely, maybe it would be weakened enough to give another the chance to fully dispatch it. The flames would die down soon. That moment would be best when the metal was hottest and softest.

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

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Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Sylar, the one deserving

"I had a reason to take what others didn't deserve. It was natural selection."

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Name: Gabriel Gray

Nicknames/Titles: Sylar

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Villain

Personality: Works generally for himself, but when it comes down to it, is not against working with others. He has a low tolerance for ignorance. He is also arrogant of his powers thinking himself invincible, and in some regards, he is. He also has a hunger, a drive to constantly learn how things work. It drives him to commit heinous acts against others all in order to satisfy his curiosity.

Biography: Gabriel started out as a watchmaker. He was very gifted at it, able to look at the clockwork and easily figure out how they worked mechanically. When theories of super powers started to spread, he was approached by a lead researcher who wrote the thesis. Having determined that Gabriel didn’t have powers, he took matters into his own hands and tracked down a person thought to have telekinetic abilities. Frustrated by the telekinetic’s lack of understanding of his gift, Gabriel kills him, discovers his own ability, and learns telekinesis by studying the brain. After some coercion from an entity known as The Company, Gabriel adopted the name Sylar and started his serial killing spree.

Sylar tracked down several individuals with abilities in an attempt to increase his power as well as to satisfy the hunger of curiosity he had developed towards people with abilities. At the same time, he became the target of other powered beings. Both Sylas and his pursuers came across Isaac, a clairvoyant for the future. Sylas was predicted to be the cause of a nuclear explosion. This knowledge didn’t sway Sylar from his path, fulfilling the prophecy, confronting his pursuers, attacking them, and continuing the grow his power repertoire.

Things come to a head when he is finally brought into The Company and he learns of the manipulations used against him. At first he is compliant with their wishes, but comes to terms with himself. He believes that he will always be who he is. With a reaffirmed sense of self, he betrays The Company, kills the woman they had sent to help him understand himself, and took the knowledge he had learned from them to continue his killings, even if he no longer needed to. It is the visions of peace from clairvoyance, the threat of nuclear detonation, and nigh invincibility that prevents Sylar from truly being stopped.

Powers/Skills:
• Intuitive Aptitude: Sylar’s ability he was born with. He can understand the simple and complex mechanisms of objects and organisms. By observing objects, he can understand how to use them. He needs to see the workings of such items to know how they work. He can also understand any issues objects or organisms might have that prevents their intended function and the means in which he can repair it. This ability does not come with an infinite memory, and he can forget much of what he learns.
• Telekinesis: Sylar can lift small to large sized objects at will telekinetically. How fast and far he can move an object is dependent on its mass. Likewise how quickly he can stop moving objects also relates to its mass. So while he can stop bullets, he cannot stop a speeding train. The ability is ineffective against living beings.
• Shatter: He can shatter small to moderately sized nonliving things into fragments with explosive force. He needs to be close to a object to trigger it, but he can still be far enough away to avoid shrapnel.
• Cryokinesis: Sylar can deep freeze anything or anywhere in close proximity.
• Melt: By concentrating, he can turn solid objects into a liquid state without raising temperature. How long this takes depends on the mass. The object eventually returns to a solid as governed by the laws of atomic theory.
• Enhanced Hearing: Sylar can hear noises from very far away, isolate certain sounds from a crowd, employ selective hearing to avoid being overwhelmed by sound.
• Precognition: He can predict aspects of the future. For Sylar, this is manifested through artistic expression. What he predicts and how far into the future is currently beyond his control.
• Radiation: Sylar is immune to the effects of various forms of radiation, including heat. He can also emit radiation from his being. The radiation can be released in small doses, enough to cause radiation sickness. He can also release a torrent of radiation, enough to cause burns, and long lasting severe damage if not treated. He cannot target his radiation, thus it affects everyone around him including himself.
• Regeneration: In some regards immortal to mortal wounds, his body will heal itself completely from all injury. This ability also extends to his nervous system and immune system where he is immune to all pathogens. His body cannot correct itself, however. Grievous injury such as broken bones, dislocations, or foreign objects need to be corrected or removed in order for the body to heal. The exception is dismemberment, in which case the body generates a new one.

Other: Still time/space manipulation I think.

Multiversal Discord: The Mass-Scale Crossover RP

Location: Unknown Open Field

Interaction:@Mintz, @Crimson Flame

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Cyrus initially leapt backwards as the barrage of energetic bullets pelted the ground. The bullet trail did not go unnoticed by his fire producing canine who immediately turned from the smoldering mess it had left to defend its master. Unfortunately, it would not get there in time. In less than a second, the barrage would be on top of Cyrus even as he ran the from the attack. In some regards, he was right. One of the energetic blasts cut through his jacket and shirt, burning the skin on his side. Cyrus ducked down after the initial hit, but since none of the other shots landed, he looked behind to see what had happened. The half formed war machine had fallen, the remaining bullets firing uselessly towards the sky. Shortly after its collapse, its structure broke apart as though it was being eaten by some kind of acid.

Cyrus’s attention was quickly drawn in by Driscoll who was still with the little girl, Bonesaw. Driscoll had commanded he lend aid to the woman who was also targeted by the robotic pair’s initial attack. Initially, Cyrus didn’t feel a need to have to help the woman, but given his circumstance, he sought to do as requested. Cyrus looked towards the other machine. He had ignored it after realizing that Houndoom’s flamethrower would not reach both of them, instead putting his attention to the one that melted and the spawn it had created. Only now did he realize that the flame covering the ground were not that of his Pokemon, but that of the second robot. Cyrus questioned why it would commit to such a tactic. Surely, another barrage of lasers would be enough.

The ground shook as below the lady’s feet sprouted some kind of tree. She sat atop the mighty oak ike a pedestal. How she was able to command the plant-life like that of a Pokemon escaped Cyrus as he watched the battle unfold in front of him. As if they were extensions of her very being, the branches of the oak bent and swayed with the movement of the redheaded woman’s arms. In seconds, the branches had grasped the fire spitting machine, surrounding it, crushing it even. The machine struggled, but Cyrus knew it would not hold for long.

“Houndoom, prepare. Get in there and use fire blast” Cyrus commanded. The black and orange fiend immediately charged forward once again. Not towards either the oak or the war drone, but to the inferno between them from the initial ignition of the robot’s flamethrowers. Without fear, the hound jumped into the roaring fire, lost behind the bright light. Then, the fire died down. At the heart of once flaming field stood Houndoom. Blackened field of ash and soot, the only flames that remained were those surrounding the canine. Blue fires flared from underneath its paws, radiating a heat not felt before now. His back to the oak, the stuggling war machine in front, heat continued to build. Its eyes glowed bright orange, visible even in the light of day. With a growl, Houndoom opened its mouth again and a ball of white fire was launched like it were a cannon.

Like a blur, the fire had burned through the branches of the oak, striking close to center mass of the entangled machine. Erupting from the ball of fire was an inexplicable, but recognizable shape to those from worlds with similar countries. A three stroke symbol in kanji that translated to English as ‘big’ (大). White fire, hotter than Houndoom's earlier flamethrower burned through the machine. With the binding of the oak, it had no time to sever a limb in another feeble attempt to escape its destruction. The fire quickly started to spread up the branches towards the tree, but were quelled as Houndoom howled its eerie howl once again, claiming victory.

A victory perhaps short lived. Once again, both he and Houndoom found themselves tumbling across the ground, slamming hard into the sturdy trunk of the oak tree. The second machine from the sky crashed into the fields below. It was much bigger than the others. Cyrus was too winded to do anything immediately.