Sakaki Chizuru

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

@Dark Cloud Being compared to Koth is the highest of compliments, really.

@rezay You're the creative one~!

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

Oof, scared to guess which one is Arasti.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

@Dark CloudI think you tagged the wrong person for Monica. . .

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

@Dark Cloud Oh, I think I see it now! Both have shifted from what they were originally were. However, while Orren strives to distance himself further, Arasti would want to reclaim that which has been lost.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

@rezayThanks for all the work you do!

@Dark CloudI uh, still haven't really looked through the rest of the characters! Let me go check him out so I can get what you mean!

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

Forge

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Searborne, The Reburning Revolution, The Inferno Crusader, God’s Eater, Soul Eater, Cursed Celestial Consumer, The Demonbane, The Bloodedge, Seed of Tartarus

The tattoos of his body are the names of everything he had ever consumed smashed together into abstract shapes. His normal look is a modified version of what he looked like when he started his journey. After consuming all he could, his true body had changed.

True Form

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Aspect: Forge

Refinement. To beat at something until it has reached an apex. To put the body through endless punishment to come out as something new, yet still the same. What was once dull becomes sharpened like a thousand folded steel. Reaching ever onwards towards the ideal self.

World

Arasti’s world, Zām, was but a former shell of itself by the time he was born. What was once originally a beautiful world, filled with the most beautiful forms of fauna and flora, had been reduced to a wasteland. Those that maintained the world, a race of entities known as Yazata, grew lazy and complacent. Instead of their role as defenders, they indulged into their own Hedonism. This led to chthonic monsters known as Daiva to attack and lay siege to the world at large. Capture the men for work, the women for worse purposes, and so on. Daiva and Yazata are special existences in this world, only being able to be killed by a specific type of material. This material being the bones of the opposite species. As this is the case, Blacksmiths are highly valued.

By the time of Arasti’s ascension, the world is even more of a wasteland. Nothing but deserts and the occasional Oasis remain. The war may have killed all of the Yazata and the Daiva, but humanity remains low in population and without any real hope of continued survival.

Race

Watcher, Originally Human

Legacy

Arasti was born a simple child in the mountainous desert of his homeland. He was a little overweight, something of a blessing for his family. In a time where food was scarce, extra pounds on a baby made all the difference. He grew up to be a healthy child, a rarity in the world they had lived in. The town they had lived in was near the peak of one of these mountains, making it difficult for the Daiva to ever strike. At least, for a while.

Of course, like all good things in Zām, nothing was to last.

For whatever unfortunate reason, the King of the Daiva himself, Dahak, attacked. The city’s walls were erased in a moment. The town’s elite guard nothing before Dahak. Soon, the man’s fellow Daiva would come in and take their new bunch of slaves, Arasti included. Arasti spent his teen years working at the command and direction of the Daiva. The work was unbearable, the food was scarce, and the treatment at the hands of the Daiva were inhumane. It was not uncommon for those kept to either die or be mindbroken within the first few months.

Yet, for some odd reason, Arasti kept his wits.

To say he was fine was a complete lie. He was only a shell of his former self after the first half a year. However, he still remained “Arasti.” That in itself was a miracle. They tried to break it out of him, but even after several years, “Arasti” remained. Saying he was acclimated to this way of life was wrong, it was the opposite really. He kept his identity because he continued to hate every last second he spent. Every single second was spent cursing it all. His hatred was the fuel that let him remain sane, no matter how much it ate at him.

Arasti would have likely spent the rest of his life being tortured and overworked. If not for a mistake by the Daiva Nasu, one of the female Daiva who had taken a liking to him. She left her guard down for a moment in a private session, giving him just enough time to flee. Arasti was fortunate enough that her lodgings were near a forest, giving him time to be lost amongst the woods. While the Daiva spent time looking for some piece of him to scry, Arasti continued to run. And run. And run. Until there was nothing left to give.

But he was rewarded for this sacrifice. His body gave way near a cave, one which held a Yazata. They took him in and nursed him until he awoke. His body was barely alive, but that was all that was needed for something like a Yazata. Arasti eventually opened his eyes, seeing the one-handed Yazata before him. Yazata are creatures which shine with a blue hue, though Arasti had never seen a one with one hand. The Yazata introduced himself as “Tir” and asked for the boy’s tale. Once Arasti spoke, he told Tir his story, ending it with a bow and a plea for help. The Yazata smiled, warning the boy of what horrible thing he had asked for. Arasti continued to beg, ready for whatever the consequences were.

And so, Tir shoved Arasti onto the floor. A ritual was performed, and Arasti's body was burnt. The pain of a burn is something special. It starts slow, but eventually encompasses all sensation as the nerves cling for what little solace they could have. Once the burning was finished, Arasti revealed a severed finger and shoved it down the boy’s throat.

The pain for that was even worse. The body contorted, shifted, and turned into something it was not meant to be. The body was rejecting whatever happened to him. The pain went on for a full 24 hours, but eventually it ended. It subsided. He had survived. Sure, his heart gave up once or thrice during the 24 hours, but he survived.

More than that, he was still Arasti.

Once his consciousness had returned, Tir explained what had happened. In essence, he did a ritual giving a portion of himself to Arasti. This made Arasti into a Yazata, or at least, a portion of one. More importantly, the ritual made Arasti’s body into something that could take in the powers of others. In other words, by devouring others, Arasti would gain their power. In essence, to devour others was the only path forward.

He rejected this truth. He cursed Tir and fled. He lived the next year in this delusion. However, all things must return to reality. In order to fight back against the evils in this world, Arasti would devour.
And so he devoured. And devoured. And devoured. Whatever antagonistic force came in his way was devoured. Daiva, Yazata, or even humans. It stopped mattering, it was all done to free them all.

Yet, he remained Arasti.

During this time, he had built his own army. The Yazata, who were content spending their lives in a hedonistic lull, had become corrupted. Much like the Daiva, they too needed to be eradicated. And so, the war was waged. The world was embroiled in war, spearheaded by Arasti. A once simple man who had wanted to bring peace to the world. However, in doing so, he had only ensured its destruction.

Arasti defeated the King of the Daiva, Dahak, as well as the King of the Yazata, Sraosha. However, the cost was not worth it. The lives lost were at too great of a scale. Arasti had achieved power incomparable to anyone else, but it was meaningless in the end. Humanity was doomed. At the end of this quest, could Arasti still consider himself Arasti? More importantly, could he live with himself as the monster he had become? It is what happened, right? His actions doomed them all? Arasti was the greatest of monsters!

Once again, the man refused. He had refused this fate. He had refused this destiny. And so, he began to find another path. The next few years of his life involved going through the ruins of the world, finding whatever notes he could. In comparing the combined knowledge of the Yazata, Daiva, and Human, Arasti found the truth he had searched for. The ramblings were nothing on their own, yet when combined gave a name. A Key, in other words. The Key of Forge.

And so he left his world. He would fix it. He would fix it if it meant deleting the existence known as “Arasti.” The hellish existence of the Ruin World seemed normal to Arasti. In fact, it reminded him of home. That both brought comfort, but unnerved him in a way he has yet to pin down.

These contradictory emotions have yet to leave

His time in this world is mostly isolated, spending most of his time with his own thoughts and plans to fix this broken Multiverse.

In this world, will he remain Arasti?

Might

Arasti spent most of his life fighting with his fists, simply punching and restraining those that faced him. As his physical strength only grew with those he devoured, his physical abilities are “otherworldly.” He has changed his fighting style since The War, however. The consumption of others does not provide specific knowledge, but it does grant him their techniques, which also scale. In this specific instance, he had used the combined knowledge of all the Yazata and Daiva swordsmen, making him a once-in-a-universe Sword Saint. He has also begun to incorporate magic into his fighting, using it as a means to teleport around the battlefield.

He broke off portions of his own existence, using the monsters he had consumed as the basis, and created swords with them. These swords can transform back into their monstrous forms, though for ease of collecting, they're almost always kept as swords. Normally, he keeps them locked up in a miniature pocket dimension he can interact with on demand, though again this is rare. Their greatest use is as an army in case it is ever relevant. As they’re parts of himself, Arasti can shift damage done to him to them. Arasti prefers to use his prized swords, forged from the remains of the Kings of the Daiva and Yazata. One, a blade of pure black, and the other a mirror in white. In essence, they represent his world’s embodiment of “Good” and “Evil.” They carve apart their opposites, making them conceptually the perfect weapon for Arasti.

Despite him amassing tons of magical knowledge from those he had eaten, his homeworld was
fairly sparse with it. He fails compared to a genuine Mage, though his skill compared to the uninitiated would be awe inspiring. As this is the case, he mostly uses magic to dart around battlefields, hold his sword/army or use it as a ranged attack. His knowledge in magic theory is pretty solid though. Ultimately, he still sort of prefers just stabbing his problems.

Path

Arasti’s goal is to create and ensure peace and stability among the Multiverse, regardless of the method there.

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

Sebastian Salas

Habitat 34, Seemingly Random Lot

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The only road worth taking is one of hardship.

It was a rather generic quote, but one Sebastian lived by. A comfy life truly wasn't worth living. People can only grow once they've experienced hardship, and those who have experienced the most and made it out were the strongest of them all. In reality, the hardships he had suffered were nothing compared to what many had experienced. He was never a miner, or a soldier, or someone whose life was destroyed by pirates, or someone who had every dream torn away from him at every corner. Sebastian was just an orphan that lost a friend. All things considered, he was incredibly lucky.

Of course, Sebastian applied this very same quote to the people of Venus. Though the Venusians have suffered hardships, they had continued to fight and survive. Another great hardship is surely on the horizon, especially with what Mekon is currently planning. It will be hard, brutal even, but once it is over with, the people of Venus will reach heights they never believed possible. This was his mission. This is why he was doing what he had to do help them.

Despite being in a fairly random alley, it was an isolated enough for him to "meditate." Of course, to him, meditation was dribbling a ball around. It was the only time he was able to reflect. It was sort of bad a thing really, as it meant he couldn't really properly process his thoughts without it. It was a horrible co-dependency issue, but at least it meant he had periods where he could get incredibly productive with his thinking. New ideas for the game, for the team, for Mekon, and so forth could be hatched up just by doing a simple drill in a random alley.

It's great how simple people really were.

The Mekon Movement was odd. It was shattered, lacked any real cohesion, and ran around hoping for the best outcome. It was nothing like a football team. Sport always emphasized unity, fraternity, guidance, and giving it your all in everything. These were the greatest ideals, far greater than what even the most pompous philosopher could spout. It was these ideals that Sebastian hoped to bring to the Movement. After all, soccer was the lifeblood of the people.

At least, that was how he perceived it.

The members of the group were also...very strange. The fact that they were even working as some kind of organization was very impressive. They were uppity, rebellious, had issues with authority, and were a rag tag group strapped together by duct tape. Coincidentally, those traits made for some of the best soccer player when channeled correctly.

More importantly, those character traits were crucial for those trying to get some kind of rebellion going.

Sebastian continued to dribble the ball, his thoughts filled with potential ideas going forward, though a lot of them he would later mentally cross out. There was a lot of social and cultural navigation he needed to consider, so it came as no surprise to him that many of his ideas would be poor. This pattern more or less continued until he was alerted by the secret code words on Johanna's broadcast.

"...Finally, my head was starting to hurt."

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

@Crosswire Oh, kk! That still sort of works! I know IRL its pretty common for vacant lots to be places for people to gather and play games in poorer regions of the world.

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

Futbol Star

25 (474 R.C.) ║Mekon Movement/The Adonis Adders║Venusian║Male

Physical Appearance

Sebastian stands at 5'10", which while not being that tall, is fairly decent for someone on Venus. It also isn’t ideal for a soccer player to be too tall, so he is thankful for the height he was given. His soft features are also very odd for a planet like Venus and the sport like soccer, but he says he works his hardest to keep his skin this was. Outside of his general beauty, the most interesting thing about Sebastian are his eyes. On closer inspection, someone can tell that they hold a deep longing, even after he had won trophies and MVPs. His desire for something greater can be seen in those eyes.

Those beautiful, beautiful eyes.

While he does wear his jersey for the games, he refuses to wear it outside of team related activities. This jersey is a mix black, red and white, with the team insignia and sponsors all over it. On the back of the jersey, his last name “Salas” and his number “88” are on the back. As he is only human, he feels that if he was to wear the jersey for unofficial business, he’d be giving the team a bad team, especially with his actions in Mekon. His reason for not wearing a shirt when he goes out in public is that “If you’re always down for a pickup soccer game, you have to show it somehow.” This seems partially true, considering he has a habit of playing soccer games with random fans who ask when he is out.

Personality Traits:

Outgoing
Personable
A riot at parties
Charismatic
Ball is love
Ball is life
Flirty
Determined
Protective
Patient

Biography:

To live on Venus is to suffer, though whether that is just the result of the human condition or being born on Venus is another problem altogether.

Sebastian remembers nothing of his family. He was told by the orphanage caretaker that his family had decided to give him away as they couldn’t care for him. Sebastian was their sixth child at that point and another mouth to feed would be too much for the family. Despite his success, newly acquired wealth, and connections, Sebastian has never been able to track down the family that abandoned him all those years ago.

Life on Venus isn’t the greatest normally and living in an orphanage made it even worse. Sleepless starving nights were the norm and child abuse ran rampant in these types of instutions. It was this type of life that Sebastian had to live, one of isolation and suffering. Yet, he still kept a smile somewhat on his face, for at least he had something to escape this hellish reality with.

Soccer.

It is the sport of the poor, as all someone needs is the ball. The orphanage had an old soccer ball that he would play with every day. From dawn to dusk, soccer would be what gave him the strength to survive the hand fate had dealt him. Of course, excessive physical work and a lack of calories was detrimental to his health, but any price was worth his only source of happiness. Though, eventually, it wouldn’t be his only source of happiness, and in fact, would bring him his only other friend.

Carlos.

Carlos was a new orphan, his parents having died as miners when a shaft collapsed on top of them. They didn’t die initially and it was possible that they could have been saved, but a late response from the empire ensured that they would die down there. For that, Carlos would harbor a hatred of the empire, though not one Sebastian would share.

The new orphan was incredibly emotionally distant when he first arrived, but he was also interested in soccer. Sebastian picked up on this and after months of probing, Carlos finally agreed to play with him. It was the start of a beautiful friendship that Sebastian would continue to cherish until this very day. After all, your first and best friend is something to cherish until the very end, isn’t it?

Of course, having a friend didn’t actually make life easier. However, it did help ease the burden. Even if you are starving, you are not starving alone. Even if you can not sleep, you aren’t not sleeping alone. Even if you are being belted, you aren’t being belted alone. Well, actually, that last one wasn’t totally true, but the two would do everything together, so more often than not it would be together. Even if the weight of the world would bear itself down upon them, they would have one another for comfort.

Their skills in soccer would continue to develop while in the orphanage, as the two never actually could afford to attend school. While that had plenty of downsides in regards to academia or tech, it allowed for the duo to spend all of their time honing their abilities on the field. Once they got old enough, they’d go to pickup games at parks to play against others, which would eventually make them even better players. While they were still a duo of misfits, at least they were really good at soccer.

Eventually, once they were of age, they were kicked out of the orphanage. A few years after that, the old woman who ran it would close it down and it would be demolished. This old woman passed away three years ago and despite everything he went through, Sebastian made it a point to attend.

Well, the pair was homeless now, but Sebastian would end up taking oddjobs and Carlos would work as a miner, so they would eventually be able to secure the rent in the bad part of town. It also happened to be next to a park, so this meant more time for soccer when they weren’t working. It still wasn’t an easy life, but at least they were able to eat and sleep in a somewhat more comfortable location. This would be their life for a few more years, but thankfully, their fortune would eventually change.

During a game of pickup soccer, Sebastian was able to impress a recruiter in the area, and was willing to give him a tryout for his team, The Kairos Kickers. They were actually a last place team in desperate need of some new talent, so they were willing to gamble a bit with this poor boy kicking in a park. Unfortunately, this offer wasn’t given to Carlos, which caused the two of them to get into a fight when they returned home. It was a bitter argument, which resulted in some heated words being said, and the fight didn’t end naturally, but because Carlos needed to go to work.

The fight would never be resolved.

Carlos would die that day at work. The mine collapsed, killing Carlos instantly. Apparently, it too could have been avoided if there were better inspectors. Carlos’ entire body was crushed besides from his arm, which held a bracelet that was given to him by his mother before she died. Since Sebastian was the closest thing he had left to family, the bracelet was sent back to him. Sebastian now wears the bracelet as a token to his friend, and honors all of his victories in his friend’s name.

The pain caused by Carlos’ passing had never really faded.

His tryout was very successful and after a year in developmental, he would join The Kairos Kickers as a striker. He would instantly make a name for himself, and would make sure The Kairos Kickers got first place in their division, the first time in the club’s entire history. The team would eventually lose in the Semi-Finals, but Sebastian would still win Rookie Of The Year that year. Of course, the entire Venusian League is unofficial. It still ends up generating money and is insanely popular on Venus, but in the eyes of Mars, it is unofficial.

His contract with the team was only a year and instead of resigning, he signed with Carlos’ favorite team, The Adonis Adders. With The Adonis Adders, Sebastian would go on to win the Championship two years in a row, with MVP both years as well. The current season hasn’t started yet, but he has his sights on winning both awards for three years in a row, making him the first ever to achieve such a feat..

He ended up joining the Mekon Movement in an attempt to make sure what happened to Carlos and his family would never occur again. While he doesn’t agree with the more radical approaches that the movement seems to use, he believes at the very least, he can make sure that the people of Venus can receive more aid and better conditions from Mars. He often is told that he isn’t quite hard enough for Mekon, but he believes that his softer edge adds value to the organization. Still, he is interested in trying to move into combat missions where he’ll be able to help coordinate the team. He hopes that someone will eventually let him in on one of these endeavours, even if he is still rather green.

Sebastian is an incredibly popular star, with a large undyingly loyal fanbase. He believes that since he has won over their hearts, he might be able to do so with the members of Venus who aren’t too keen on the Mekon.

Skills and Abilities

Athleticism: As the star athlete in Venus’ premier soccer club, it should come as no surprise that Sebastian is incredibly athletic. He is about as dexterous and strong as a human could ever hope to achieve. This also includes his incredibly impressive flexibility a soccer player needs to make those awe inspiring kicks.

Panache: It seems that no matter what he is doing, from kicking a ball or taking a sip of wine, there is a certain type of fanciness. He has innovated several different types of kicks that children on the playground hurt themselves trying to recreate. He has limited his use of these kicks, as he doesn’t want to spread this type of message to the youth. Still, there is always that hint of “gracefulness” in every single thing he does.

Charisma: A certain type of likeability and ability to sway people is a natural gift of his. It is much closer to a natural ability than something he needed to train. It is a natural connection to people and the ability to understand their hearts and respond in kind. This is fairly important in a team game, but even more important for someone trying to help a rebel movement.

Teamwork: Despite having the highest individual scores out of anyone in the history of the Unofficial League, he is incredibly close to breaking the assist score as well. At his core, he is a team player, someone who will always try his best to figure out what is best for the team. Even if it isn’t popular, he strives to do what he finds objectively the correct move for the whole of a group.

Attractive: Being pretty is the greatest of natural boons, isn’t it? It makes one more likely to earn a higher wage, be treated with more respect, and so forth. While it is useless with no skill, with skill, it becomes one of the greatest abilities someone could really possess.

Personal Items and Equipment

A combat knife with a grip that has Carlos' name inscribed into the grip.

A semi-automatic .32 ACP pistol.

His prized soccer ball that he has had since he was a child.

His bracelet which belonged to Carlos. It isn't anything special, as it seems to be just a metal one coated in a black paint. The top of the bracelet does seem to have a gold insignia, one that looks like some kind of arrow, though it is certainly fake gold.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Sebastian is determined and willing to give everything he can to the people of Venus. His physical prowess and dexterity is more than enough to handle most normal people in a fight. However, his real talent is his ability to understand people and respond to that. With even minimal conversations, he can understand how people work, and will do his best to make sure they feel okay in the end.

Unfortunately, this ability to empathize often comes at a cost. He has a tough time willing to use the more extreme methods, preferring to target only military personnel and never his own people. To him, the people of Venus was worth too much to really put at risk, so he can sometimes hesitate or struggle to approve of operations. Sebastian is working on improving this part of him, but is going along fairly slowly. Thankfully, he mostly works with administrative tasks and public relations.

He also has absolutely no idea how Mobile Suits work or any kind of advanced tech like that.

Chosen Mobile Weapon

None until someone creates the Mobile Suit Soccer Association.

Fate/『 』Märchen

Charndoisella Ariellitya

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“C’mon Caster, it’ll be a lot of fun! My butler said that the most fun people could ever have is inside of one of these Japanese arcades!”

Charlie was rampaging through the street, grabbing her Servant as she did so. To the uninitiated, it just seemed like two genki JK girls on their way to the arcade. Even to the initiated, that was more or less what was going on.

Even if the sun was setting on the rest of Tokyo, arcades in Akiba were always open fairly late. This may or may not have something to do with the karaoke rooms often placed inside of them. A tired businessman could simply sing away the sorrows of the day with the rest of his coworkers inside one of those karaoke rooms. They surely wouldn’t be as well stocked a more professional karaoke place, but beggars can't be choosers.

Especially since Charlie had no actual care for Karaoke.

Instead, her interest gravitate towards one machine in particular. Out of all the shooting, racing, and fighting games, Charlie’s attention went towards this strange machine which had directional arrows on the floor of it. The name of the machine was plastered on the side of it, and it read D*nce D*nce R3volution.

Whatever this strange device was, Charlie was gripped. She quickly read the rules which were on a small label on the other side of the machine.

“This one Caster! This is the one we have to play!”