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@Tyki @thewizardguy @Wraithblade6 @Masterkeun @kishin asura

"It helps the Multiverse, in his eyes, as he gets to put it under his thumb." Oswald speaks up, as the Silent king leaves. He lets out a semi-audible growl, knowing full well the Silent Tincan meant what he said. "..So, that makes time important. We, on the other hand, offer to fortify your planets against his invasion, and to keep your people, somewhat free." Oswald begins. "By somewhat, we generally mean we'd kick the shit out of your governments to get your people to work together, so we can save you. Savvy?" He asks, leaning back in his chair.
However, he spots the God of Madness curl up like a young child, one who wanted their mommy, or daddy. He let out a deep groan, and walked over to him, leaping over the table. Gently, he picks up Asura, setting him on his feet, before giving him a gentle slap. Gentle, however, is subjective. To the others, it'd seem like a viscous smack, one that sent a ripple across the man's face. "Listen. Buddy. We brought you here, so you can save your planet. This is not the time for you to wet yourself, and act like a god damn toddler. So, suck it up buttercup, cause we have work to do." He says, trying to motivate Kishin into not curling up like a small child.
"As for why you should side with me, despite what you may think, I am no demon. I'm something stronger. You see, I'm a Demon Lord. A mortal who's gathered the power to control and subdue demons. My world was ravaged when I was young by the infernal monsters, and as such, I've spent my life learning to defeat them, to control them, to break them. This, is how I fight my wars, though sending hordes of the infernal to drag those who commit evil into the abyss of fire. I am a judge, a jury, and an executioner. If you side with me, we will see those who'd harm you dragged into the fire, kicking and screaming. Evil, will be made to knee to good, and be made to preform the will, of good...." He says, making his speech dramatic, his voice booming with flair.
"So...you may side with me, and allow the evil of your worlds to be brought to heel, or you can side with Tall, Silent and Silver, and have everyone you love put under his shiny metal thumb...Or side with her..." He starts, thumbing to the woman in black, "And have your world over-ran with robots as they try to throw medicine and your lives at them..."

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@Tyki @Wraithblade6 @Masterkeun @Gummi Bunnies

*Uses a bubble pipe.*
Welp. I'mma just be here, pardoning the fella who made a mistake.
*Bubbles intensifies.*

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@Wraithblade6 @Tyki @Masterkeun @kishin asura

"......" Oswald slowly took in a deep, deep breath. "....Now, let's just start taking some steps back here, because we're all walking on thin ice. As for the slight slip up of information gathered by our pale friend here, he's been ripped into a hostile environment..." Oswald starts, looking at the hooded creature who had punched him, frowning. "...And a creature that just waits for the slaughter, is a sheep. They who ready themselves, who prepare themselves, they are a predator cornered. Far scarier, wouldn't you say?" Oswald states, smirking at the Silent King. "So, I will pardon him of this crime, at least as far as I'm able. He'll be free as a bumble bee..." He always loved using organic comparisons, as he felt like it poked at some of the far back programming of the Silent King. He'd imagine it felt something like irritation. He hoped it did, intensely so.

"As for your comparison of survival of the fittest...I'd like to tell you something. For as long as those advanced enough to control their own fate has existed, survival of the fittest had only applied to the weaker creatures of a realm. Even the weakest man could overcome the strongest monster, should he hone his mind, his faith, and his body." Oswald starts, beginning to walk around the Council table to add dramatic flair to his speech. "He who wields good, and I mean, as true of good as one can get. Well, he can topple empires. He can send gods hurtling down with a single word, or stroke of his hand. He, can obliterate any evil, be it rampaging killer robots..." Oswald puts, his eyes shifting to the Silent Tincan. "..Or be it a corporation who thinks they're doing the best for everyone..." He adds, looking to the newcomer among them, the Woman in Black. "Or be it demons who march upon their world to consume it." He says, leaning over the table at a break in it, to draw attention to himself. "Survival of the fittest applies to animals, and other such creatures who lack a true sense or morality, and self. When it comes to those who can truly tell morality, or self, those who take the route of good. They claim true power....That, is why I deny my fellows. That, is why I put evil under my thumb, and force them into good. It is why I refuse to lose..." Oswald finishes, before plopping down into his chair.

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@kishin asura @thewizardguy @Tyki @Wraithblade6

The horned man smirked with delight, as Mr. Travis spoke. "Three points to the sharply dressed man. Offer, is the category of this little business venture. As for your name, don't worry, I'm not intending to bind you or anything. That'd limit how useful you'd be to me..." He purrs out. He begins to open his mouth to speak, but a hooded figure near by beats him to it. Their eyes open under their hood, showing a striking yellow, a hue found in fire.
"You're not in hell, and I'm getting tired with his theatrics. You're here, because your homes are in danger. A war has broken out, and your worlds are on the edge of it, teetering on the edge of cataclysm. Normally, I'd not give a damn, but I've been asked by a dear friend to keep your worlds from being over-ran by demons, zombies, soldiers, or whatever else would be thrown at them. Right now, you're here to picks sides." He speaks, his voice deep, gravely, and cold. "So cut the flowery or the evasive crap, or I'll cut it for you."

"...Ahh, yes. So bluntly put..." The demon starts, before the hooded man punches him in the face, breaking his nose, and shattering many of the teeth in his mouth. The punch echos though the air, making everyone ache slightly due to the sudden shock wave gently passing though them. The demon holds their face, blood pouring though his fingers. He glares at the hooded man, before looking at the assembled cast.
"..Yes...You're here to pick sides. One of them being mine, which I implore you to choose. My name is Ozwald, and I am the best good, anyone will get here." He says, slouching into his chair.

No doubt others would speak out against this, among the crowd of hooded men and women there, but for now, it seems he had the floor.

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@Gummi Bunnies @Tyki @tex

Ok, Tex wants to wait to throw his character in, and Gummi, you gonna post soon, or should I move this along?

Also, Tyki, I was giving people time to post.

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First post is global yall. Get postin.

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Name: Sherry, the Oni-Guard.
Age: 26
Appearance:

"You think you can take this much Troll?"

His ears has bands on them. Do not question it.

Powers
Regeneration- A trait common with trolls, Sherry is able to survive most any normal physical trauma, from loosing limbs, to being gutted, to being mashed. However, unlike other trolls, Sherry has managed to unlock an inner potential, his trollish body drawing upon greater powers than others. He's able to regrow limbs within ten seconds, where as other trolls could take near twenty minutes to regrow lost limbs. He is able to reattatched severed limbs via holding the severed limb to the stump. He can survive being decapitated as well, regrowing his head if need be. Only the largest part of him regrows at any given time, preventing him from splitting into many trolls. Regenerating wounds tire him, however, so given long enough, he will be unable to continue fighting. At this point, he will pass out, but continue to heal.

Oni-Guard Training- Sherry has been trained in a combination of martial art, and priestly magic during his travel to a lost kingdom. This training mirrors the training of the Sumo, leading Sherry to become large, yet agile, and exceptionally strong. He is able to lift well over several tons, picking up things like castle gates, and boulders with ease. He knows how to wield many types of mace, great hammers, and fist weapons, such as knuckle dusters, and cestus. He is able to maintain his mobility in heavy plate armor, and in heavy plate armor, is recorded for marching nearly ten hours, without rest. He has also learned many fighting techniques, most involving strikes, grabs, and moving oneself, and your foe.

Magic- Sherry knows only one spell, and two rituals.
Chi-Strike: The only spell in Sherry's book, this allows him to enhance his strikes with his natural energies, allowing him to strike at ethereal or incorporeal creatures, such as ghosts, or magi using a mist form spell.

Purifying Circle: Using salt, and some form of alcoholic substance, Sherry is able to create a circle that repels evil spirits, and undead creatures fueled by evil powers. This circle also helps the natural healing processes, increasing his own regenerative powers, and granting others a rather minor regenerative factor. This circle also weakens poisons, toxins, hexes, curses, diseases, and parasites within it.

Resonating Strike: Thrusting a palm into his enemy's chest, Sherry channels an echo of his own chi into his foe. To those who are balanced within, those without internal conflict, to those who are at peace with themselves, this merely tingles gently, a bell near a resonating sound. However, to those with discord within themselves, they find it a horrific experience, one trying of will power, and fortitude. Their flaws, their doubts, their conflict is brought forth in their mind, and put on display for both them, and Sherry. This can mentally cripple magi, and make warriors weak, and bring them to their knees. However, is Sherry uses this while he himself has discord within himself, it will also try on his will power, and bring it to the forefront of his mind. However, many times, he uses this to overcome that which has brought about disharmony within his soul, and other can do the same, should they find the will to overcome that which has brought up this disharmony.

Will of the Mountain: Even within the order of the Oni-Guard, a group of disciplined warriors, Sherry's will is nigh unmatched. Against most magic, he has an innate resistance that allows him to shrug off most mental affecting spells. A notable feat of this, when during a fit of absolute rage, Sherry walked though a gout of fire summoned by a pyromancer, unscathed. This fire was said to burn even the scales of a red dragon, a dragon said to be immune to the normal fires of the world.

Weaknesses
Fire & Acid: A trolls natural enemies, acid and fire deal wounds a troll cannot regenerate. Even Sherry cannot resist this, and weapons enchanted with fire, or acid, deal damage he cannot heal. However, for example, cutting off his hand with a acid knife would keep his hand from regrowing. However, if he then ripped that arm off, the whole arm would grow back, hand included.

Trusting: Sherry is quick to make friends, and is quick to go to the ends of the earth for them. Those with a manipulative streak will be able to get Sherry to stumble headlong into danger. While he will attempt to not preform evil actions, he may be deceived into doing so, which would cause him inner conflict.

Average Intellect: Sherry is smart for a troll, but that's only just average for a human. Those with far more intelligence than Sherry will find him a dullard that can be easily outwitted. He is clever, however, so do not expect this to be nigh crippling....

Bio: Shelly was born into a fantasy world much like that of Dungeon and Dragons. He was born to two parents, a rock troll, and a normal troll. His father was the rock troll, where as his mother was the female troll. This lead to him being slightly stronger than the average troll, but luckily without the inherit weakness to sunlight rock trolls have. His tribe, a group of trolls having taken over a motte and bailey, and having maintained their hold on it, had a ritual for young trolls.
This troll society decided that their young, in order to prevent their home from being flooded with the new population, must head out upon reaching adolescence, into the world. In order to return they must become strong enough to kill the current Chief and if they fail, they are killed. Most trolls headed North, South, and West, for to the east there was an expanse of desert that seemed to kill any who ventured though it. Shelly, when it was time for him to venture forth decided to test himself, and head east. He gathered up all the water skins he could, some preserved food, and a wagon that he pulled, and ventured forth.
For three years, he ventured though the dusty expanse, alone and struggling. He found a trail of oases that lead him further and further, until he came upon a sea within the very center of the barren desert. With a few changes, filling his currently empty water skins with air, he turned his wagon into a boat and sailed forwards. On the end of the third year, he found an island kingdom within the sea. This place had created the sea with powerful magic, that contained all of the water due to a magical spell cast to win a war long forgotten. In this place, he discovered a strange group of people fighting what seemed to be a dragon of some sort. After aiding these warriors, seeing the dragon as a great fight, he was in a way allowed into their society.
After seven years of training, he became an Oni-guard, a member of a group of warriors who take on the physical form of demons via specific training, and diets. Of course, he then felt strong enough to return home, and he had learned from them the ways of good. After traveling though the desert in a mere day, rather than three years as before, Sherry returned home.
However, he returned to find his home destroyed. He found only one survivor, a infant troll. A girl, who was badly hurt, an unknown poison leaking from the tear in her skin. Moving swiftly, he ventured home, where the girl was placed into intense medical care, but the poison turned out to be from a great and evil man. Known as the Ragged Man, he was a being held together with sickening stitches. He had plagued the world before, and this act revealed his return.
Now, seeking a cure to this poison, Sherry has thrown himself to the multiverse, finding a wizard willing to toss him on the cosmic winds so he may seek out a cure to this poison. So far, those he's asked have no way of curing the girl, but he is now determined to find the cure, and kill the Ragged Man. He will raise the girl, the last of his family, before rebuilding. But first he must do this, and he must do it quickly.

Theme Song: Tristam- Mountain Top

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@tex

Sure, but you'll most likely go though a similar process of meeting the council. It's so everyone's on a similar starting page.

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First post is live.

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@Thewizardguy @Kishin Asura
The

Multiverse

An infinite roulette wheel of worlds that are similar, yet different. From a world where ninja summon giant frogs to do battle, to a world plagued by witches and soul devouring serial killers, the multiverse is a place of infinite chaos, and madness. It was this madness, this violence, that gave rise to the great powers that be. Groups of worlds, universes, banding together to do battle against the greater evils of the multiverse. These great forces however, soon turned in on themselves, as good is in many ways, subjective. Now, war plagues reality on a scale not seen before. This has lead to heroes rising that have turned the tides of wars, as well as villains that have brought untold suffering. Now, three great armies have arisen, with many more swarming into the conflict, as well as a council forming to keep the destruction to a minimum, governing the great war from a neutral zone. However, this is not where you start. Where you all begin, is in your mundane lives, as mundane as the average can be. Until, you feel yourselves gripped, and ripped, from your reality.

It's a surreal experience, as you feel yourselves pulled into a void, a place where you see the splendor of the multiverse, the infinite globes lined up. To see how large everything is, and to in the same moment, know how small you are. However, you feel darkness engulf you. Your sight is engulfed by a darkness that even the greatest of sight cannot pierce, and you soon find yourself in a room. You're able to move, breath, without problem, but unable to see, the darkness still there. You soon hear a voice. "Be not afraid. You're not dead. But you are within hell..." It purrs, a man's voice, deep and smooth. The darkness begins to break, as you find yourself within a room, a desk surrounding you on all sides. At this desk, a group of figures who's very presence makes your skin crawl, and your hair stand on end.
Many of them are hidden under some form of robe, or other device hiding their identity, but one, a man with a large set of horns sprouting from his forehead is easily made out. He's wearing a red suit, and is smoking a cigar that has an almost fruity scent to it. He leans forwards. "So, tell me friends. What are your names, and where are you from?" He asks with a smile, smoke pouring from his mouth as he speaks.