Darth Woodrack

Alright, I'll dig up those sheets as soon as possible. In that case Dusk will remain non combative. Anyhow, I'll write up the fifth characters sheet as soon as possible, and if nobody else posts in this I'll just edit it into this. Also, the pomengranite thing and the gun thing should both count for weakness points, because they limit the characters capabilities severely around those conditions. Also, here's the other character. Evaline Indrajit

Hello my friends! My new era 5 characters are as follows, though Silva and Kevin simply need personality and backstory modifications, which will come first. Kevin Silva Dusk Indrajit (Hey, if I can add any combat skills that would be great, but if not I'll keep him as a non combative.) The Tattered One And there is one more, but I'll do her tomorrow. (I intended to post this last night, but my wifi died.)

Dusk stood over his city, his masterpiece. The Citadel, a den of peace and progress, where even the slums where treated like middle class. The mines still ran, but Dusk had made and invested enough money that his cities economy ran on it's own with only minor interference from him. Here, he and everyone else in the city, could focus on following their passions, may that be science, art, or baking. Alastair's crepes were amazing. He had finally built something just for the sake of building it, not to serve some purpose, not because of Hellbent, one way or another. Walker flipped te cadet over his back onto the mat, before looking up to the other new Precursor recruits and saying, "And that is an over hand flip. Now, pair up and practice. Smiling out at the few dozen trainees and smiled. He had pulled out of the field shortly after getting married and had started training the next generation of Precursors. He was truly happy for probably the first time in his life, and was finally done dedicating himself to someone else. First the Jackal, and then Dusk. While he was still very good friends with Dusk, he didn't work for him anymore, and that felt good. Kevin walked into his apartment in the Alleycity and took off his armor and weapons, laying them on his bed before collapsing on the couch. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a reflective flash in the window and lunged off his couch to the side, just in time to avoid several dozen obsidian shards that pierced through the back of his couch and sliced straight through the air he was sitting moments before. Behind the chair, an an obsidian double bladed spear in her chair, with the back half seemingly broken and chiiped, cracks running down it, stood a youn woman with a black leather jackal mask over her face. A second later, Kevin realized what the spear was. It was the Jackal's staff. "Who are you?" Kevin asked, edging towards his guns. "I'm the Jackals Daughter." The Tattered One knelt before his altar to his lord. He had thought he was a servant of Death, but he was wrong. He served a greater master. The Defier of Death. The Godstabber. The Eternal Blade. The Lucklord. The Dawnbringer. The Bloodking. The Greatest Slaughterer. The Nightlord. The Poisonblood. The Hellrazer. The one, the only, almighty, godly, Hellbent. From the edge of the horizon, Dusk saw a wave of light wash towards his city. Before had any time to react, it hit the walls, mutating them into scrap palisade, the towers into rusty slums, the beauty of his creation into the chaos of the strong before the weak. The light struck Dusk, and he changed to reflect his once beautiful city. Walker glanced to the side once he saw the light, barely being able to turn his eyes in the slightest before it struck him, cast his cadets far and wide, and him farthest of all. The Daughter pinned Kevin to the ground with her foot, stabbing downwards with her staff, to sever his brainstem. As the blade broke the skin of his neck, the light struck them both, and they too vanished. The Tattered One saw the light reflected in the altar from far off, and stood up cackling gleefully, "My god has sent deliverance! Thank you Hellbent!" In a Graveyard hundreds of miles from the Alleycity, lay a crypt, undisturbed, with the head of a canine with a long snout and long ears carved in place of the name of the inhabitant. The blooming light that changed all swept forwards and struck the graveyard, changing names, stones, locations of tombs, even the name of the yard itself. After the light moved past, a small town stood next to the graveyard, completely changed. The crypt with the dogs in place of a name however, was gone entirely.

@Sorana

“Oh, you were in your true form. This is Misuki, Phantom, and DANK. There’s another god in the floor below. The rest of the gods weren’t smart enough to see the necessity of the pantheon.” @Ark1002 @bees? @kenod @Kidpen @Coda

Barbados said to the teleporting god, “Just teleport up when you’re ready.” He then pressed the button, and they went up one floor to the flower infested lair of Sunshine. @Ark1002 @kenod @Kidpen @bees? @Coda

Godslayer walked through the hallways of Complex 1B4, and into an office complex. He grabbed a man in a blood red suit with a symbol of a lions head on his collar bone by his throat and slammed him into the wall. Godlslayer bellowed into his face, "THAT WAS A HOSPITAL. INNOCENT! ALL YOU DID WAS PISS HIM OFF!"

“Our organizations are close, but they are stronger. I can just push quite a few calls,” Barbados said before turning and barking, “Put the monks on protection of the other C installations! I don’t want another hospital blown up by these degernates!” He then proceeded to walk across the room to a secondary elevator and waited for the others, saying, “It’s time you meet the sixth member of our pantheon. Don’t let his appearance distract you, unless he’s in his true form, he’s more depraved and insane then I am. It’s time you meet Sunshine. @bees? @kenod @Kidpen @Ark1002 @Coda

“I don’t think you understand how war works. I can cripple them in Florida, because they are weaker there than here. And there are a lot more Americans who like death than pretty much anywhere else in the world. But they still have advantage in lots of different places around the globe, such as Paris.”

“C-1 wasn’t protected at all. It was completely unsecured. We find it untasteful to have armed guards throughout a hospital. Florida is a different matter. It’s were 3.2% of their total funds come from. It won’t last, but it will hurt.”

"Mortals are the natural evolution of this world. We are the anomalies." - Barbados decided that the dragon can wait outside, if he truly desires. He presses the button directly beneath the floor they needed to go to. He said in explanation, "I locked that floor down for safety reasons. And I am the god of bats." Once they arrive and the door opens, they see a large room full of computer monitors, digital maps, and people in the same suits as the men on the bottom floor, except for sixteen assorted soldiers across the room, wearing full combat gear, holding assault rifles and, with pistols holstered at their sides. Barbados looked to the other god present and said, "Welcome to operations. The nerve center of our war." One of the soldiers walked up to Barbados and said, "Sir, there was an attack. On Installation C-1. It's... It's completely destroyed sir." Barbados looked at him shocked for a second and then said, "Was it the god complex?" "Yes sir." "I want every single God Complex soldier in Florida dead by the end of the week. Make them pay." @Coda @kenod @Kidpen

"An ideal world would be one where everyone is free to live their own lives without the worry that some being beyond their power will destroy their lives. Such is the fact that we gods are a perversion of that, and quite simply, if gods were not necessary for the survival of the planet, they should not exist." Barbados waits in the elevator. @Kidpen @Coda

"Very Contagious. Almost as much as this thread."

Suddenly Breadm*nks.

Ulix formed, sitting down across from them. He bore the shape of a young man with a long scar along his face. Below the face, the clothes were shifting mist. He proceeded to say, "Quite simple actually, he could only be killed by disease. They began the fight by releasing a highly deadly bioagent into the air, which he then inhaled. He dropped dead, and they took the body in for study. Do note that I am only telling you this because my mere existence has already brought the complex knowledge, despite their lack of knowledge of me. Feel free to ask any more questions of me you may have, but recognize that anything I tell you, I will have to share in equal fold with Barbados and the complex. I simply hope that by sharing key information, I can stop any more innocent blood from being spilled."