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realm of aedrioth_
declan owain_
you may be poison, but sure as hell taste like honey
oh my god - (g)i-dle
Declan didn't originally have such a normal name. He was born in a formless eldritch dimension, but was eventually given his human form that people see today. He was formed to be a friendly face, to guide the dead across to their final resting place. Declan had many powers invested in him with the eldritch energy that made him, but he mostly restricted himself, summoning gates to take the dead between dimensions, to where they were meant to rest. Although, in a human form, Declan soon developed emotions similar to a human. Began empathising with the dead. Soon, when Declan was relaxing, floating in the formless dimension, a bright white light filled the dimension, and next thing Declan knew, he woke up on A-1. Trapped in his human form, with a dark black right arm. He still had his powers, but what was his purpose now that he was somewhere completely different..? Throughout his time on this unfamiliar planet, Declan tried to find his place. He still hasn't found it, but he picks up the odd job or two that's more suited to someone of his...skills.
a summary.
Declan is a brooding, mysterious person. He has a sarcastic, dry sense of humour, and can do..a lot of things with the eldritch power invested in him, some of them he doesn't know.
declan’s skills.
- constructing objects attached to the ground with dark tentacles
- creating gates that go between dimensions or locations, within a minimum distance
- constructing objects attached to his hands with dark tentacles
- other abilities he hasn't discovered yet
declan’s weaknesses.
- losing control of his arms (with his hands forces straight)
- exerting himself too much, which would make him pass out.
declan’s arsenal.
- any melee weapon he can think of, made of eldritch energy from his hands.
declan’s appearance.
tokal may_
dancing in the dark.
watch out - superkind
pre-first impact
tokal was raised on aepalon-1B, a planet with one sun and no moon. aepalon-1B had progressed much further than earth, through a mysterious extreme boost of motivation in the atmosphere, after the planet was colonised in 2005. from a young age, tokal knew that being born on that planet was different. their skin had evolved to be invisible to regular humans, so they had to develop a projection technology to give themselves a visible persona when visiting earth. but most importantly, they were taught to fight in fear of attacks from other universes. tokal was given a pair of sai, doused in self powered red neon to use. tokal grew up with a partner and best friend named keaton, who sniped from afar while he fought up close.first impact
one day, the sun orbiting aepalon got too close. the rich began to colonise around the sun, as the sun slowly burnt the original planet from the inside out. one day, the sun burnt out the core of aepalon, bursting the planet and throwing tokal into the atmosphere. the power source of the sai that he kept on him saved him, overloading due to the atmosphere and causing him to warp an unknown distance, waking up on A-1.post-first impact
when tokal woke up on A-1, he was confused. he’d only ever heard negative propaganda about A-1, but here he was now and it looked fine. but tokal still knew he had to get home. so to try and get into high enough places to do that, he began taking jobs to ‘take care of issues’. on the side of that, he’s researching what he’d need to upgrade the technology from his planet, and gain control over it.
tokal’s skills.
- limited invisibility (toggled by messing with the projection that makes him visible to humans)
- semi-uncontrollable teleportation (caused by mis-aligning his power source’s connection)
- an emp that takes out anything that uses conduction to power itself (caused by overloading his power supply)
- hand to hand combat, with both his hands and sai.
tokal’s weaknesses.
- loses special abilities when his power source is lost or used too much.
- ranged fighting
tokal’s arsenal.
- his special power source abilities + his sai
tokal’s appearance.
milo's solo stories_
La, la, la, la, love spell.Milo leaned on the counter of a bar whilst sitting on a barstool, sipping a mojito and looking around."Milo, you can't just sit around. We're on a fucking mission, act like it." Nathan, Milo's partner spoke."Oh come on. Like you haven't wanted to have a little break before. Plus, I'm doing my job. You just do things differently to how I do them. Mind your business. You'd think after two years of working with me you'd learn that.""I don't even know why I try..."A fever rises in the head and scatters neurons.."Wait, wait, there he is." Milo stood up, shooting a glance at Nathan. "Watch and learn." Milo weaved through the dancefloor, until he was just the right distance away from him.He casually waved at him, sipping his drink, until the man approached him."Hey, pretty boy.""Hm. Original." "Let's get this sped up, shall we?" Milo smiled innocently, taking his rough hand into his soft, smaller hand.He winked at Nathan, who was shocked.As soon as they got into a room, and the door closed, Milo let the man push him against the door, softly kissing back compared to his feverish kissing. The man slid his fingers into Milo's mouth, grinning at his obedience. "Yeah, take it.."If I can have it, I'll do it all.After letting him have his way for a little bit, Milo casually slid out, pulling him by his tie towards the bed. He pushed him down onto it, smirking as he slowly straddled him, sliding up to his waist. Milo leaned down to his face.He whispered into his ear. "Tell them Milo sent you." With a harsh stab of his nail, and a stab of another, before a sharp drag down, blood was gushing out of his neck, as the man tried to yell. In response, Milo put his fingers into his mouth, shushing him. "Yeah, take it."As he quietened down, Milo put a fake fang into his mouth, withdrawing blood from his neck as proof of the man's death. Milo tilted his head, examining his work. He snapped the man's neck to one side to make his life easier, before hiding his body under the mattress and putting the blankets over the bloodstain. The organisation would clean that up for him. "Pushy fuck.."I wanted a love potion like a fool..Milo came back downstairs, and walked towards Nathan."Mi-""No, that shit was so stressful. Please just come...relax with me."He pulled Nathan across the dancefloor, and to a closet. He dragged them in, passionately kissing him."Mmmhhh.." Milo ran a hand over his neck, before pulling away to look him up and down. "I've been waiting for this.""Waiting for this? Well, you should've told m- a..agh...."The man struggled to finish his sentence, as he collapsed."I put gelsemium in your drink."Milo looked down at the man on the floor, squatting down next to him. "You were the true target tonight, Nathan. For two years, i've had to put up with your shit, and listen to your complaining. I wanted to do this sooner. See you in hell."He stood up, moving his right shoulder to the left with his left foot, and stomping with increasing pressure with his right foot on the side of his face, snapping his neck."Such a boring way to go." Milo inserted another fang, taking a sample of Nathan, and simply leaving his body in the closet. If chaos was caused, so be it.After handing the samples in, Milo sat cross legged on his bed, watching the blood from the samples drip into a large jar, all of his targets' blood accumulating into the jar."Well done, Milo. You reached a litre. That's...I don't even know how much targets worth of blood, especially considering how little we take."They're all the same to me."La, la, la, la, love spell.