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Machina Somnium

Tired Edgerunner
Mentor
Forum Moderator: Creative Forums
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Life on the Edge GM
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Age:

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Brief Bio:

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Machina Somnium

Tired Edgerunner
Mentor
Forum Moderator: Creative Forums
Benefactor
Life on the Edge GM
Name: Zhe-Typer
Age: 333 iterations
Gender: N/A He/Him They/Them Xhe/Xhev
Species: Lesser Demonic Iteration from an alternative hell ring.

Brief Looks:

Slender, with a dark blue body, four yellow eyes and long black hair. He wears a thick, long coat that covers most of his body. From under it, on his backside peeks a long tail with black, fluffy hair at the end and all over its underside. His whole body has a very short, very soft fur texture, and his mouth hides rows of sharp fangs. His ears are long-ish, and give most of his emotions away when his eyes don't. In contrast with the rest of his body, his cat-like nose is pink, and so is the inside of his ears.
A long, single horn protrudes from his forehead, this can be grabbed and taken out on ocassion. (See abilites)

Brief personality:

Sort of quiet at first, but then he warms up to someone and becomes flirty, generous and protective. Even if at the end what matters most is his own survival.

Brief Bio:

Once upon a time, two demons got suck in a frozen office building on one of hell's furthest rings. No power, no way out, and it was filled with dangerous critters that spawned in the basement. Typer and his co-worker hadn't done much but filing taxes and capital punishment permissions for decades, but they had to learn how to defend themselves and thrive in a hostile environment. They both got really close, and had each other's backs every single day.

On the first day of an iteration of the rings, a portal opened, and after hesitating... Typer jumped through, leaving behind his close partner for the sake of survival. Now he must go on, while guilt eats at his core.

Abilities:


He can grab his horn and pull on it to produce a weapon of sorts. Usually blades, like swords or daggers. But when required it may also be a bow and arrows. For him to bring a weapon out of his head, he must know the layout of it at heart. Or be looking at them directly. In which case he could only do it while he's reading the schematics.

  • Swift of movement and light on his feet, agile and resistant, but brute force evades him.
  • Surprisingly adept at popular dances, for the fun of it.
  • If taught, he could learn magic. Right now he can only summon weapons from his horn.
  • Experienced writer, carries a diary with him, which he writes in every night.
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*His coat is thick enough to provide a good amount of protection against wild animals, the cold, and basic attacks like bites or punches.
 

Machina Somnium

Tired Edgerunner
Mentor
Forum Moderator: Creative Forums
Benefactor
Life on the Edge GM
Name: Ezrael "Ezra" Invierno/Estraven Invierno
Age: 500+
Pronouns: He/Him
Gender: Used to be cis male, now unsure.
Species: (Cyber)Monstruous Cervitaur

Brief Looks:

Past
Like a human torso sprouted out of the base of a deer's neck. White furs and blue eyes. (The deer head top still blinks and moves its ears).
Usually wears colorful fabrics when travelling, to avoid getting lost in the snow. Ezrael doesn't fear attracting predators.

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Present day

His body is now made of a metallic alien alloy, after one too many adventures in outer space. The surface is matte, not very reflective. He is covered in green biolights that dim at will but should never turn off unless he's no longer alive. A fur line down his deer half back and his tail are the only remains he has of his flesh and blood body. It's incredibly fluffy.
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Brief personality:

With his own moral code and a strong but strange sense of honour and duty. Serious when he has to be, but if you become a friend, you'll never know what fear is again. Ezrael looked for someone to guard who was worthy of his service since he left his home behind. He has since become a bodyguard for numerous creatures, making friends all over and leaving them behind just as often. He yearns for purpose, but he needed to cover his own needs first, and work as a bodyguard makes good money. He will commit to those he swears loyalty to, if only temporarily, and do whatever necessary for them to accomplish their mission. Be it to get somewhere, or for them to get something.

As a deer, he struggles with his nature as a prey animal. Regardless of his strength and ability, he's jumpy. Sometimes his joints lock up when danger is close and they won't obey him. He refuses to be ridden like a common beast, taking any attempts as an insult to his honor.

He has recently turned into metal, quite the struggle for a magical creature that wasn't even aware what a robot was until he left his own dimension. He hasn't come to terms with it yet, not fully, and doesn't quite know the extent of his own body. He has some fabrics left, now part of him, from the clothes he took with him before leaving his realm. They now hang from his head, and carry a smidge of familiarity if only in color. He was taught to do light self-maintainance in his body, and he has since shown interest in learning more about alien machinery and engineering. He has a softness for fuzzy things and hair, he carries a small fuzzy stress ball. He struggles with the idea of if he truly is himself, when he's no longer in his own body.

Brief Bio:

Once the guardian of a territory he failed to protect, Ezrael now hosts the soul and wields the power of a powerful fae. He comes from a land of magic and adventure. He served a fallen lord. Now he travels realms in different company, as a paid bodyguard. Curiosity often getting the best of him. He's interested in machines, and after a recent accident he was turned into one. Not that anyone bothered to ask if he'd rather die. He's trying to understand his body, his existence and a very weird magic he's been using. He has also been considering adopting a fuzzy pet, since he greatly misses his own fur and animal side.

Abilities:

Extraordinary resistance and movements, granted to him by the fae he once worshipped Alien technology.

Hand to hand fighting with a variety of weapons. Shooting.

Summoning a peculiar, two side bladed spear. (It can break and take a while to return)
Summoning a neon light bow and arrows. (It can break and take a while to return)
Both weapons now resemble neon green energy for some unknown reason.

A magic that he can't understand yet, so for now he can only do little tricks of elements and warmth. It has changed since he turned into metal, and now he is left with a neon green energy he doesn't understand at all. Is it technology only?, or magic affected by his own physical change?

Other:

He doesn't know it yet, and so he hasn't put a remedy to it. He is vulnerable to hacking and viruses the same way any machine would be. His body could be taken over, and he could be trapped in his own mind.

Sometimes he experiences very strong body dysphoria, since he was put into a metal vessel with very little of his own left. When he looks in a mirror he doesn't know what he's seeing but it doesn't feel like his reflection.

Very High temperatures will severely hinder his performance. He isn't aware of it yet. He fares better in the cold.

This is an old man trying his best to understand the operative system of his own body please have patience. He doesn't even know where the settings are and he keeps opening tabs
 
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Machina Somnium

Tired Edgerunner
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Forum Moderator: Creative Forums
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Life on the Edge GM
Name: Lobo for many, Feroz for the unafraid.
Age: How old is an archetype? Millenia, lost count.
Gender: What's that? Is it edible?
Pronouns: Any (sounds like what you might assume is a He/him)
Species: Abstract concept that reminds you of a wolf.

Brief Looks : Dark, scary, wears a fluffy Cape. He has many forms. From a normal, unassuming wolf, to the worst of your nightmares. When you let fear wrap around your mind, anything is possible. A sharp silhouette with fangs, wolfish ears and red eyes is always the answer. Because he is fear and fairytale given mind and a body, what you think you see is that is there. Have you heard of the big bad wolf? Then that is what you see. Are you afraid? Then there he is, threatening and tall. But for all you know, this is a big street dog, or a furry fellow that may help your grandma cross the street. (Please don't actually leave him alone with your grandma)





Brief personality: Hungry for knowledge, for power and for you. Literally. From the shepherd's son, to the three little pigs, the wolf always hungers. It's a constant that regardless of what he consumes his stomach is an empty maw that needs more. Only people devoured alive can satisfy him, and never for long. As far as he knows. It is his dream, to live a life in which he can see people as people and not just the next bite. What he is feeding off isn't literally meat, so it doesn't matter what you are made of. Only that you are alive.

The wolf is lonely, but doesn't trust himself to keep a friend uneaten. Or unafraid. He's new to Nexus, and to consciousness. What comes from an imaginary bundle of ideas? Feroz wants a friend and a blanket in good days. The rest of the time, he wants to be sated, darkness and prey.

One thing he cannot stand, are malicious lies. Above most other things, the wolf values loyalty and a snack.

Brief Bio:

Once upon a time, there was a dimension with many stories of old. These stories helped keep their children safe, and warned them away from danger. In the old times, it was wild animals, like wolves, that ate their farm animals and also them if they weren't careful. Dark ravenous beasts that lurked in the night and painted the green flowery fields with blood and guts.

Nowadays, we fear strangers, the unknown, our neighbors, technology... Oh, it used to be so simple. Someone decided to try a spell, to banish all that was bad from the world. Feroz was born as a spiral of supposed negativity, and banished to Nexus seconds after opening his eyes for the first time. A portal gave him shape, mind. From humanity he inherited hunger, ambition and kindness. So here it is, a monster not so monstruous. Who fears the big bad wolf?

Abilities:

He can eat anything. Alive or not, if he can shape his Maws around it it can be eaten. But it will only temporarily stop his hunger if it was alive while it was eaten.

Feroz can shapeshift into a normal wolf, an anthropomorphic wolf/werewolf, and a shadowy cloud of darkness that resembles your worst fear! He could also look like a man with the head of a wolf. But he finds human bodies ugly, weak and lacking fur. So he doesn't take the shape often.

He instills fear and unease into whoever surrounds him, unless they have some sort of spiritual/magical shield. Or they are scarier to Feroz than he is to them. This can go from rendering you catatonic from fear, to a very light unease and distrust. Depends on who is affected.

He fights with claws and teeth. Magical claws that can cut through hard metals and break walls. Sharp teeth that could test off an arm. His jaws are very powerful.

His saliva, tears and blood can heal wounds. But only if you don't fear the big bad wolf.

If he has eaten someone whole, you have an hour to cut open his belly and you may get them back alive and undigested. The wolf will heal.

The damage you can do to him, varies. If you see a powerful terror inducing nightmare. There isn't much to do. If you see a big dog, then you can probably kill it if you kick it hard enough in the head. The wolf can be killed and will be rendered to a dusty cloud of darkness for some time, until his dead body has decomposed and is gone. But it always returns eventually.

Immortality, as simple as that.

He can find people if he has smelled them before.

His howl can be heard for miles.

He can puff/blow air hard enough to knock people over. But he can't move while he does it.


Other:

To the touch, he is either very soft fur, or sharp teeth.

His favourite colour is red.

His favourite foods are evil liars, and meaty dishes prepared with love.

Being petted is nice. But he doesn't get a lot of Pets :(.

If he is REALLY bored, he will chase his own tail.

He has a social media account where he uploads pictures of his latest meals. He also has a phone, and doesn't know his own phone number.

He rarely looks like a real, material being. And tends to look like a shadow, or a "cartoon".
 
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