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TMD - R2 shiosk vs MadicanI walked on the floor. Author walked on the ceiling.
After we'd defeated Ion and Gwyll, Author and I had just kept walking in this spacious hallway. When we'd rounded the corner the other two had been gone, despite there only being one hall at the bottom of the stairs, stretching off into infinity. And lining the walls of the hall were doors of all shape and size, a plaque marking each one. Unlike the ones upstairs, these said things like First Methodist, GA and Sacred Cross, TX.
"Interesting doors," I said, running my hand along them as we passed, feeling the different textures of each one. "Wonder what this place is?"
Author laughed and I glanced up with an annoyed expression. "What? Perfectly legitimate question."
Author laughed again. "No, not really. Think about it. What sort of place would have doors marked from Alpha to Omega? Or doors marked with names of churches spanning throughout the globe? Keeping in mind everything is a pristine shade of white that somehow doesn't seem ga
TMD - R1 - Tenyo v. MadicanStrip the Veil, Strike the Shadow
I walked through the shifting void of the dream I was trapped in. And the only one I had to rely on was the character who couldn't be trusted. Awesome.
We'd long left the crowd behind. Whether they had dispersed or not was unknown. Still, no matter where I went, I'd find someone eventually. This was a tournament after all. Funny, I'd entered a couple OCT's, but I'd never expected to be in one myself.
"So run this by me again," said Author, gliding beside me by way of his power. "You are such an incompetent Author you lost your pen and book."
"Yes," I said.
"And your ability to sense Imagination is atrocious."
"Right," The shapeless void sloped up slightly. I looked to the side and saw the shadowy impressions of what could possibly be buildings.
"And we are stuck together for this tournament, nevermind the fact that you are effectively helpless in it."
"Blame the Muse for that one," I said, seizing upon the chance to redirect his attention.
TMD - InterviewOC Interview Template
1.) As one of your characters answer the following
2.) Feel free to comment alongside your character as yourself, it adds to the fun and makes it more amusing to read x3
3.) It's easier to use one character at a time but if you want to do it again with another please feel free to ^^
4.) When answering don't feel like you have to tone down your characters. Do it all as you expect they really would if they were seriously answering these questions ^^
5.) Have fun
6.) Quiz created by: The-Bone-Snatcher
Characters: Author and Robert
..:: || Phase One, The Basics || ::..
What's your name?
A: Technically Author, but I do have a real name.
R: He's not going to give it to you though. And my name is Robert. No nicknames.
Where are you?
A: Indeed! A good question, but I have no answer. I don't reside in any one place for long and am currently on--
R: He's on Earth is what he means. Same here, but different Earth, on the western coast of the US.
TMD - AuditionDuality
I sat in the luminescent rainbow sanctum of my mind and wondered when the show was going to start. I never remembered this intermission of sleep just before REM, not until I was back here picking through my thoughts of the day. My subconscious was keen to let me do my thing, a slight advantage of lucid dreaming. We had an agreement where he would get to do whatever he wanted, and I would try not to take control of the dream unless it was the very end or I got irritated enough to blast someone.
I conjured a beanbag and plopped down in it, idly flicking big bubbles away that represented my experiences. Uneventful all of them. Internet being down, playing Morrowind, writing an audition for an OCT on deviantART, writing for the hell of it, reading The Throne of Flames, re-reading The Red Pyramid, etc, etc.
There was a flicker in my mind and I slapped aside the memories of eating barbecued chicken. "Ready?" I called out as my thought bubbles tumbled away towards the memory ba
TMD - Author's SheetName: Author
Appearance: See comment box.
Personality: Author is a trickster archetype, only getting serious when he is in serious danger. He enjoys playing mind and verbal games with people, with a tendency to pull them into his own pace. He is capable of talking normally with people, but it would require him to not think they're fun to antagonize. And considering he's played the "I'm not touching you" game with an ork before, good luck with that.
Abilities: Author has the ability to, at will, conjure and manipulate the form of his pens into any non-biological object that is comprised of three pieces or less. This means swords and shields, not guns or plague. He generally keeps the first in the form of his left arm and his favored entrance to a battle is super-sizing the prosthesis into the form of a monstrous claw. The second pen acts as his robe and cloak, but is rarely revealed as such. He can use it to fly, though it is a bit unwieldy considering his body and
TMD - Robert's SheetName: Robert
Appearance: Red hair, blue eyes, white and highly freckled skin. He stands at 6'5" and 215 lbs. So yeah, skinny with an average body build. And while he ain't going to be running any cross country meets, he doesn't get exhausted going up stairs or lifting things. There's a prominent scar on his right wrist from a surgeon's botched attempt at sewing an incision shut.
Personality: Robert varies. When confronted with something new he shuts up and observes everything he possibly can, mentally filing away his options. Despite this he is horrible at remembering people's names though he can place their appearances fairly well. To experiment with this come up and introduce yourself, walk away, then come back twenty minutes later. Who are you again?
But when placed under pressure, Robert alters his thinking. He reacts to a situation immediately, subscribing more to the fight part of the syndrome than flight. He is knowledgeable on a variety of matters ranging f
TBOS OCT - Entry StoryCut Short Eternity
"Oblivion really isn't all it was cracked up to be," said Regis as he drifted in the white void where there had once been heaven. Shattered fragments of his armor drifted by, dipped in a mixture of gold and red. For all he'd lived his countless lives worshiping an almighty Ruler of Heaven, the so-called deity had done the same thing mortals did when stuck with a sword. Scream and bleed.
Regis touched his chest and felt nothing. He vaguely recalled a seraph's sword glancing across it earlier. That was another thing he'd found odd. The invincible host of heaven had been about as threatening as a swarm of children. About as durable too. He'd lodge a complaint about false advertising to the afterlife, but he'd just obliterated it.
"In which case where am I now?" said Regis, not even bothering to turn his head. All he'd see was more white. If he was lucky he'd catch a glimpse of his sword's hilt, which was currently orbiting him. Minus a blade, but a sou
TBOS OCT - RegisName: Regis, King of Heroes.
Age: Ten physically. Unknown mentally.
Physical Description: Regis is of average height and weight (for a child), with white hair, fair skin, and silver eyes. Literally all silver, with no pupils or irises. He looks this way because he is a hero who ascended to heaven. Even if he did destroy heaven shortly after, he retains his afterlife appearance. Same reason he looks this way even in his child form.
His body isn't much to speak of compared to how he was before, but he still has the figure of a swordsman, with his arm and leg muscles especially developed for agility. He no longer bears any scars or other markings that he had, since the regression took him back to how he was as a child.
Clothing/Armor: As a result of his forced regression, Regis's old armor and weapons are too big for him. However he has altered his old clothing to fit his younger body. While this leaves him much less protected than he was as an adult, there's n
TBOS OCT - Character Draft"I am Regis, the King of Heroes. None have journeyed longer or fought harder than I have. None stand in my path, for who can bar a king's way? I do not tolerate obstacles and crush anyone or anything who becomes one. This world is mine and all who are in it. And by my hand, to prove it is mine, I will destroy it. But do not judge me until you have heard my story."
"My name used to be one without power. Jenks. A minor hero who followed his path, gained many allies and enemies, lost so much and gained much more, and whose failure was tempered into a resolve that would lose to no one."
"My story was painful and prolonged. I was to be one of several heroes who would challenge a great evil and strike it down. We would save the world from its doom. That was our destiny given to us from heaven itself."
"My path was followed. I gained allies, others like me, and we knew our purpose. With the blessing of heaven we strode into that pivotal event, knowing we would emerge victorious. Our blades gl
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