Oblivion grunted as spears of ice erupted from the ground beneath him, their jagged edges ripping into his clothes as he dove to the side. Both blades in hands, he dashed forward with a great burst of speed, slashing Scum with his blades with little resistance. Grinding his foot into the ground, Oblivion thrust Scum away with all of the strength he could muster, sending his opponent careening into a nearby grove of trees and shrubbery. Narrowing his eyes, Oblivion sprinted after his foe, his swords glowing with arcane light as his adrenaline began to increase. An ethereal red ring materialized over Scum’s body, and a wave of fire erupte
"They're getting close to freeing her, Vein," Hyperion said as he slowly stood from his squat, his closed eyes now open. The Titan Lord of Light could feel his hold over Luna's mind begin to waver slightly. In a matter of time, maybe minutes, maybe hours, Luna’s grip on her body would return. And as she was not native to Mobius, turning her mind dark had been... difficult to begin with.
“It matters not,” a cold voice replied, the sound not unlike nails scratching a chalkboard. Vein stood before a long corridor, the walls an ancient architecture. He raised a hand, sensing a barrier in front of him. With a chuckle, he let his
"Luna..." Spirit said, his voice little more than a whisper. The fact that Luna, a great friend of his, was now threatening to impale him with ice drills was overwhelming. These eyes he looked into now were not Luna's, he knew that for certain. And yet... the familiarity of them, the memories they used to represent... were enough to halt all of Spirit's reasoning. His Vector Blade, which channeled his gravity powers, was just out of his reach. He could try to use the powers without the blade, but that would mean he might hurt Luna...
He narrowed his eyes as he tried to strategize, to find a way out of this situation. It had been a few minute
Outside of the building was quiet, a silent foreboding chill in the air reminding the very earth how critically important the outcome of this battle would be. For the Geneforce, the very destiny of the world... no, the destiny of the universe now hung in the balance, and failure was certainly not an option. For the villains, the greatest obstacle in the universe- the Geneforce- could finally be vanquished, and a new age could be brought about.
The motives for the villains? That varied. For Hyperion, he wanted to avenge his siblings, who fell at the hands of Xanthos. Charisma? She wants what she rightfully deserves, with Luna being an obstacl
A mighty foot smashed into Blastion's face, sending him reeling backwards in pain. He quickly lifted his hands to clutch his face as he backed into a wall. The blood from his new wound flowed across his face and covered his eyes, partially blinding him as he tried to blink it away. This was all wrong. The Geneforce were Mobius' mightiest heroes, the universe's first line of defense against intergalactic threats. They'd taken down much more powerful foes before, so why was Charisma such a problem?
~Because she's crafty. She knows when she's outmatched...~ Blastion thought to himself bitterly. He dodged a deadly kick from Charisma's shoes, who
To live is to die. To die is to live. It is impossible for one to turn back the hands of time... Or so you may think. Some say time is but an illusion, others believe it akin to omnipotence. Perhaps they were right, perhaps they were wrong... But in the depths of the underground cavern, the Kronos Stone did not care for such trivial thoughts.
It could sense beings of great power above, fighting valiantly, but not realizing the outcome of their hopeless struggle. In the claws of time, they would be forever forgotten, forever alone. History would speak of their feats, but would never be able to reimage their souls.
The Stone knew they were co
The Bedlam Games - Impending Disasters by Phirania, literature
Literature
The Bedlam Games - Impending Disasters
Freak. Monster. How long could one take such slander? How long would it take for a man to snap completely? To fall off the edge of sanity and lash out against the world? Well, perhaps some could ignore it and brush it off... but not Riley Cole. When someone said something hateful to him, he'd knock their lights out, no questions asked. Riley stood on a cliffside overlooking a highly-populated city: New Hildebrand. It was a large and imposing urban mega-city, the very site where so many of Riley's problem's had began. But... it wasn't just him who had to suffer.
The sun was setting, the skies now crimson. Riley's well-chiseled face was weary
A silver feminine figure rocketed through the sky, her transparent body shining in the dawning sun's light. She glared behind her at the costumed man chasing her, dressed in military garb. As the sun's light grew stronger, the soldier seemed to become faster, catching up to the Spectra's speed easily. He lifted a hand, and a beam of electrical energy erupted from his fingertips. The ghostly woman tried to fly out of range of the attack, but as she looked behind her, she could see the beam sharply change direction, right towards her. She growled in frustration and her hair grew several times in length, shielding her body from the attack. As th
The Badlam Games - One Wish by Phirania, literature
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The Badlam Games - One Wish
"Where is this place?" A field of cobalt sparkled grass stretched out into a large expanse of land, a single tree in its center. The tree's leaves were platinum in color, its many limbs were a dazzling gold. The soft crimson skies above lacked clouds of any kind, yet somehow blocked the sun's beams. The songs of the forest were nonexistent, leaving only the unseen howl of the winds. With each sway of platinum leaves, a silvery being would be seen wandering the grasses, but fade away just as quickly. Though a place of great beauty, gloom hung heavy in the air.
The speaker was feminine in origin, yet her voice was rough, as if it hadn't been u
The Bedlam Games - Secrets by Phirania, literature
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The Bedlam Games - Secrets
"You shouldn't be here."
Steely cold eyes shrouded by shadow pierced through the young teenage girl, their presence exuding a sense of fear. The girl stepped backwards, her eyes wide as the eyes began to move closer, their host now mere yards away from the girl, yet still cloaked in darkness. As a cold wind swept through the dark autumn night, the girl could feel a chilling sensation from behind her. Within the space of a mere second, the person she had been following had planted itself behind her, and it wasn't happy.
"You just couldn't keep to yourself, could you? Just had to try to out me and my family? Well, that ain't happening!" The v
Oblivion grunted as spears of ice erupted from the ground beneath him, their jagged edges ripping into his clothes as he dove to the side. Both blades in hands, he dashed forward with a great burst of speed, slashing Scum with his blades with little resistance. Grinding his foot into the ground, Oblivion thrust Scum away with all of the strength he could muster, sending his opponent careening into a nearby grove of trees and shrubbery. Narrowing his eyes, Oblivion sprinted after his foe, his swords glowing with arcane light as his adrenaline began to increase. An ethereal red ring materialized over Scum’s body, and a wave of fire erupte
"They're getting close to freeing her, Vein," Hyperion said as he slowly stood from his squat, his closed eyes now open. The Titan Lord of Light could feel his hold over Luna's mind begin to waver slightly. In a matter of time, maybe minutes, maybe hours, Luna’s grip on her body would return. And as she was not native to Mobius, turning her mind dark had been... difficult to begin with.
“It matters not,” a cold voice replied, the sound not unlike nails scratching a chalkboard. Vein stood before a long corridor, the walls an ancient architecture. He raised a hand, sensing a barrier in front of him. With a chuckle, he let his
"Luna..." Spirit said, his voice little more than a whisper. The fact that Luna, a great friend of his, was now threatening to impale him with ice drills was overwhelming. These eyes he looked into now were not Luna's, he knew that for certain. And yet... the familiarity of them, the memories they used to represent... were enough to halt all of Spirit's reasoning. His Vector Blade, which channeled his gravity powers, was just out of his reach. He could try to use the powers without the blade, but that would mean he might hurt Luna...
He narrowed his eyes as he tried to strategize, to find a way out of this situation. It had been a few minute
Outside of the building was quiet, a silent foreboding chill in the air reminding the very earth how critically important the outcome of this battle would be. For the Geneforce, the very destiny of the world... no, the destiny of the universe now hung in the balance, and failure was certainly not an option. For the villains, the greatest obstacle in the universe- the Geneforce- could finally be vanquished, and a new age could be brought about.
The motives for the villains? That varied. For Hyperion, he wanted to avenge his siblings, who fell at the hands of Xanthos. Charisma? She wants what she rightfully deserves, with Luna being an obstacl
A mighty foot smashed into Blastion's face, sending him reeling backwards in pain. He quickly lifted his hands to clutch his face as he backed into a wall. The blood from his new wound flowed across his face and covered his eyes, partially blinding him as he tried to blink it away. This was all wrong. The Geneforce were Mobius' mightiest heroes, the universe's first line of defense against intergalactic threats. They'd taken down much more powerful foes before, so why was Charisma such a problem?
~Because she's crafty. She knows when she's outmatched...~ Blastion thought to himself bitterly. He dodged a deadly kick from Charisma's shoes, who
To live is to die. To die is to live. It is impossible for one to turn back the hands of time... Or so you may think. Some say time is but an illusion, others believe it akin to omnipotence. Perhaps they were right, perhaps they were wrong... But in the depths of the underground cavern, the Kronos Stone did not care for such trivial thoughts.
It could sense beings of great power above, fighting valiantly, but not realizing the outcome of their hopeless struggle. In the claws of time, they would be forever forgotten, forever alone. History would speak of their feats, but would never be able to reimage their souls.
The Stone knew they were co
Traveling through the tunnel, Blastion glanced at the other two quickly before facing front again. He wasn't exactly comfortable with either of these two beings behind him. Being a bounty hunter, Blastion often didn't bother forging alliances, much less making bonds of friendship. His lava-tipped tail flared somewhat, illuminating the darkening tunnel. He was especially cautious around Xanthos, someone he knew very little about. Blastion wasn't sure if he could trust the cat. And Xanthos knew it. The last encounter the two had had wasn't exactly... pleasant, to say the least.
Xanthos didn't quite trust Blastion either, finding the fox's life
"Come on, step it up!!" Speedster yelled as he jogged backwards through the tunnel. Despite the clusters of crystals hanging dangerously low from the ceiling, Speedster had no trouble dodging them for the past ten minutes or so. He grinned goofily as he stopped, waiting for Luna to catch up. "Don't you want to beat some baddies? I do! I love crushing them into the ground and laughing in their faces! But then they always slip away before I can really throttle 'em!"
Luna was annoyed, rubbing her temples to ease her headache. This hog seriously couldn't stop talking!! She ducked underneath a cluster of crystals from above, reaching Speedster's
Gates of Heaven, Depths of Hell by Phirania, literature
Literature
Gates of Heaven, Depths of Hell
Where have the heroes gone?
Corrupted by sadness,
Fallen into vengeance.
Villains fight for control
but Chaos rules them all.
Ragnarok draws cloaser.
Peace a lost illusion.
What has caused peace to die?
Where have the heroes gone?
A woman cries in sleep.
Blankets can't keep her warm.
She lost her own daughter.
Her first friend was murdered
And she couldn't save him.
Those heroes fought Madness
Trying to protect hope.
Madness became Passive
But Order lost control.
Chaos within the light.
With the Balance restored
The final trial stood.
They would not truly win:
Their losses were too great.
A teen male seeks revenge.
His
As soon as the words left Luna's lips, Charisma's undead minions sprung from the shadows, mouths dripping with drool. They were instantly upon the heroes, overwhelming them with their numbers.
They were misshapen, their bodies contorted in strange positions and mouths gnashing with drool. The heroes quickly readied themselves for battle.
Blastion front-flipped towards a nearby group of undead, his lava tail blazing at he tail-whipped them. Their frail bones instantly snapped under the heat and fell to the ground, bodies smashing to bones on impact. Blastion then lifted a hand to the undead's defenseless head, and unleashed a wave of lava t
Tips to Writing a Proper Character by Avengers-OC, journal
Tips to Writing a Proper Character
Hello, it's your co-founder speaking! Right now, it's not a problem, but later on when the group gets bigger, this needs to be fixed. So I have officially written a how-to guide on making a great original fan character! Just follow these steps, and you're on your way to having some awesome OCs!
1. Research
This is always the hardest step in creating your character. It may seem time consuming and boring, but trust me, it'll help. Things to research include:
What do the characters in the universe look like?
Since this is the Marvel universe, you are limited to what normal humans look like. For example; Caucasians will most likely have blonde h
Creating a Well-Developed Original Character by amber-sky, literature
Literature
Creating a Well-Developed Original Character
Creating a Well-developed OC
Hello! Welcome to my guide on the creation of a balanced, believable original character! Whether this is your first time creating a character and you want some advice on where to start, or you need to tweak your character, because you're unsatisfied with it, then you've come to the right place. In this guide you'll find details on the importance of every aspect of an OC, from something seemingly insignificant as the name to the powers of a character.
This guide can be applied to original characters of any fandom or purely of your creation for your own story! If your setting doesn't include some parts, like havin
I'll be posting X parts 1 and 2 very soon, so let me know what you think there! The conclusion of the story leaves the universe a much darker place, where our heroes may not be quite the heroes they used to be...
Of course! It was an incredibly insightful read, and covered several topics that I've always found important to keep in mind when creating characters -- especially superheroes. Keep up the great work!
Not a problem! Sadly, my internet was funky the last few days, so I couldn't reply sooner... But I'm really in love with the new style you used! Did you use the same program that you've been using or is it something new?