Villain Contest

[prythian]

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the SPECTACULAR, STUPENDOUS, AMAZING, INCREDIBLE, GINORMOUS VILLAIN CONTEST!!!

Well, it's big anyway. Sorry, channeling Rocket for a moment there.

Anyways, as the title indicates, this is a contest for those of you who are black at heart, sick with anger, and boiling with hatred... or just those of you want to play a villain for a change rather than all the heroes.

You see, we on DS seem to have surplus of heroes. I think we can all agree that that gets rather BORING after a while, don't you think? So, for a short period of time, this contest holds the offer of a lifetime... post up your villain here, and if you are one of our top five villains*, you will win 30 additional skill points and 1000 additional Shop Credits when you make that character for real!

*Manipulative villains, while awesome, need not apply. We need villains willing to do overtly villainous acts and shake things up a bit.

Here's the edited character template for your convenience:

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[White]

A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits

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Username: White
Is This Character Canon?: no

Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It

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Name: Neysa Kae Ariadne
Race: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Twilight Town

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Appearance: At first glance, the girl looks sickly and frail(she pretty much is). Tall and skinny, the kind of skinny where it looks like the girl doesn’t eat much, not exercises much. Her complexion is pale, the only thing accenting her skin tone would be the dark circles around her eyes, hinting at the amount of sleep she gets. Her eyes are a clean and clear shade of blue, her hair a very light blonde, nearly white. It’s perfectly straight and she never keeps it too long, it rarely even reaches her shoulders before she cuts it back to a shorter length.

Personality:

•General Persona: A nice person would call her a perfectionist, but a smart person would call her completely batshit insane and avoid her like the plague.

That smart person would be right. Neysa often mumbles to herself. If one listened close enough, they might hear numbers, or just incessant rambling about stuff that doesn’t even make sense.

Neysa isn’t a people person. She’s incredibly introverted and goes out of her way to avoid speaking with people. The voices in her head are enough company. If she does need to speak, she’s quiet and says very little. People who try to make conversation with her will get a glare or either an empty expression. Either way, the awkwardness will normally discourage them from any continued attempts. If it doesn’t, well, let’s just hope it does.

She also walks around with a 'not quite there' expression on her face. It’s, to say the least, a little unsettling to the general public. It’s a good thing she doesn’t grace them with her presence very often.

•Inner Thought Process: There’s quite a lot that goes on in this young woman’s head. She’s got quite a few mental disorders, which qualifies her for the label of 'psychotic.'

Paranoid Schizophrenia - causes her to hear voices. These voices tell her that she’s meant for something special, that she’s meant to purge the world of all the impurities. If she fails or is found out, she’ll be killed, so she has to wait for the right moment to strike.

Sociopath - This means she has no interest in helping others, only in saving herself. If there is a person in need of assistance and Neysa happens to walk by, she’ll just keep on walking as if she never saw them.

OCD - has her checking doors and counting her steps where ever she goes. It also makes her extremely focused, so she’s scary good at whatever she puts her mind to.

Bipolar Type 1 – This makes her irritable and require very little sleep, while still having a very high amount of energy. During a manic episode, her thoughts will be moving too fast and she’ll resort to violence due to the anxiety the loss of control has caused. Anyone around her is highly advised to get the hell out of her way asap.

PTSD – Because of the hallucinations brought on by her schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, she’s developed post-traumatic stress disorder. The voices threaten her life if she fails, so she’s often worrying about that. This also keeps her awake and more prone to violence.

Neysa is a handful. Living with all these disorders has left her very messed up in the head. Her morals and ethics aren’t what a normally functioning person’s should be.

•Fears: Blood. But not just any blood, the fear is specific to her own.

•Pleasures: Counting, checking doors, practicing magic, solitude.

•Quirks: She only wears white, so it’s easier to find filth. A combination of a paranoid schizophrenic, sociopath, OCD, bipolar type 1, PTSD, and homophobia make for a bunch of other quirks.

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History: Neysa was born into a very rich family residing in Twilight Town. Her family was so well off that they provided her with tutors to educate her, instead of allowing her to go to such an atrocious place such as public school. For her entire life she was cut off from the outside world. Living at home, there were no other children to play with, her parents were hardly even around for her. The only company she had was her tutors, and eventually, the voices in her head.

Not too many years into her schooling, one of her private tutors discovered her amazing ability to concentrate. With the consent of her parents, another tutor was brought in to teach her magic. As expected, Neysa picked it up fast and continued to excel in it over the years.

When their daughter started to show signs of her mental disorders, they weren’t sure what to do. Doctors were brought in to examine her, but anything they tried had either a temporary for little impact on her state of mind. As the years passed, Neysa’s parents grew frightened of her and her stories of purging the world of all that is evil and began to distance themselves from her even further, and also making sure that she hardly left the house, for fear of her hurting someone else.

By the time she was 18, Neysa was already extremely practiced in the art of magic. There was so much to learn, and she was so good at it, that was nearly all she would do. No longer did she feel abandoned by her parents, no, she felt solace and comfort from the voices in practicing her magic.

Since her parents had her when they were already quite old and not expecting to have a child, they died not too many years ago, leaving their enormous amount of money and lavish house for Neysa. They still loved her, despite how afraid they were of her. But with them gone, Neysa has started to leave the house and venture into the public on her own.

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[00Penguin]

Username: kashew
Is This Character Canon?: -Yes-

Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It

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Name: Oogie Boogie
Race: Monster
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Halloween

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Appearance: Oogie’s entire rotund body, from his head to his toes, is made out of a grey burlap sack. The seam that holds his body together is visible along the sides on his entire body showing that he is a just two halves. The top of his head is extends outward and flops into a shape much like Santa Claus’ hat. His eyes are nothing more than just black holes along with his mouth, the cloth crinkle all along his lips. Occasionally a snake pops out acting as his tongue which would use to scare people. He has fingerless ‘hands’ and has stubby legs making him unable to run very fast. Although not seen unless his seam is pulled, Oogie’s entire body is made of bugs and all assortments of other crawlies.

Personality:

•General Persona: As the Oogie Boogie Man, he’s out to scare the daylight out of his victims. Whether it’s by torture or just jumping out, fear is what he gets a kick out of it. Also in comparison with other villains, Oogie is the more sassy of any villain, always throwing smart remarks at people.

•Inner Thought Process: While he is suppose to be fear, he is actually a coward. He is never seen playing a fair game, as he relies on his booby traps and his other assorted devices to scare or defeat his victims.

•Fears: While he is cowardly, it’s not exactly defined what he actually is afraid of, but it could be guessed that Jack Skellington, The Pumpkin King, may scare him a little bit.

•Pleasures: Scaring people his job and he loves it. But when he’s not tickling his own ‘funny bone’ with the screams of others, he’s gambling and playing all assortment of games that would be dangerous for people other than Oogie.

•Quirks: Being sassy doesn’t mean people would like him, but also being a coward ends up paying for itself.

But Your History Decides Your Version of "Responsibility"

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History: No one ever knows the story behind Oogie Boogie, mostly because they never want to get near that ‘man’. But what can be said is that Oogie may have his ‘humble’ begins as a small bug. A simple bug that scurried around and then scared a little girl. This little bug was amused by then kept repeating this each time scaring more people. Scaring little girls and women was good and all but his need for more fear grew as well as his collection. Taking control of an old burlap sack and collecting more critters he began to shape into the monster that he is now. For many years Oogie was scaring people all over the world filling their dreams to the brim with fright. Each time growing more and more famous. Over the many years Oogie’s influence spread far and wide, making him the most feared of all the citizens. But due to this he was in need to food but that was when he across Lock, Shock, Barrel. With a good scared he made a deal with them about becoming his little helpers. If they helped him then he wouldn't eat them, rather simple to which the three agreed to and Oogie earned him some minions. But then that Jack Skellington came into town started taking some of his fame, but Oogie knew that he was going get his fame back from that Jack; all he needed to do was just wait for the right to remove him from the picture.

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[Blazed Soul]

A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits

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Username: Blazed Soul
Is This Character Canon?: No

Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It

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Name: Abel Stearns
Race: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Homeworld:

Your Decisions Will Decide the Outcome of the Universe

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Appearance: Abel is a large man, which is to be expected considering he used to be a palace guard. He has dark brown hair, nearing black, and blue eyes. His hair is wild, and looks as though it hasn't been cut in a while, as it hangs uneven and nearing his shoulders. His eyes though, have a feature only noticeable when you stare into them: they're empty, hollow, the eyes of someone who should be avoided. His outfit is plain, a pair of dark pants, a red shirt with a dark gray jacket over it, and a pair of heavy boots.

Personality:

•General Persona: Abel tends to view others as beneath him, and when he talks to them, it shows through easily in his cruel words. He doesn't talk to people unless he has to, though he can easily "fake" his emotions when he needs to.

His eyes are what truly give him away to people, though looking into them for too long is dangerous for one reason: if you're looking into his eyes, you've taken your eyes his hands, and if you're that close and not looking at his hands, you don't have much time left.

When he does try to look innocent though, he can easily pull it off, looking like the very picture of wounded pride and hurt feelings. It's what has allowed him to get away with what he's done for so long.

•Inner Thought Process: Abel's thought process is extremely complex. If one was to put it in terms of having twin sprites on his shoulders, they'd both be devils, each trying to think of a way to outdo the other's suggestion.

He sees people as nothing more than playthings and tools, to be used, broken, and discarded. At the same time, he's more than happy to lie and cheat through any challenge people could give him, if just belittle them for making the challenge "too easy."

•Fears: None.

•Pleasures: Getting something he desires.

•Quirks: He's a sociopath.

But Your History Decides Your Version of "Responsibility"

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History: Abel Stearns was born a normal kid, born to a normal family in Radiant Garden. He was an only child, born to loving parents. And yet, he wanted more. When he was able, he joined the guards of Radiant Garden, as he wanted to be able to help the city he loved so much.

And yet, one day, one fateful day, he saw the darker side, the corruption that had become part of the world. He ran across the hell of the world, as he was captured by a gang of brigands for use in a ploy to get their leader back after he'd been captured. During the 4 days he was a prisoner, he experienced the darkness of human nature. He endured unimaginable torture, both physical and mental, and on the fifth day, the situation changed. He managed to escape his bonds due to a foolish mistake by a captor, and tore his way out of the hideout, brutally killing all the brigands in his escape. And yet, when he found his way back to Radiant Garden, he learned something that was both enlightening, and horrifying to him: his comrades had never planned to get him back. He was meant to be some kind of martyr. This final note, among all the others he'd seen, finally broke something inside him.

He left Radiant Garden for a short while that day, nearly a week. And when he returned, no one knew. And then....the deaths started. They were brutal, random, and nigh untraceable. And every time, the killer wasn't found. Abel was a wolf among the sheep now, someone who knew the truth of the world, and had seen just how awful people were, like animals, and deserved to be treated as such. And so, he continues to walk among the sheep.

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[DanteHyu]

Can I make the profile longer? I noticed that everyone was posting a short profile. I assume that's because this isn't a true character profile, but I just wanted to know if I can make everything a bit longer?

[prythian]

Keep the parts that we require, and you're good, Dante. Feel free to answer things longer and add parts to the template at will.

[NiNeLiVeS]

I adapted this off an original world setting. I think I took most of the nastiest bits away but if you find something that looks 14+ let me know and I'll take it out.

Oh, also, the demons in the setting were closer to Christian demons than Greek ones. Sorry about that. Still, it should be kinda-sorta okay? I dunno. >_>

A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits

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Is This Character Canon?: No

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Name: Pain
Race: Kakodaimone (Greek demons)
Age: 80ish as humans count the calendar, practically a newborn for demons though
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Underworld

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Appearance:

Born on the field of battle, far before , Pain knows nothing except for death. His ‘human’ form is therefore both appropriate and utterly useless: Pain takes the appearance of corpses. Usually ashen, often zombie-like, he doesn’t usually remember what he’s supposed to look like and changes appearance fairly often with skin going from an unhealthy ashy complexion to an infectious, gangrenous hue. Unfortunately, nothing quite stands out like a dead man walking, so it really doesn’t matter unless he happens to walk onto an army of undead (which happens more often than one might think what with cursed Aztec gold, skeletons stealing odd-and-end religious ceremonies and so on).

Some things that are kept constant, however, include a lack of lips and occasionally cheeks, leaving exposed sharp, bloody canines. His eyeballs are also bloodshot and have red irises. He also seems to have developed a morbid appreciation for veins and they tend to stand out in his humanoid form. Armor made from the skin or bones of other mortals also make frequent appearances on his person. The male forms he takes tend to be huge and muscular standing at over six feet and two hundred pounds, occasionally over seven feet but never more. His true form, the one that makes its appearance when he returns to the Underworld however, has more to do with his parentage that has bits of titan in it as well as the usual assortment of keres and limos and resembles a gigantic rock statue, although not quite as large as an actual rock titan it is nonetheless quite something.

It is to Pain’s eternal distress however that his human form seems to creep mortals out more than his true appearance which although frightening, tends to make mortals want to fight him. The true appearance, however, has the advantage of being a true warform; bred and suited towards the eternal wars of the Underworld. Standing at a towering height of over sixteen feet, Pain looks like hewed stone given life. Each step makes the ground tremble and each errant blow has the force of mountains behind it. Unfortunately, outside of the Underworld, this form is quite difficult to maintain as it is far too cold for the stuff that is her blood to run hot enough to animate his limbs and it sees only very limited use.

He wields a longsword that appears to be made of black stone. It's actually demonic-forged obsidian which retains the volcanic glass' unusual sharpness while also removing its tendency to shatter under stress. In human form it is as long as his arm, while he's a demon it resembles a toothpick.

Personality:

•General Persona: From a certain point of view, Pain is extremely innocent. He is not purposefully cruel, merely exceedingly talented at what he was born to do: spread death, destruction and chaos. As a war demon, he could probably be considered one of the smartest examples of his breed, unfortunately, a lack of ambition, a tendency towards indiscriminate slaughter during combat and an absolutely ludicrous human form with zero non-combat purposes have mostly rendered the issue of advancement moot. He is also exceedingly gullible by demon standards but unfortunately for those who would seek to manipulate him, his A-plan for any situation is kill everything that confuses him. In his defense, it’s worked out so far.

Secretly, he’s a bit of a romantic at heart. Underworld romance being what it is, it’s not quite the same thing as mortal romance but hey, it’s one of his few weaknesses. Not that terrible of a weakness seeing as he considers most forms of battle quite romantic, but take what you can. And for a given value of honor, Pain can also be remarkably honourable: it’s not the same as Greek honor: if Pain does not lie it is mostly because it does not occur to him to do so; if he keeps his word it is because any other course of action is literally unimaginable. Well… perhaps not quite as extreme as that, but fairly close.

Also, Pain has a ridiculous sweet tooth.

•Inner Thought Process: Pain tends to think things through by-the-demon-book which means he’s straightforward and admirably simple in his outlook on life. Concepts of good and evil are largely foreign to him and he will happily do one or the other if given proper motivation. If one might try to boil him down to his component psychic influences he is largely a demon that is lead by a slew of goals. The carrot-and-stick approach works quite well on him. Nonetheless, his ability to appreciate his goals and distinguish between which are ‘better’ and ‘worse’ has lent a complexity to his thought process that didn’t exist before.

•Fears: There is little Pain fears that comes from mortal sources. However, a trick played on him by a witch during his extreme youth has made him at loathe to offer up his true name anyone knowing that through using it they can take away his free will. While generally they do not exploit him much beyond what he usually does (i.e. spread death and destruction and so on) it is an uncomfortable feeling to be aware of doing things yet not consciously able to change them.

•Pleasures: Anything sweet. Cookies, for instance.

•Quirks: From a mortal standpoint his sense of aesthetics is way, way off.

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History:

Day 1
Was summoned by mortal sorcerer today. First time in mortal plane.

Last memory was of glorious battlefield. Lots of death and dying. Had eaten fill when hit by something. Probably a spear. Lost a lot of blood.

(Ha. Still managed to bite off head)

Fell asleep. Unusual. At time, thought self was dying. Somewhat annoyed. Human form so fragile.

When open eyes, was covered in dirty rags that held bits that were supposed to be inside, inside. Sorcerer dead. Cannot return home. Tiny mortal sitting on chest. Tiny mortal said it had fixed demonkin. Claimed that demonkin now owed it a boon.

Tiny mortal not even wearing metal clothes! Suspect that tiny mortal too tiny for metal clothes to fit.

Very embarrassing. Do not think mortal very bright. But mortal made self swear on Name and Soul and Ending Blight; on Rock and Stone and Silver. Still do not think mortal very bright. But boon is boon and swearing is swearing.

Something odd about mortal. Suspect it is not entirely mortal.


Day 3

Discovered huge jewel in the sky yesterday. Hard to spot past all the green things above, but demons have good eyes. Sought and received permission from mortal to go scout.

Climbed the very tallest plant-thing but jewel still out of reach. Very shiny. Wished very much to keep it. From ground, mortal mentioned that staring too long at sun jewel would make self go blind.

…mortal right.

…

Could see again today. Very happy. Flora died for a couple of meters. A feather mortal dropped out of a tree and split open its fool head. Almost reminded self of home. Mortal said to stop doing that.

Not doing it on purpose. Honest.

Tried not to look at sun jewel even if it is very pretty.

Watched mortal do mortal-y stuff. Not sure how mortals are still alive when most of their actions serve no purpose. Suggested that if mortal wished to remain properly hygienic, it should bathe in the blood of its enemies. Much more likely to develop blood magic like that.

Mortal snorted and told self to go prepare camp.

Saw moon jewel while guarding camp. Only small sliver. Very different from Sun jewel. Stared at it until it went away. Took off dirty rags: wound not so bad, already mostly healed.

Counted star jewels until mortal woke up.


Day 4

Suspect mortal soft in the head. Maybe dropped on it several times when even tinier.

Mortal fussed over wound. Said air not good for wound. All sorts of things would be attracted to it. Pretty sure that demon blood bad for mortal things, but owe mortal boon, not going to argue.

Caught a small mortal creature with big long ears and very soft fur.

Mortal burned it over a fire.

Such a waste!


Day 5

Bored.

Moon jewel did not appear.


Day 6

Still bored.

Moon jewel still did not appear.

Odd feeling in chest. Do not know what it is.


Day 7

Went blind again.

Can write without seeing! Is learning all sorts of useless things.


Day 8

Mortal mentioned its name today. Called itself ‘Asala.’

Suspect some sort of trap. Names precious, precious things. Told mortal to call demonkin ‘Pain.’

Not true, but not false either.


Day 9

Was attacked today.

Asala-mortal called attackers ‘human befoulers’ and other complimentary things. Humans called Asala-mortal ‘little knife-eared harlot.’ Was wondering if this was a courtship ritual. Sort of romantic. May have mentioned this out loud.

Human mortals said that Asala-mortal ‘consorting with demon.’ Not true, but truth very embarrassing. Could not say that owed mortal a boon. Kept mouth shut.

Human mortals said many other complimentary things.

Asala-mortal got very red in the face and told Pain to go squish humans. Was a little disappointed, but Pain never say no to more fighting.

Turned into true form and squished humans. Very boring. Humans not very good fighters. Suspect that Asala not engage in courtship ritual because humans so weak. Had bits of human stuck between toes and was itchy. Forced to use water to get it out. Humans not have as much blood as seem to. Disappointing.

Asala-mortal went to sleep right in the middle of all the bodies. Pain approve but not sure what to do. Count star jewels while waiting for Asala-mortal to wake up.


Day 10

Thought all mortals very small. Very impressed at how small Asala-mortal is when sleeping. Asala-mortal teeny-tiny. Asala-mortal did not seem to be scared to see Pain true form when waking up. Seemed a little mixed up, though.

Offered bodies to Pain for eating (precise words: get rid of), but bodies already full of death stillness. Cracked open some skulls for the brains, but other than that, was fine with leaving them there.

Asala-mortal made funny noises and lost some of her insides through her mouth. Very odd. Did not think mortal lifespans were that short. Did not think they could turn so green either. Mortal magic?

Asala-mortal wanted to walk lots today. Did not even stop to eat or bathe. Maybe looking for a place to die. Heard that some mortals do that.

Hope she says boon soon. And that boon not be too guard corpse until it turns to dust. Corpse turning into dust takes long time.


Day 11

Asala-mortal not dying.

Very disappointed.


Day 12

Attacked by more humans today.

Asala-mortal told them to go away. Long talky-talks. Did not listen to most of it. Mortals did not engage in courtship rituals. Instead, lots of talk about ‘justice’ and ‘demons’ and blah blah. Human mortals still attacked. Asala-mortal told Pain not to kill them, just hurt them.

Pain approve. Humans living in agony for several days a good idea. Asala-mortal needs to be more creative like that. Ripped off a few arms and ate them in front of their owners. Very satisfying.

Asala-mortal went to sleep again.

Suspect Asala-mortal is dying.


Day 13

Asala-mortal woke up. Started making water from eyes.

Funny feeling in stomach. Suspect that attackers yesterday were god-touched. Bad for digestion.

Asala-mortal said to burn bodies.

Burned the bodies.

Walked until sun jewel hit horizon. Sky turn red like blood. Very pretty. Asala-mortal looking very pale and fell asleep again.


Day 14

Asala-mortal did not wake up. Suspect death soon.


Day 15

Boooored.

Poked Asala-mortal with stick. Asala-mortal still not waking up. Wonder what to do if Asala-mortal comes back as ghost. Probably still have to follow it around.

Bless.


Day 16

Old smelly, mortal came by. Could not tell if god-touched or human. Offered to buy Asala-mortal.

Considered his offer. Suspected that owner of Asala-mortal would also own demon who owns Asala-mortal a boon. Politely refused offer. Also mentioned that Asala-mortal proably dying, not very good purchase. Also mention Asala-mortal very tiny and bony. Not good for eating either.

Old mortal said is practitioner of necromancy. Almost-dead body good for research. Pain did not think old mortal is necromancer: old mortal not smell like death. Pain had to bite off head just to check. Taste not so good. Very stringy.

Found lots of shiny things in pockets. Very pretty. Not sure what to do with them but dead mortal certainly not be needing them.

In end, not sure if necromancer or not.

Burn body.


Day 17

Asala-mortal woke.

Bless.

Asala-mortal made more water from eyes. Told Pain to stop killing. Pain ask if that is Asala-mortal’s boon.

(Hope not. Very difficult boon.)

Asala-mortal became very quiet. Said ‘please?’ in small voice.

Pain pat Asala-mortal on head. Asala-mortal so very silly. If want two boons, Asala-mortal need to save Pain two times and Pain not certain if better to be alive than to owe silly little mortal two boons even if silly little mortal attract lots of fighting.

Pain feeling generous today, give Asala-mortal a shiny.


Day 18

Arrive at village made only of scantily-dressed women and men with goat feet. Felt a bit like home except more musical.

Asala-mortal told Pain to transform into something ‘not ugly’. Pain wonder what ‘not ugly’ is, and Asala-mortal reminded Pain of long-eared mortal with fur. Pain think that such a small mortal would be hard, but it turn out it is not so hard.

Asala-mortal carry Pain into elf village.


Day 19

Have discovered cookies.

Strongly considered killing everything in village to get more. Asala-mortal said no, if Pain kill all mortals, after cookies are finished, no more cookies.

Asala-mortal make good point. Wonder how to get more cookies without making cookie-making people die. Perhaps just kill a few mortals, take their shinies, and trade for cookies?

Asala-mortal said must buy cookies. Legally. Very distressing. Rabbit-mortals not get many jobs.

Asala-mortal mention that Asala-mortal know how to make cookies. Considered merits of offering Asala-mortal another boon in trade for many, many cookies.


Day 20

Asala-mortal offered Pain deal: for every day no killing, Pain gets half a cookie.

Pain make counter-offer: five cookies!

Asala-mortal say two.

Agree at three cookies a day. Pain is very good at merchant-ing.


Day 21

Cookies!


Day 28

There were dark little things in today’s cookies. Asala-mortal called it chocolate.

Suspect ‘chocolate’ is magic. Cannot possibly taste this good naturally.


Day 38

Smelled human-mortals. Not like village-mortals. Village-mortals always smell like dirt and clinging green things. Human-mortals smell like stone and iron.

Didn’t see any. And Asala-mortal said not to kill.

Got three cookies today. Yay!


Day 42

Human mortals came today. Elf-mortals did a lot of screaming. Some blamed Asala-mortal for leading them here. Was hoping for cookies, so did not attack human-mortals, even if one of them looked very strong.

Maybe should start saving cookies? So that when really want to fight, still have some cookies to eat later.

Something to think of.

Asala-mortal made more water from eyes. Said she ‘didn’t mean it.’ Wanted to know what to do. Pain just warrior, and demon warrior at that. Told Asala-mortal to give Pain cookies. Asala-mortal laughed but was a laugh that did not want to laugh.

Said she was trading in boon.

“Protect village from humans.”


Day 43

Boon gone.

Found Asala-mortal. Asala-mortal dead. Village-mortals tried to chase Pain away. Pain not feel so good. Not sure why Asala-mortal all small and burnt. Asala-mortal is tiny but not clumsy. Would not have fallen into fire pit and be covered by dirt while Pain not looking.

Went back to true form without noticing. Villagers cannot chase Pain away while in True form. Village-mortals too weak.

Village-villagers said it was Pain’s fault. Pain did not understand. Still want to know why Asala-mortal dead.

Village-villagers said something about demons and rituals and perversion and war. Pain not very bright, but understand that village-mortals killed Asala-mortal.

Pain remember boon. Boon said to protect village from humans.

Never said to protect village from Pain.

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[mrcrazycakes]

A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits

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Username: Mr. Crazycakes, AKA Bob-Omb, AKA Gligar-Man, etc.
Is This Character Canon?: Negative

Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It

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Name: Aeon; Broken Remnant
Race: Formerly Human; spirit residing within animate armor
Age: Rougly one month since reanimation
Gender: Formerly male; speaks with and refers to self as male
Homeworld: Radiant Garden

Your Decisions Will Decide the Outcome of the Universe

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Appearance: Formerly a young man with blue hair, all that remains now is a suit of armor bearing what remains of his soul. The helmet of the armor is a black dome that allows sight from the inside-out, but not the other way around, and two forward-facing horns spike from the back of the helmet to about a foot past the end of the dome, with a pair of horns like mandibles at the base where the 'mouth' area of the dome ends, leaving a small space between the dome and the mandibles. The rest of the armor is decidedly light as far as armor goes, with a single spike adorning each of the shoulder pieces and a cape between them. Black material can be seen between the joints and individual pieces of armor, which bears a dull silver sheen with black accents, and the general body shape is one of a man that was lithe yet muscular at once. The outside of the knee and ankle joints both have spiked protrusions for visual effect. The armor bears a flowing cape of midnight blue with an embroided red heart on the back. It wields a unique two-handed sword in combat.

Personality:

•General Persona: Due to the circumstances of the lost soul's death and ressurrection, what remains of it is largely emotionless. Instead, it is driven by two things primarily; the desire to combat any beings with significant light in their hearts, and a sense of honor not dulled by death. Small vestiges of its former personality remain in small motions made by the body. In its own words, it seeks 'to extinguish the light, and bring all into darkness.' It seeks a being with a truly black heart worthy of commanding it, and speaks rarely.

•Inner Thought Process: Despite the small remainders of kindness and compassion, these are mostly overridden by the desire to extinguish the light in the hearts of those who have it. Because of this, the armor has an aversion to Keyblades, and is notably more vicious in battles where one is present. It has no problems with killing those with lights in their hearts simply for it being there, though when defeated it is noted that one must either gain more light or seek it out again if it is to be fought a second time. The small remainder of conscience in its body regrets the needless violence it causes, but can do nothing to stop it, instead arguing that those who survive will ultimately become greater bearers of light for it. In combat, it shows no sympathy.

•Fears: No fears remain

•Pleasures: No pleasures remain; driven by a desire to extinguish light, but does not seem to draw pleasure from it.

•Quirks: Lacks most emotions, seeks out and attacks beings with light in their hearts.

But Your History Decides Your Version of "Responsibility"

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History: The animated armor that calls itself Aeon was not always a suit of armor compelled by an instinctual desire to extinguish light, but rather he was a Human male at one point. He had been a proud and strong swordsman, who fell in battle for a dishonorable trick. Angered by his fate, his soul refused to move on to the Underworld, and remained haunting the armor lost in the wilderness for an unknown number of years. The arrival of the Anomaly in Radiant Garden was the trigger to the events that made this steel soldier a reality.

A wizard living in the city was present during the attack, and the influence of darkness brought out the worst things in the man's heart. He was driven out of town shortly, but in his wanderings of the wilderness beyond Radiant Garden, he discovered the suit of armor, still pristine despite having lain there for untold years. The man was able to speak with the spirit of the fallen warrior, and offered him a chance to live again. The spirit, desperate for a chance to make up for his shameful death at the hands of a ruse, agreed wholeheartedly.

The wizard kept his promise... but with a catch; he was somehow able to tear the light from what remained of the spirit's heart, and forced the incomplete soul into the armor. The act of tearing out the light in his heart shattered the spirit's memories, leaving very few clues as to who or what he had been before. The wizard informed the suit of armor that it was an entity of pure darkness, and that its goal was to extinguish all light, as well as serve him. However, the wizard had more light in his heart than he believed; almost as soon as the sentence left his mouth, the wizard found his neck broken in two and his head crushed by a fist of cold steel.

The armor named itself Aeon, the Broken Remnant, and devised for itself a plan until it had a master; it would crush the bodies of those with light in their hearts, and seek out one with a black heart worthy of its allegiance. Since that day, the Broken Remnant has shown itself several times in Radiant Garden, making its presence known to the world.

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[mrcrazycakes]

A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits

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Username: Mr. Crazycakes
Is This Character Canon?: Nope

Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It

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Name: Uroko
Race: Human
Age: Roughly 28
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Olympus

Your Decisions Will Decide the Outcome of the Universe

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Appearance: Thin to the point of being unhealthy, with fingers like claws and joints that seem to be spiked. In her normal appearance, her skin bears a light tan, her eyes are a bright violet hue, and she has raven hair that reaches to her back. Notably, her hair forms a pair of antennae near the base of her head that looks disturbingly like the antennae of a Neoshadow, and two sets of bangs frame her face on either side, the outer ones spiking like lightning bolts. Her outfit is a bit unorthodox in the way that, instead of the usual garb of women, she wears brown leather armor that doesn't cover her arms with black pants and a pair of black gloves, with the usual sandals, though she wears black socks beneath them. Her outfit is accented by bronze trim on the shoulders and around her waist.

She possesses another form, however, that changes her entire form black with slight variations. Her 'antennae' float in this form, and her body emits wisps of darkness, as well as her hands forming literal claws. Her body is more skeletal in this form than it usually is, and her eyes glow yellow much like a Heartless, though her facial features and pupils remain clear.

Personality:

•General Persona: A thief and a trouble maker, Uroko's personality can be described as shady. Her true motives are hidden, but she always seems to be pleased on the inside. She trash talks and mocks those who fight her almost constantly. She seems to enjoy causing trouble more than anything else. She is amazingly persuasive when she speaks, and can likely talk her way out of any situation.


•Inner Thought Process: Most of her thoughts hinge on how she can best ruin the lives of those around her to better her own existence, or to generally cause trouble. She is a kleptomaniac, and because of it driven to take anything that isn't nailed down, provided she doesn't get caught doing so. She hates anybody with the nerve to tell her what to do, and because of it hates most heroes for making her profession that much more difficult. She has very little in the way of a conscience, and revels in the suffering of others. Curiously, she acts more vicious in her other form, though she still mocks her opponents endlessly. Surprisingly, she does have a softer side, but only to people she likes and respects, which amounts to no one.

•Fears: Death, being in a relationship

•Pleasures: Causing strife, taking things that aren't hers

•Quirks: Kleptomaniac, enjoys ice cream

But Your History Decides Your Version of "Responsibility"

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History: Uroko is somewhat odd to the usually upstanding (Or at least behaving) people of Olympus. A thief, she is responsible for most of the disappearing items around Olympus, ranging from weapons to munny and so forth. She grew up as an orphan on the streets, and learned to survive through stealing what she needed while no one was looking, and learning the winding alleyways and rooftops for quick getaways if she was indeed seen. Over the years, this has led to many a shopkeeper wondering where their goods have gone.

Recently, about a month ago, a man from a place called 'Radiant Garden' caught her picking his pocket, and offered her a power she could only dream of if she would just follow him. Though skeptical, she went along with it. Once outside the city limits, the man said he was a 'sorcerer of the darkness', and that he could give her unique powers in exchange for her service. She lied and told him she would do as he asked, just long enough for him to give her that power and let her know how to activate it. Uroko thanked him by splitting his head open with her longsword. Though she hasn't had a need to use her new dark powers, she has taken a bit of time to learn what they are. She continues to menace the town as a thief, and has recently begun entering the tournaments in the coliseum.

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[DanteHyu]

A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits

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Username: dantehyu
Is This Character Canon?: No

Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It

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Name: Leonard Whitmickey a.k.a. Maestro Pandemonium
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Radiant Garden

Your Decisions Will Decide the Outcome of the Universe

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Appearance: Maestro has the appearance of a very nerdy, yet slightly intimidating man. He has his dirty blonde hair slicked back, a visor/headset piece keeping it back. This headset acts as a pair of glasses, since he complains about them making him look retarded. The visor also acts as something he can keep track of his music with. His eyes, though usually kept under his visor, are aqua with a few streaks of brown thrown in. Maestro likes to look relatively sharp for his “concerts”, so he wears a red and white tuxedo. The shirt is a normal white dress shirt with a black tie. The coat is a medium red with a white stripe going down both sides. The slacks are pure white and are held up by a black belt.
His shoes are black and shined to near perfection. He wears a pair of gloves and carries a relatively long walking cane made of oak and has a conductor’s baton tucked in beneath his belt. A hidden sword is located inside the cane.

Personality:

•General Persona: M.P. is a very eccentric man, make gestures with his hands as he speaks. He quite loudly so that he knows everyone can hear him. As an inventor of sorts, he occasionally will stop dead in his tracks of doing something and stop to contemplate if his calculations for his next attack will hit. He also has the habit of thinking out-loud and forgetting about nearly everything around him.
Leonard is quite intelligent, being able to invent things in his own home with a relatively small budget, but he has decided to use his intellectual prowess for evil instead of helping around town. Ever since he was told by his mother that he was going to be a nobody and a bum and after being told by his father that he was a useless mechanic and was barely able to lift anything with his flimsy muscles, he turned to the voice he hears inside of his head and uses it to compare ideas and whatnots.

•Inner Thought Process: Yes. M.P. is slightly insane and will sometimes even talk tom himself, forgetting that the voice isn’t outside of his mind and that other people don’t hear it. The voice constantly tells him how to better do things and will somehow cause Maestro some slight head pains if he continues to do things wrongly.

•Fears: Being accused of being useless and pathetic. Conducting his music at a slower or faster rate than normal.

•Pleasures: Being feared. Showing people that he’s not useless.

•Quirks: If taken lightly, he’ll come at you full force. He hates when people look down on his abilities.

But Your History Decides Your Version of "Responsibility"

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History: Leonard Whitmickey. He was the picture next to the word “Nerd” in the dictionary. He was slightly chubby; he had greasy hair, glasses, braces, and a bad case of “no fashion sense”. He was the one people would laugh at to make themselves feel better. He was the one who loved band because that was one of the only places he knew he could be without having taunts thrown at him from every direction.

At that point, his parents weren’t really worried about him being a failure. He was just a young teenager and there was so much time for him to grow into a successful young man. Sadly, this wasn’t the case. Throughout his high school career, Leonard only lost his acne, braces and got a better wardrobe, but his glasses and his nerdiness were still there. He made no effort to go to the gym or start working with his father early on. He decided to stay home, be alone, and play games.

As all of his classmates began to flourish into fine, young adults, Leonard just sat there as usual. He started to invent small things, like a robotic disk that vacuumed and a robotic hand that would help get him things he wouldn’t be able to reach from his seat, but other than that… Well, he was really just sitting there. His parents still just wished that their child would grow out of this phase so that he may marry a fine woman and get a fine job and have a fine family. They only asked for so much…

~~~The Argument~~~
“You’re going to be a bum if you don’t start shaping up! You need to stop all of this nonsense and go get a real job!” His mother was yelling at him again. It wasn’t the first time and surely wasn’t going to be the last. He responded as he would to the question whenever it came out. “Look, mother… I’m looking for that job. Really, I am. Just give me some time, please?” His mother stood there. She held a sponge in her hand and a pair of her husband’s pants in the other. She had just finished drying them for his day at work, but that didn’t stop her from dropping everything she was holding and pointing here slightly wrinkled finger at her lazy son.

“That’s what you always say! That’s what you always use to get out of trying to get a job! You’re going to be a nobody if you keep acting like this! Your father has offered you a job at his shop and I expect you to go there today and see how everything is done! Do I make myself clear!?” Leonard simply stared. He didn’t move and it looked like he wasn’t even breathing. Time seriously went still.

The young man turned off the T.V. and stood from the couch. He took one last look at his mother and walked upstairs to find his father. When he reached up to the top floor, he went straight to his parent’s room and knocked on the door. It took no longer than two seconds for his father to open the door and look a bit surprised. “Yes? What’s going on, son?”

“Father… Could I head over to work with you today? I’d… like to get a feel of the shop.” His father looked like he was about to faint! He went into his room again, grabbed a pair of working gloves and a pair of old pants and threw them into his son’s arms. “Hurry, hurry! Put these on and come with me! I’ve got so much to show you!” Leonard zoomed into his room and slipped into the pants and put on the gloves. He was surprised that everything fit so snuggly. Usually his father’s clothing never fit him.

He quickly rushed downstairs to see his father who handed him a metal lunchbox. “Here. Take this, son.” The young man took the box and noticed his mother at the table. He didn’t glance at her, but he just noticed her there.

~~~Hour after arriving at the shop~~~
“Well, that’s all you need to know, sport! As long as you don’t forget all of that, you’ll do great.” Leonard nodded. “Hey, Greg! We need you over here. We’ve gotta lift something and all of the machines are taken up already. I think we’ll be good with a few more people.” Leonard’s father waved at him and clenched the young man’s shoulder. “Well, here you go. Let’s lift this thing, eh?” Leonard gave a slight smile and followed his father as they both walked into the main workshop. There were large machines with steam rushing through the machines and in the middle of them all was a sizable crate.

There were a good number of people surrounding the object and the two new people went over and took a side. “Alright, guys, get ready. Three, two, one… Lift!” The group of people lifted and exerted their full force into lifting the object. There were three people on each side and one person on Leonard’s side was slacking. Unfortunately, it was Leonard. The box began to lean towards the young man’s side and the people began to complain. “It’s becoming unbalanced! Someone push harder! We’re almost there!”

It was no good and the group had to lead themselves in and odd fashion towards the lifting hydraulics. “Hey! Who the heck wasn’t lifting!? God grief! My back was about to go out!” “No kidding, Tim! I thought we were gonna drop that and lose everything.” Leonard began to turn beet red. He knew he messed up and sooner or later they were going to find out. “It had to be the kid. Look at him! He’s just a noodle! Greg, you don’t need to be bringing your son in here if he ain’t ready to work!” Greg just shook his head and didn’t look at his son the entire time the workers were complaining.

~~~Going home~~~
“I guess it’s true.” Leonard’s father held his head low and didn’t even take a single glance at his son. “Your mother was right. You’re going to be nothing but a failure. You’re so weak and so… so useless. Not only did you almost cause my workers major injuries, but whenever I asked you to get me something… you forgot what I was talking about and just stared into space! What’s going on? I thought you were at least supposed to be smart!”

That was the last thing that was said the entire way home. After they arrived, Leonard just went up to his room. The stairs seemed a bit longer this time around, but he didn’t really care. He got into his room and threw himself onto the bed. There was almost NOTHING he could do right. Nothing. He just stared at the ceiling.

Then, he had an idea. What was the one thing that he was really good at? Inventing things. What he lacked in strength and charm, he made up for in mind power. He also had the ability to make great music. What would that do for him, though? There was absolutely nothing that these two abilities would do together. Well… He was an inventor. He could make it work.

~~~After the invention~~~
The finishing touches were placed on his new pieces of technology. They were cheap materials that he had left over and some pieces from his father’s workplace that he begged for him to bring home. His father didn’t care too much for why he needed the pieces, since it wasn’t the first thing that the young man had invented.

He took his two new inventions, the Conducting Visor and the Note Baton, and tested them. He synced the two items together and placed the headset over his head, removing his glasses beforehand. Then, he picked up the Beat Baton and pressed the button on the side, the LED light at the very tip lighting up with a light blue. As the notes passed by his visor screen, he lifted and dropped the baton to match the speed and notes being played.
Before him were physical notes. They were out in the open and actually able to be manipulated. He told the notes to go and hit the ceiling and they followed the orders, but they disappeared in a burst of digital light. He saw the red cool-down meter in his visor and waited for about a minute, and then he made a few more notes. The most he could make at the moment were four.

Leonard was so amazed. He didn’t even know how he was able to make this all happen, but it was! Right before his eyes! The young man took off the visor and placed it down on a desk next to him. He knew his place in this world. Everyone who wronged him and everyone who looked down on him… They would pay.

He needed to make a name. He needed to have an identity that wouldn’t let people know that it was him. He would need to wear different clothes. He had just what he needed. ”How about the name… Maestro Pandemonium? It sounds about right, hm?” “Hm? Who is that?” ”That’s not what’s really important right now. All that matters is that I’m here to help you. Leonard was a bit frightened.

”Look. I’ve always been here with you. Remember those times when you would hear an answer to a question you would ask in your head? Yes. That was me, even if you didn’t believe it.” “So… You’ll always be there?” ”Yes. Without a doubt, my friend. I will help you out with any questions or problems that you may have.” Leonard thought it was quite odd, maybe even a bit cliché, but he didn’t care. He had someone who would share his views.

There was someone who would not judge him. There was no stopping his reign of terror against the citizens of Radiant Garden. Forget the good guys. He wanted to be an evil overlord. Finally, his right to rule all that he saw before him was about to come to him. He was about to become a king!

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[prythian]

Ok, so, the top five villains in this contest are, in NO particular order...

Aeon, Leonard, Abel, Neysa, and Pain!

CONGRATULATIONS! Upon creating these spectacular villains of yours, you will receive 30 additional skill points and 1000 extra shop credits!

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Edit from quite a while after:

Given that Blazed Soul has not had his character adopted, and Crazy's dropping of his second entry, Penguin gets the prize by default for Oogie Boogie.