Character (Well, User) Backstories

[Philote]

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

    Everyone who had been part of the guild for a good amount of time sighed in relief as Jaina asked in confusion, "How hard are the tests?"
    "Well," replied Violet. "You, your brother, and everyone else in this guild could pass the tests but it's always hard to tell when children take it."
    "That is so not good," said Caesar. "Is there anything odd about the test?"
    "Only if," said a man lounging by the fireplace. "You consider the body growing older to be odd, but then you could also become younger while taking it. Whichever one makes you more powerful."
    He got up and walked over to a window and thoughtfully said, "It might be interesting to see how you two do fare in the test."
    Aurum walked over to him and messed around with his hair, "Hello, Kendall. Nice to see you again."
    Kendall sighed and tried to straighten his hair out again, "Aurum, I am not glad to see you again. By the way, I heard you're taking on an apprentice."
    "Um," said Dryad. "Who is this guy?"
    "Ah, Dryad!" said Aurum. "This is the guild's second strongest, Kendall Elkins. He's Auric-ranked like I am, although he isn't an archmage. Kendall, this is my apprentice, Dryad Knotwood."
    "Hm," said Kendall. "The girl looks like she'll pass and her aura feels like that of a reed's so she shouldn't be broken by your training, but bend and be better for it."
    "You can feel my aura?" asked Dryad. "I thought I had dampened it down enough that no one could sense it!"
    "No worries, Dryad," said Aurum. "Kendall is not just the second strongest of the guild, but he can sense any aura and any life force regardless of how dampened down or small it is. Just as it is nigh impossible to beat me in an all-out fight, it is nigh impossible to hide from Kendal to sneak up on him or scare him."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

(finally got around to adding more)

The wait was nerve racking. The control room drew silent as the minutes stretched on with no contact from the ship. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, when suddenly a shout was heard from the viewing dome.

“There! What’s that? Up there?”

Everyone turned to see a small speck in the sky. Murmurs of confusion broke out amongst the onlookers. The control room operators began to frantically adjust their equipment to identify the object.

“It’s the ship, but the crew isn’t responding at all. It’s off course and isn’t slowing down,” cried on of the operators. Everyone froze as the grim news set in.

The General called out, “What is the estimated point of impact?”

“Sir on the ship’s current trajectory it is set to collide with….with this building!”

“Evacuate the building at once! NOW!”

The room burst into chaos as everyone scrambled to flee the building. Everyone in the room scrambled for the door, trampling chairs and desks in the process. I stood terrified, watching the ship fly towards us out of control. Mal was on that ship and it was going to crash. There was no stopping it. Suddenly I was grabbed by the collar and thrown over a shoulder as someone dragged me out of the room.

“Let’s go old boy, this is no time to be gawking”, yelled the General as he carried me out of the control room.  He carried me into the now empty hall and set me down. “Are you good?”

“Y-yes, I’m good. Let’s get out of here.”

We sprinted from the building behind the mob of panicking miscreants. The building began to rumble as the enormous ship approached on its collision course. The sound rose from a dull rumble to a deafening roar just as we exited the front doors and stumbled into the street.  We ran like mad men until we were far enough away to be safe.

Hundreds of Miscreants had gathered in the safe zone to watch in horror as the Ship drew ever closer. It was close enough now to see flames burning across the hull from its reentry into the atmosphere.  Bits and pieces broke off as it fell ever closer to the ground at high speeds.  I was terrified. My best friend was on that ship.

I screamed, “MAL!”

…and then the ship finally crashed.

[Zaleramancer]

Oh No!

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Did I mention that my back story is a bit tragic? Besides you already know that Mal survived...how else would she have attacked us later?

[Zaleramancer]

It was her evil twin?

[Marvelous Miscreant]

[Zaleramancer]

Clone?

[Marvelous Miscreant]

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Any other criticisms?

[The Narrator]

 Beginning
Derek Haynes's life was as normal as any other teen. He did stuff and tried to be himself. It was one day that he was bored and decided to write a story. The words seemed to pour from him as he began to become engulfed in the fantasy land. He continued to write and decided to put himself into one of his creations. Who knew that he would pop into the "fictional" world and have the abilities he gave himself.  He eventually learned to control his awesome reality bending powers to help the world.

 Narrator's Abilities
Haynes learned that his brain waves vibed with a frequency that perfectly match that of the Rotarran Force, which allows the user to alter reality. In the "real world" he can use his powers to dramatically alter reality but he cannot make drastic changes as he can in the worlds of the other dimensions. The alternate universes are saturated with the Rotarran Force which is why he knows the occurrences there and can bend reality to his desire. He has the amazing abilities of Onomatopoeisis, Mentifery which fits the writer within him. He also has shown the abilities of Cross-Dimensional Awareness, deleting vandals and xenopsychism. Since he can alter reality he is nearly impossible to beat. His limits are that has to focus on what he wants to happen or else it may not occur, or it could back-fire, he can also use his abilities to do other abilities, such as telepathy and flight.

[The Narrator]

"Here we are, you and I, but we both know we can't both exist at this place."  
~silence~
"Oh, you have nothing to say; you'll learn today to mess with me!"
The Narrator, a reality bender often saved his home dimension, along with others dimensions, but this he would face his greatest threat on this day.  The enemy ran towards him, "Oh no you don't"

He put his hands together, and shot at the enemy.  It stopped.  

"You dread roach shall not live!"

That's right, he was going through all of this to kill a roach.  Not even one of those evil super powered, able to do creative thinking, and create reality tv show roaches, but a plain, run of the mill roach.  

"I'll kill you you accursed thing, EVEN IF I HAVE TO TEAR A HOLE IN REALITY TO DO SO!"

He always had a fear of roaches, and often went thru unnecessary actions to dispose of them.  And once he discovered his powers weren't the just illusions of insanity, it got worse.

"You gonna learn today about entering peoples houses!"  A machine gun appeared in his hand.  

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT," he screamed, shooting.

"AHHHHHH...." he screamed, 5 min straight.  The guns dissipated.  It was pitch black--he shot all the lights out. I wonder if I got it...., he thought to himself.  Just then a knocking came at his door.  

He waved his hands, and all the light fixtures reformed.  He knew it was Mrs. Kravitz, his nextdoor neighbor.  She was too nosy.  Always peeking out of her window to see when he pulled up.  He knew she gossiped about him, gave him his mail just to try to peek at what it was, sneaking thru his stuff when he invited her over.  He'd often use his powers to mess with her, making mail disappear out of her hand before she got to the door, inviting 30 people over, then throwing off time space so when she made a bee line to see what was happening, it would appear that he was alone.  Good times.  

He opened the door, just barely, as he didn't yet fix the damage done to the house.
"Hey Derek, I heard some noise, is everything ok?" she said trying to peek thru the crack of the door.  
"Yea, I'm just trying to kill a roach, it got in somehow"
"Oh, you know you didn't hear it from me, but I never had issues with those things until J'Nia and her load of ragamuffins moved here.  You know I heard she came from a place that would be considered the ghetto and...."
He sighed, "Ok, I gotta go Mrs. Kravitz...".  Closing the door.  He seen her walking towards his window, peeking in.  He closed the blinds telekinetically.  

He looked at the spot where the roach was, and it was gone.  "Ha, I must have decimated the thing."  As he fixed the epic destruction he caused, mending walls, ceilings patched, bullet holes were literally everywhere he noticed something out the corner of his eye.  The roach, not a scratch on him just standing there on the wall.  

"I missed?  You know what you e-vile thing, I've never been a good shot, but dodge this!"

A couple of sparks flew from a point of space near the wall. A giant black hole appeared.  A howling wind swirled around, books, and papers sucked into the vortex.  The roach skittered away from the hole, as other items in Derek's house flew aimlessly into the void.  

"Yes, I got you know you...." he stopped, the roach flew towards him.

THe portal abruptly closed as the Narrator ran, screaming.  He motioned to a couch, and it flew back, slamming the roach into a wall.  It was dead.  

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he grabbed a broom, and swept it outside.   When he dropped it outside, he seen another roach.

" It was not my intention to do this in front of you. For that, I'm sorry. But you can take my word for it, your mother had it coming. When you grow up, if you still feel raw about it, I'll be waiting."  He closed the door, and returned to his apartment.

"Mother!" the roach ran to the dead body.  "We shall all revenge your death!  The humans shall pay!"

[The Narrator]

"So you're telling me that you think..."

"I know Craftcray"

"You know that the roaches are trying to kill you?  That doesn't make any sense Derek."  

"Andrew," Derek retorted, "They told me that my days are numbered."  

"I find that hard to believe..."

"Drew, they wrote it in roaches, they're still on the wall!"

Derek pointed at the wall, and sure enough they arranged on the wall.

"How did I miss that?"  Drew wondered.  He took out his camera phone.

Derek held out his hand, the phone appeared in it.  

"My phone, I wasn't gonna sell the pictures this time..."  Drew said in a sadden voice.

"Look, you'll get it back after we fix this problem."


"Wait, 'we' why 'we'?"  Drew said.  "You can do anything, why not just wish this issue away?"

"Well because I have nothing else to do today, and you're my sidekick.  YOu even have on a sidekick uniform."

Drew looked down at his clothes, he sighed as he knew they weren't what he had on.  He shook his head, "I guess I'll go."

The two began to walk outside when they stopped at the window.  Pure chaos was erupting outside, roaches of various sizes were attacking the neighborhood.  Screaming, and running, Mrs. Kravitz could be seen, shaking roaches out of her hair.  

"Maybe you are on to something..."

"No duh Drew!"  

The window grew dark as a wave insects covered the window.  

"Derek, are you shaking?"

"No...."  he said nervously, "just---puppies"

"That doesn't make sense."  

A crashing sound, broken glass echoed in the back.  Roaches poured in the window.

The Narrator raised his hand, the swarm was halted by an invisible force.  A voice emanated from the mass.

"It is I, Joe, a son of Blatteria, you've killed her merciously, and for that you will die!"

"Who is that?"  Narrator inquired.

"Our mother!" he screamed, "We shall give you the mercy you gave her when you killed and left her outside for the scavengers!"

"My God!" Drew said, "You think you can take my friend!  Not only is he a Black guy, but he's a Black guy with a brain!"

"What?"

"Wait, he has powers too"

"We know", a differ voice replied.  "We've been studying him as we too were gifted with increased intelligence, a gift that skipped our mother."  

"Hey, she was in my house, she deserved to die!"  The Narrator said.  THe swarm banged against the force field caging them.

It flickered as the Narrator jumped.  

"We've noted his powers go out when his focus drops"  Joe stated, "We shall overcome."

The glass windows shattered as roaches poured in the room.  Thousands and thousands covering everything till all was covered by a roaches.  

"OH GOD JESUS L;AKJDFL;ADSJFL;ADKJFLA;SFJ" Derek screamed, he grabbed Drew and they disappeared.

[Myself]

I seem to be one of the few here without a backstory. Shall I post one at some point.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Please do!

[Myself]

I am thinking about the origin story now. It shall be posted.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

[ParallelanPrincess]

I am a Knight of Literacy. I am a Protector of the Sacred Tombs. I am a Sovereign of Narratives. I am-



"Oh Miss Librarian~"

I am seriously going to kill Roger Grammartini.

My name is Biblise Litauraus and I am a Librarian. My duty is to guard over the Ancient Scrolls of Wisdom, the Book of Secrets, and the latest edition of Vampire Boyfriend. I am responsible for all the books placed under my care whether they be timeless classics or young adult novels about supernatural romance. In addition to protecting my books, I also have to serve as caretaker to the Peninsularez Library. Currently, I'm the only employee and do everything from rearranging to shelves to waxing the floor of the Hall of Infinite Wisdom. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.

"Are you open, Miss Librarian?~"

Ugh. Roger Grammartini. My most faithful patron. He checks out an average of ten books a week and I;m starting to wonder if he actually reads them. He's fairly intelligent and usually well mannered. Usually. Recently, I told him I was single and its been downhill from there. He claims he's courting me, but I'm positive he just wants to grate my nerves.

"Biblise, my love! Come out to play!~"

I suppress a groan, straighten my glasses, adjust my cardigan and open the library doors. It's going to be a long day.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I'm not so certain, now, that I've posted the entire description all at once before. I've given bits and pieces, but I think this is the most complete compilation I've gathered of the mythos I've put together. And...I just put this up on the 28th, I believe. Which is years since I've been here, that the complete (abridged) version has never been told.

I do apologize for glazing it over for this long.

Anyhow, here's part of what I hope to turn into a series of books some day. The Penultimate's journey into Celadon, how he becomes the Penultimate in the first place, and what it even means to be the Penultimate.

Shadowulf1 (Wulf) wrote

You see, Celadon is an alien planet, filled with all sorts of different races and species from mythology, legend, folklore and modern fantasy. Nearly any sort of race, creature, species, breed make or model of thing you can imagine, lives on Celadon, lives in one of Celadon's surrounding territories, has been spotted by Celadonian explorers/dignitaries/traders/trappers, has relatives on or from Celadon, etc. Vampires, Werewolves, Mermaids, Gorgons, Fairies, Time Lords, etc.

And while the various sentient races have gods and spirits to whom they offer allegiance, which correspond to gods and spirits known on Earth, there are also beings whose dominions are exclusive to Celadon. And their domains correspond directly to the elements of nature (even lending their names to the various lands). These beings are referred to simply as The Elementals.

Gandrei is the Air Archon (ruler of Air, Breath and Sound)

Habador is the Earth Elder (ruler of Earth, Metal and Sand)

Vulcan is the Fire Fantast (ruler of Heat, Fire and Lava--normal rock is Habador's domain, molten rock is Vulcan's)

Arboralia is the Plant Paragon (ruler of Plants, Wood, and [Plant] Growth)

Sciops is the Storm Sage (ruler of Lightning/Thunder, Electricity and Magnetism)

The Drym is the Quantum Keeper (ruler of Void [Space], Time and Gravity)

(There's a couple others I'm considering adding, but they're not confirmed yet, so this may require yet more retconning later. Anyhow...)

While the above arrangement may seem like a decent set-up to govern Celadon (seven deliberating minds, so that no decision gets stuck with a tie vote), it has one major snag. The Drym (arguably the wisest of the Seven) is a being intimately connected with the space-time continuum, and thus refuses to have any part in any decisions which may negatively impact it, except under the most extreme circumstances (he even refused to lend his name to any land on Celadon). This means that, for all other circumstances, there would have to be another being inducted into their midst, who had the power, wisdom and resolve to help enact laws and enforce them.

To find out who would be inducted into the role, the Elementals would each have their pick of one candidate, from anywhere in the universe to which Celadon was connected. The candidates, once selected, are each transported to different parts of Celadon. From their starting points, companions are sent their way to unwittingly lead them through each of the other lands, with the journey ending at Lethe Island. There they would find The Hub (a great hollow mountain containing portals to anywhere in the known universe, including the Realm of the Elementals). The journey there would be just a preliminary test: the true challenge would begin within the Elementals' Realm.

There, each contestant would be granted vast superhuman abilities (though, of course, not as much as any one Elemental). Then, each Elemental would issue a challenge, which they were to solve through clever use of their abilities (anything other than killing or torture was fair game). A contestant would be eliminated each round, based on not just their success or failure, but also style points, etc, until it comes down to the last two. Then the contestant with the lowest score gets to choose how the final test will be approached; a test of wits (ie the final Elemental's challenge) or a battle of brawn (ie a fight).

Whoever wins, regardless, is inducted into the Council of Elementals. They are then awarded a title to reflect the aspect of nature they most reflect. The first chose The Leader, the second The Guardian, the third The Protector, the fourth The Sentry, the fifth The Inquisitor, the sixth The Accuser, and the seventh (myself) The Penultimate.

It is only known to the Elementals as to why the Penultimate subconsciously chose his name.

Fortunately, in author mode, it's safe to reveal--the eighth and final ambassador to the Council of Elementals will be called The Doom, and will help set events in order, to initiate what appears to be the destruction of Celadon, called the Mundaning. All magic in Celadon will seem to be destroyed, and Celadon's citizens will be thrust through space and time to worlds devoid of magic, where their identities will be thrust back into the shadows, and their identities obscured for thousands of years, until they become the stuff of myth and legends. Though, the change is only one of temporary convenience. When the Drym has found a new sector of outer space, safe (in all spatial and temporal parameters) from the danger that came to the previous world, the creatures' descendants will arise, and be retrieved to return to their native home, restored literally from their ancestors' memories.

And they have no intention of letting the Penultimate know of his role in the destiny of Celadon, just yet. As per the orders of the Drym, the word's meaning has even been erased from the Penultimate's memory, and any time he appears to be about to come across the meaning for himself, distractions conveniently stumble across his path. Yet, the Elementals claim that he will know his name's meaning, all in good time. For now, though, the Penultimate will simply have to carry out his duty to the races and species of Celadon.