"Welcome to the Cherrywood Bar and Wood fire Pizza restaurant. What would you like?"

 

A crisp wind blows through the open window as your adventure here starts...

 

((Hello all. Been a while since I hatched up a new RP, and I hope you like it.))

 

"Well then stranger? How about it?"

 

You point over to some drink on the wall, and the Bartender walks over to it. To your left and right, people armed in swords, axes, spears, crossbows, and the like sitting next to some men and women set up with guns, pistols, shot guns, rifles, you name it, someone had at least one on them in there. The bartender returns, leaving a drink and a sheet. "Cherrywood identification sheet.". It was obvious that this far liked to know whom it's patrons were...

 

Cherrywood Bar Identification sheet(For you, the humble players, the OC sheet):

Name(Please include full name):

Age((Minimum age is 14, maximum is 32)):

Race:((You are allowed to be any kind of humanoid creature, so long as it mostly resembles a human, in this RP)):

Weapons permitted on your person:

A brief description of your appearance:

Any extra information you feel we must know((Any abilities, special skills or talents, bio, personality if need be, ect.)):

 

((Now, since that is out of the way, explication time.

First, the title of the RP uses the old Greek alphabet symbols that when translated to direct English spell "Alternative", however, I doubt that it actually makes any sort of sense in the old Greek language. I just liked the idea of using them, considering a plotpoint I wanted to include.

 

Next, his RP centers around a world, much like ours. The main differences are that more midevil weapons are still considered very effective, so thus they are still used, and there are mystical monsters and other forms of humans other than the traditional human type we know of. The idea is to generally play as yourself in that kind of world in a body closer to what you see yourself looking like there, but this isn't necessary. OC creation is open and variable to whatever you so wish.

 

Now for a little taste of the story.

 

The story centers around multiple "Guilds" of sorts, although they're more like raid teams. Their team name corresponds to the averaged skill level in the exit exams of their training courses based off of their combat typing in French and skill level overall in the Greek Alphabet, Alpha and Omega being tops and Rho and Sigma at the lowest, or weakest overall strength(I will post a full graph of powers later) , as everyone is trained in combating murderous monsters. Our story will follow the "Guild" ρ(pronounced Rho) Joueur as they face off against the mightiest beasts and deadliest Guilds who plot something that not even the leaders of the world itself could stop, normally.

 

General information to keep in mind:

Follow the general KH13 rules. 

What I say goes.

Don't cause havoc.

This is my story, and your adding to it is not part of it. No trying to add your own plot points in. At least, not without clearing them with me first. I don't want plot derailment.

Combat will be set to Fantasy Style. Meaning, the typical things that appear in fantasy combat can come up and improbable moves are far more possible. I have not decided on magic yet, but I'm leaning more towards no at this time.

You can have as extravagant a weapon as you choose, so long as it's no OP.

 

And that's about it. Write up your sheet and we can get ready to start!

 

 

How much you wanna bet that full powered Sylar could defeat full powered Derik?

Full power Derik can kill the Cristian god 4 times over.And Superman in one telling, but that's when he is still evil DerikReletively sure.

Full power Derik can kill the Cristian god 4 times over.And Superman in one telling, but that's when he is still evil DerikReletively sure.

Nah man. Nah.

 

Also, 'm Christian, and I take full offense to that. My God is all powerful, and kind of immortal.

 

Jk, I don't mind.

 

Full power Derik can kill the Cristian god 4 times over. 

 

LOL

Edited January 3, 201510 yr by Soul Eater Evans

Nah man. Nah.Also, 'm Christian, and I take full offense to that. My God is all powerful, and kind of immortal.

Jk, I don't mind.

 

Nope, relatively sure.If you want to read the sort of end story of Derik, here it is:

My mains all take after a certain aspect of "what is a man to a possey" ideal. Derik is "what is a god to a man who dosen't acknowledge he exists?". Except it's more like "What is a god to a man who can't be found to care of your status.". Just as Derik is blunt, straight to the point, and cannot be found to give a shit about anything unless it can prove it's worth to him, it dosen't matter what powers another person has. He overcomes them simply by knowing he is stronger, not by believeing. He trains and fight and works non-stop because he knows that though he is strong, he must always be stronger, no mater his insecurity or unknowing. He lives to help without being seen, to destroy when he thinks is evil and dose harm, care for that which hates him and prove himself capable of anything. He dosen't start out special, but he grows to understand and be better, no matter the situation of which he is thrown into. The end of his quest comes when he has faced 12 (technically 11, because the 1st one is more or less a joke and gets destroyed in a single swipe) gods, each crew and dark. They made the world they live in to be nothing more than a plaything, the darkness of the world and universe is made simply for their entertainment. Death, destruction, hunger, starvation, plague, all of it. As he wants the world to live in peace, with a feeling of positivity. Utopia, in a sense. When none must suffer from those evils, and that the world is for those who will mold it to their fingertips. He still fights and practices and works to be the best he can. In his area of the world, people fight for fun and sport. Think something like Valhalla: none die as a result of a fight, it is done for fun, for sport, for enjoyment. Rivals and training contenues on until someone decides they wish to move on, then they leave for the ever-expanding, infinite world where ones dream can contenue, no mater what that dream is at the time.Then after, however, he finds that the strength of the world has started to decline. Without the strife, the complications, everyone be can to be melencoly. He is forced to defeat the version of himself who he left controlling everything. He left all of his increased power with it to start again at the basics. He had no hope of victory in the traditional sense, he couldn't stack up to a version of himself who had all the power and he was only an experienced human with just the basics of what he had about twenty years ago. His technical age was about fifty-two, he had the body of himself as a teenager though, as that was what he so wished to be. His strength was little. But it had to be done.The fight resulted in what seemed to be the end of the original human Derik. He was grazed by a blast of air the more powerful version had sent at him and it seemed to kill jim, turning him to dust in an instant. But he was still there. The stronger Derik had forgotten what it took to become that strong: all the strife and struggle. The original had not forgotten this, using those lessons to put himself on equal level. "What is a god to a man who dosen't care!?" Which what line was received from an unknown source, but the voice was all but too well known. "A god is a man who dosen't exist!" With that line, the original seemed to reappear and the fight truly start.After all is said and done, and the original had taken the victory, he did what had to be done: release the strife of the world back into it. Though it was still a Utopia, in one esnes, pain now existed with it. There was a meaning to fight for life again. A meaning to becoming the best, to working hard, ect. And that is the end of his story.

LOL

I wrote that into his origin story. In his origin story he also has control of almost every country/landmass before age 20 and out ran nuclear missiles and even redirected one at Kim Jong Un.

Edited January 3, 201510 yr by Guest

Alright then, let's see how we match up then. The rest of the post will be from Sylar's perspective.

 

 

*whistles* Impressive. How much fun is that? Killing gods, killing yourself, releasing problems back into the world for the sake of the human race? Man, it all sounds so exhilarating. 

 

But in the end all you are is bluff. What was that? You gain power simply through belief? What a show. You believe yourself to be stronger so you are? Ha, any kid on the street could do that. But power is so much less than that. It's a tool, gained through various methods. Thievery, words, swords, muscles, or hell, even belief as you did. I was an average guy too. Started out as nothing. Just a watchmaker. I was among the most skillful in what I did. Problems bothered me, and a clock that ticks wrong are among the most irritating of all problems. So I fixed them. People didn't understand. How did I do that? How did I know that a watch on someone's wrist twenty meters away was off half a second? That was a good question. I just did. It was a simple life, filled with not much more than the simple joy of fixing the smallest of problems. Soon enough though, I encountered an intriguing person. I was walking home one day, and took a well known shortcut. Down the alleyway was nothing but a hooded man. In the city, they are common I thought nothing of him, and he thought nothing of me. And we almost passed by each other. I sensed a problem with him, some slight difference, But I paid no heed, walking past him. Then he saw my watch. And he wanted it. So he lifted a nearby dumpster using naught but his mind, and threw it at me using telekinesis. It hit me in the back and I went flying, smacking into a wall, my ribs cracked, my breath lost, head swimming. I sank to the ground, and my mystery mugger walked over to my prone body. He began to detach my watch, when I felt it.

 

The familiar tug of a broken watch.

 

I knew I needed to defend myself, but my broken body could do nothing. So my mind took a different route. A sharp shredded can that had fallen from the dumpster flew through the air and slit the poor mugger's throat. I had just used the same power he had! Miraculous. I had been nothing but a watchmaker before, and now, here I was! A regular comic hero! I dialed and ambulance using my newfound telekinesis, using it with precision, like I had been practicing for years! In a short enough time, I was back to full health, and living life as a watchmaker again. Of course, my job became exponentially easier with the addition of the precision of a mind. But I wasn't satisfied. The life of a watchmaker wasn't enough for me anymore. I wanted that tug of a power again. So I left him behind. The watchmaker content with what he had. He was no longer someone I could be. I travelled for years, looking for people that gave me that feeling of a broken watch. Then I would find them, and murder them. I was unstoppable! Police couldn't keep me down. Not when you can freeze them solid, change your appearance at any moment, or classically, cut off the top of their skulls with but a thought. But I found a place where everyone was a broken watch.

 

So I took their abilities as well. Biokinesis, umbrakinesis, wings, enhanced human capabilities, the sort. But I died. How depressing right? I was taken to the land of the dead by Death himself. That guy was such a bore. Always on about abuse of power, and responsibility, and everything else. YAWN. I found myself in a new realm. I was told to wreak havoc.

 

So I did. I killed. I took powers. I caused chaos. And then I found out the truth. I was dead, and someone called the Watcher was keeping me that way. Being afraid of death as I am, I took it upon myself to not be dead anymore. So I killed the Watcher, and left. Here I am now, so powerful not even death could keep me in it's hold. I have the power to have anything I want. The problem is.... All I want is power.

 

So stand up to me if you want. I'm sure your little belief is enough to take me down. Oh wait, it's NOT. I LIVE for power. It is my lifeblood, and I've taken it using the dirtiest tricks in the books. So come at me Derik "GODKILLER" Absilon. I thirst for your power.

 

 

 

~

Woo! That was fun. I haven't pulled him out for a while.

AHHH ALL THE WORDS IM GONNA DIE

That single post has more sentences than Neko and I write in a year.

That single post has more sentences than Neko and I write in a year.

I'd argue the same for me... but I'm contractually obliged as a writer to have more than that written. 

 

To throw a lampshade, from both of the descriptions given, I'd say that the universe may or may not implode should Derik and Sylar fight. Probably. 

That single post has more sentences than Neko and I write in a year.

Lies.I can make long post.

I LIKE WORDS

Too many words make me cry

TL;DR, Yuffie said come at me bro

Alright then, let's see how we match up then. The rest of the post will be from Sylar's perspective.  *whistles* Impressive. How much fun is that? Killing gods, killing yourself, releasing problems back into the world for the sake of the human race? Man, it all sounds so exhilarating.  But in the end all you are is bluff. What was that? You gain power simply through belief? What a show. You believe yourself to be stronger so you are? Ha, any kid on the street could do that. But power is so much less than that. It's a tool, gained through various methods. Thievery, words, swords, muscles, or hell, even belief as you did. I was an average guy too. Started out as nothing. Just a watchmaker. I was among the most skillful in what I did. Problems bothered me, and a clock that ticks wrong are among the most irritating of all problems. So I fixed them. People didn't understand. How did I do that? How did I know that a watch on someone's wrist twenty meters away was off half a second? That was a good question. I just did. It was a simple life, filled with not much more than the simple joy of fixing the smallest of problems. Soon enough though, I encountered an intriguing person. I was walking home one day, and took a well known shortcut. Down the alleyway was nothing but a hooded man. In the city, they are common I thought nothing of him, and he thought nothing of me. And we almost passed by each other. I sensed a problem with him, some slight difference, But I paid no heed, walking past him. Then he saw my watch. And he wanted it. So he lifted a nearby dumpster using naught but his mind, and threw it at me using telekinesis. It hit me in the back and I went flying, smacking into a wall, my ribs cracked, my breath lost, head swimming. I sank to the ground, and my mystery mugger walked over to my prone body. He began to detach my watch, when I felt it. The familiar tug of a broken watch. I knew I needed to defend myself, but my broken body could do nothing. So my mind took a different route. A sharp shredded can that had fallen from the dumpster flew through the air and slit the poor mugger's throat. I had just used the same power he had! Miraculous. I had been nothing but a watchmaker before, and now, here I was! A regular comic hero! I dialed and ambulance using my newfound telekinesis, using it with precision, like I had been practicing for years! In a short enough time, I was back to full health, and living life as a watchmaker again. Of course, my job became exponentially easier with the addition of the precision of a mind. But I wasn't satisfied. The life of a watchmaker wasn't enough for me anymore. I wanted that tug of a power again. So I left him behind. The watchmaker content with what he had. He was no longer someone I could be. I travelled for years, looking for people that gave me that feeling of a broken watch. Then I would find them, and murder them. I was unstoppable! Police couldn't keep me down. Not when you can freeze them solid, change your appearance at any moment, or classically, cut off the top of their skulls with but a thought. But I found a place where everyone was a broken watch. So I took their abilities as well. Biokinesis, umbrakinesis, wings, enhanced human capabilities, the sort. But I died. How depressing right? I was taken to the land of the dead by Death himself. That guy was such a bore. Always on about abuse of power, and responsibility, and everything else. YAWN. I found myself in a new realm. I was told to wreak havoc. So I did. I killed. I took powers. I caused chaos. And then I found out the truth. I was dead, and someone called the Watcher was keeping me that way. Being afraid of death as I am, I took it upon myself to not be dead anymore. So I killed the Watcher, and left. Here I am now, so powerful not even death could keep me in it's hold. I have the power to have anything I want. The problem is.... All I want is power. So stand up to me if you want. I'm sure your little belief is enough to take me down. Oh wait, it's NOT. I LIVE for power. It is my lifeblood, and I've taken it using the dirtiest tricks in the books. So come at me Derik "GODKILLER" Absilon. I thirst for your power.   ~Woo! That was fun. I haven't pulled him out for a while.

My turn. From his perspective."You state you think I believe in it. Tap, tap, Mr. Power Hungry. You use the power given to you, the power you obtained, to grow more. But not for the betterment of people, but because it's what you wanted. You want. I have. I don't believe, I know. I know what I must do, I know where I must be. I only crave to improve so that those improvements can be used to help others. My strength comes from knowing that what must be done. You psychic powers work on life, physical things you can rely on. Things you know are real. I know that no matter what is real, no mater what is fake, I have a duty. Belief springs from will to adheir to the idea of possibilities. I refuse that. I adheir to that of it will happen. Even if I must make it happen, it will. The world is ours to bend to our will, but who's will is stronger? A pathetic man who only has his abilities because he nearly died, or a man who had to live through the hate of every being he helped, the destruction of the one person who didn't, someone who had been the cause of that person's death not once, but twice! I was a man who was forced half his life to endure hardship. You had it for a mere day. You had it so that you could gain an seeming unstoppable level of power out of desire to not be killed. Not because it didn't matter if you lived or died because even if you died it meant something, and if you lived it meant nothing. I had to struggle, I had been controlled for my entire young life by other people. You are controlled by your own lust for more shiny abilities. A pair of wings and some fire balls, well son, you real ones never dropped in the first place."Derik paced the floor a moment, attempting to regain his composure."Your power is stolen. Mine is gained through use of my will you are a slave to your power, that is what makes me stronger. Because your mind dosen't affect me. Your will to live dosen't concern me. I have a child at my home who I must return to whom never knew her real parents: they died to a man just like you: hungry for power. Controlled by it. And I had to stop him, too. There is so much strife and evil in this world, like you. But without it the power of our own self-will would never be our own. I make my destiny, you steal yours because you're too weak to make one of your own! I've gone beyond what you seek: power. I have gone so far beyond it that once I found myself much like you. I quested to kill everything. Though for diffrent reason: this world, this universe, could not let even the weakest alone. I felt that there was no point to letting the weakest live on only to be crushed later. I decided to end that world, myself along with it, until that girl..."A tear fell from his eye. "The only person I ever could say had any emotion except hate for me. And it was me who killed her again. But with her last words, she told me that there was more to life than the pain. She told me life was bout the world we carved out for ourselves. And then she was gone. I've lost because of what I felt then. I felt that world was useless and painful. You feel that hunger, and that feeling makes you weak. Knowing, growing, and improving makes it better. I forgot that evil that was in me because it was not the right thing, no mater how I had felt on it earlier. I had to do better from then on to repent for the beliefs that I had. I knew what I had done was wrong, I suffered for it. If you kill me, you will get nothing out of it. I am nothing more than a decider of fate. Same as every other human. Arrissia changed my fate, and the was the only one with such a power like that: to change even the fate of a fool hearted man like myself."He paused, every bone in both of his arms cracked, loosing up. "I've made mistakes. I've done wrong. I am to be hated. But what of it concernsconcerns me anymore? I've repented. I do not ask for forgiveness, and instead ask what the world needs most, and I make it. Killing me will only net you one thing: toe burden of so much more. My heart burns with a flame that will never be put out: the ability to know. I don't care what you are: I know I will win. That is all.""So prepare to die, and to have every single little drop of power you have stolen returned to the people it matters most to. The powers you strive to obtain are only a small shield to protect you from what which you fear..."Derik drew his claymore and his rapure."...Because you face a being who fears nothing and knows the right path!"

TL;DR, Riki said bro do you even natural power

TL;DR, Riki said bro do you even natural power

He is nothing more than a spineless theif! *dudum tis*

My turn. From his perspective."You state you think I believe in it. Tap, tap, Mr. Power Hungry. You use the power given to you, the power you obtained, to grow more. But not for the betterment of people, but because it's what you wanted. You want. I have. I don't believe, I know. I know what I must do, I know where I must be. I only crave to improve so that those improvements can be used to help others. My strength comes from knowing that what must be done. You psychic powers work on life, physical things you can rely on. Things you know are real. I know that no matter what is real, no mater what is fake, I have a duty. Belief springs from will to adheir to the idea of possibilities. I refuse that. I adheir to that of it will happen. Even if I must make it happen, it will. The world is ours to bend to our will, but who's will is stronger? A pathetic man who only has his abilities because he nearly died, or a man who had to live through the hate of every being he helped, the destruction of the one person who didn't, someone who had been the cause of that person's death not once, but twice! I was a man who was forced half his life to endure hardship. You had it for a mere day. You had it so that you could gain an seeming unstoppable level of power out of desire to not be killed. Not because it didn't matter if you lived or died because even if you died it meant something, and if you lived it meant nothing. I had to struggle, I had been controlled for my entire young life by other people. You are controlled by your own lust for more shiny abilities. A pair of wings and some fire balls, well son, you real ones never dropped in the first place."Derik paced the floor a moment, attempting to regain his composure."Your power is stolen. Mine is gained through use of my will you are a slave to your power, that is what makes me stronger. Because your mind dosen't affect me. Your will to live dosen't concern me. I have a child at my home who I must return to whom never knew her real parents: they died to a man just like you: hungry for power. Controlled by it. And I had to stop him, too. There is so much strife and evil in this world, like you. But without it the power of our own self-will would never be our own. I make my destiny, you steal yours because you're too weak to make one of your own! I've gone beyond what you seek: power. I have gone so far beyond it that once I found myself much like you. I quested to kill everything. Though for diffrent reason: this world, this universe, could not let even the weakest alone. I felt that there was no point to letting the weakest live on only to be crushed later. I decided to end that world, myself along with it, until that girl..."A tear fell from his eye."The only person I ever could say had any emotion except hate for me. And it was me who killed her again. But with her last words, she told me that there was more to life than the pain. She told me life was about the world we carved out for ourselves. And then she was gone. I've lost because of what I felt then. I felt that world was useless and painful. You feel that hunger, and that feeling makes you weak. Knowing, growing, and improving makes it better. I forgot that evil that was in me because it was not the right thing, no mater how I had felt on it earlier. I had to do better from then on to repent for the beliefs that I had. I knew what I had done was wrong, I suffered for it. If you kill me, you will get nothing out of it. I am nothing more than a decider of fate. Same as every other human. Arrissia changed my fate, and the was the only one with such a power like that: to change even the fate of a fool hearted man like myself."He paused, every bone in both of his arms cracked, loosing up. "I've made mistakes. I've done wrong. I am to be hated. But what of it concernsconcerns me anymore? I've repented. I do not ask for forgiveness, and instead ask what the world needs most, and I make it. Killing me will only net you one thing: toe burden of so much more. My heart burns with a flame that will never be put out: the ability to know. I don't care what you are: I know I will win. That is all.""So prepare to die, and to have every single little drop of power you have stolen returned to the people it matters most to. The powers you strive to obtain are only a small shield to protect you from what which you fear..."Derik drew his claymore and his rapure."...Because you face a being who fears nothing and knows the right path!"

A pair of wings and some fire balls, well son, you real ones never dropped in the first place."

 

^ Nice insult, I must say.

 

And I'm going to have to say the rest of it was pretty awesome as well. 

^ Nice insult, I must say.

 

And I'm going to have to say the rest of it was pretty awesome as well. 

If I get into the Mindset of Derik, who is a lot better at insults, I can come up with a few. This also is the reason why he gives very blunt nicknames to everyone.

Alright then, let's see how we match up then. The rest of the post will be from Sylar's perspective.

 

 

*whistles* Impressive. How much fun is that? Killing gods, killing yourself, releasing problems back into the world for the sake of the human race? Man, it all sounds so exhilarating. 

 

But in the end all you are is bluff. What was that? You gain power simply through belief? What a show. You believe yourself to be stronger so you are? Ha, any kid on the street could do that. But power is so much less than that. It's a tool, gained through various methods. Thievery, words, swords, muscles, or hell, even belief as you did. I was an average guy too. Started out as nothing. Just a watchmaker. I was among the most skillful in what I did. Problems bothered me, and a clock that ticks wrong are among the most irritating of all problems. So I fixed them. People didn't understand. How did I do that? How did I know that a watch on someone's wrist twenty meters away was off half a second? That was a good question. I just did. It was a simple life, filled with not much more than the simple joy of fixing the smallest of problems. Soon enough though, I encountered an intriguing person. I was walking home one day, and took a well known shortcut. Down the alleyway was nothing but a hooded man. In the city, they are common I thought nothing of him, and he thought nothing of me. And we almost passed by each other. I sensed a problem with him, some slight difference, But I paid no heed, walking past him. Then he saw my watch. And he wanted it. So he lifted a nearby dumpster using naught but his mind, and threw it at me using telekinesis. It hit me in the back and I went flying, smacking into a wall, my ribs cracked, my breath lost, head swimming. I sank to the ground, and my mystery mugger walked over to my prone body. He began to detach my watch, when I felt it.

 

The familiar tug of a broken watch.

 

I knew I needed to defend myself, but my broken body could do nothing. So my mind took a different route. A sharp shredded can that had fallen from the dumpster flew through the air and slit the poor mugger's throat. I had just used the same power he had! Miraculous. I had been nothing but a watchmaker before, and now, here I was! A regular comic hero! I dialed and ambulance using my newfound telekinesis, using it with precision, like I had been practicing for years! In a short enough time, I was back to full health, and living life as a watchmaker again. Of course, my job became exponentially easier with the addition of the precision of a mind. But I wasn't satisfied. The life of a watchmaker wasn't enough for me anymore. I wanted that tug of a power again. So I left him behind. The watchmaker content with what he had. He was no longer someone I could be. I travelled for years, looking for people that gave me that feeling of a broken watch. Then I would find them, and murder them. I was unstoppable! Police couldn't keep me down. Not when you can freeze them solid, change your appearance at any moment, or classically, cut off the top of their skulls with but a thought. But I found a place where everyone was a broken watch.

 

So I took their abilities as well. Biokinesis, umbrakinesis, wings, enhanced human capabilities, the sort. But I died. How depressing right? I was taken to the land of the dead by Death himself. That guy was such a bore. Always on about abuse of power, and responsibility, and everything else. YAWN. I found myself in a new realm. I was told to wreak havoc.

 

So I did. I killed. I took powers. I caused chaos. And then I found out the truth. I was dead, and someone called the Watcher was keeping me that way. Being afraid of death as I am, I took it upon myself to not be dead anymore. So I killed the Watcher, and left. Here I am now, so powerful not even death could keep me in it's hold. I have the power to have anything I want. The problem is.... All I want is power.

 

So stand up to me if you want. I'm sure your little belief is enough to take me down. Oh wait, it's NOT. I LIVE for power. It is my lifeblood, and I've taken it using the dirtiest tricks in the books. So come at me Derik "GODKILLER" Absilon. I thirst for your power.

 

 

 

~

Woo! That was fun. I haven't pulled him out for a while.

 

 

My turn. From his perspective."You state you think I believe in it. Tap, tap, Mr. Power Hungry. You use the power given to you, the power you obtained, to grow more. But not for the betterment of people, but because it's what you wanted. You want. I have. I don't believe, I know. I know what I must do, I know where I must be. I only crave to improve so that those improvements can be used to help others. My strength comes from knowing that what must be done. You psychic powers work on life, physical things you can rely on. Things you know are real. I know that no matter what is real, no mater what is fake, I have a duty. Belief springs from will to adheir to the idea of possibilities. I refuse that. I adheir to that of it will happen. Even if I must make it happen, it will. The world is ours to bend to our will, but who's will is stronger? A pathetic man who only has his abilities because he nearly died, or a man who had to live through the hate of every being he helped, the destruction of the one person who didn't, someone who had been the cause of that person's death not once, but twice! I was a man who was forced half his life to endure hardship. You had it for a mere day. You had it so that you could gain an seeming unstoppable level of power out of desire to not be killed. Not because it didn't matter if you lived or died because even if you died it meant something, and if you lived it meant nothing. I had to struggle, I had been controlled for my entire young life by other people. You are controlled by your own lust for more shiny abilities. A pair of wings and some fire balls, well son, you real ones never dropped in the first place."Derik paced the floor a moment, attempting to regain his composure."Your power is stolen. Mine is gained through use of my will you are a slave to your power, that is what makes me stronger. Because your mind dosen't affect me. Your will to live dosen't concern me. I have a child at my home who I must return to whom never knew her real parents: they died to a man just like you: hungry for power. Controlled by it. And I had to stop him, too. There is so much strife and evil in this world, like you. But without it the power of our own self-will would never be our own. I make my destiny, you steal yours because you're too weak to make one of your own! I've gone beyond what you seek: power. I have gone so far beyond it that once I found myself much like you. I quested to kill everything. Though for diffrent reason: this world, this universe, could not let even the weakest alone. I felt that there was no point to letting the weakest live on only to be crushed later. I decided to end that world, myself along with it, until that girl..."A tear fell from his eye."The only person I ever could say had any emotion except hate for me. And it was me who killed her again. But with her last words, she told me that there was more to life than the pain. She told me life was bout the world we carved out for ourselves. And then she was gone. I've lost because of what I felt then. I felt that world was useless and painful. You feel that hunger, and that feeling makes you weak. Knowing, growing, and improving makes it better. I forgot that evil that was in me because it was not the right thing, no mater how I had felt on it earlier. I had to do better from then on to repent for the beliefs that I had. I knew what I had done was wrong, I suffered for it. If you kill me, you will get nothing out of it. I am nothing more than a decider of fate. Same as every other human. Arrissia changed my fate, and the was the only one with such a power like that: to change even the fate of a fool hearted man like myself."He paused, every bone in both of his arms cracked, loosing up. "I've made mistakes. I've done wrong. I am to be hated. But what of it concernsconcerns me anymore? I've repented. I do not ask for forgiveness, and instead ask what the world needs most, and I make it. Killing me will only net you one thing: toe burden of so much more. My heart burns with a flame that will never be put out: the ability to know. I don't care what you are: I know I will win. That is all.""So prepare to die, and to have every single little drop of power you have stolen returned to the people it matters most to. The powers you strive to obtain are only a small shield to protect you from what which you fear..."Derik drew his claymore and his rapure."...Because you face a being who fears nothing and knows the right path!"

 

Well this seems fun

 

I would love to hop onto the fight train but I don't know if Silver would be welcome

Silver is very welcome.

Also, this is like ERB of RP History, except instead of raps, long paragraphs of exposition and taunting.

~

"Did you hear a word I said? Power is a tool. Like a wrench, or a screwdriver. Something to be used to get what you want. I am not controlled by power. I am controlled by my desires, which just happens to be guess what? Power. Really, you act smarter than you really are. You are as well. As high and mighty as you think you are, you are the same thing as all of us. We are all controlled by desires. Temptation, sin, lust, those all sound like bad things. But they are the same as if I wanted to do good things for the whole planet. Desire. You desire great things, happy endings despite hardship for everybody. Just a desire that you made happen. I am the same. I desire power. I got it, through my own hardship. 

 

Also, hardship doesn't technically make you stronger. Just makes it easier for you to say you are stronger. Just a thought.

 

You say all your power comes from knowledge. I can do that too! Look ma! I can know things too! I KNOW I am stronger. You KNOW you are stronger. We can dance like this all day, oh Mr. Victim. Knowledge doesn't do anything without the power to back it up. Which, in case you forgot, I kind of have. Escaped the realm of the dead, defeated the heroes of multiple universes, slaughtered superhumans for fun. Invincibility, fire, ice, speed, empathy, all of those give me the power to do whatever the hell I want to! I could conquer my world too, but what's the point? So I can lord over a bunch of powerless peons? Boooooorrrriing! I'd rather gain the power to escape death by killing billions. 

 

I hope your emotions help you. You've been through a lot, for which I express my deepest condolences, and you deserve some kind of emotion bomb that will help you win this fight. Maybe it'll bring me to tears with sympathy for your nasty childhood. Emotions are nothing to be trivialized, I know this. But I don't need them. Too good you might say. Sounds just like a bad guy doesn't it? Too good for emotions, sounds classic storybook villain. That's because I am. I'm the evil queen that stole the princess, the dark overlord that killed some kids parents, a thief who stole the only thing precious to the hero's heart. I am the villain of every story. And villains never win do they? So why would I, who wants only to win, choose to be a villain? Because dearie, I'm the villain who won, who got his happy ending. 

 

If you want a summary of what I just said, Fearless Overlord, it is this: Kneel now so I'll be happier as I torture you to death." 

 

And with that, Sylar gave one more malicious grin. The Accursed Darkness was going to have fun with this. Darkness swam around him as pitch black wings extended from his back and gave a few flaps. Razor sharp blades of darkness floated around him, glowing with fire. In his hands he held a long steel blade. A suit of armor enveloped him, the darkness it gave off sucking in all light around him. Sylar was ready for anything this hero could throw at him.

 

~

Just a mental note for myself, here's a list of all the powers he has obtained:

-Telekinesis

-Lie Detection

-Freezing Touch

-Sikota's Gift (enhanced human capabilities, plus wings)

-Umbrakinesis

-Photokinetic Healing

-Biokinesis

-Pyrokinesis

-Density Change

-Ryonne's Power (a long silver blade of enchanted steel, and super speed)

-Electrokinesis

-Cryokinesis

-The Watcher (do you wanna lose your memories and play a game? Yeah thought not. He won't be using this one.)

 

Full list of powers stolen pre Experiment, during Experiment, then throughout Amnesia.

I am bored so I'm hopping on the fight train.

 

"You both are so strange, having a dick fighting competition. 'My powers are better!' 'Oh yeah!? Well I got mine through the power of love!' Christ, I've never seen two people so hell-bent on showing off more. You both and your monologues about gaining power and crap....about how evil you both are and how you don't deserve repentance...lighten up, would you?"

Silver looked them both over from his perch, high above them on a ledge. His feet dangled down, giving a casual yet powerful look. His ears flicked with the annoyance he felt--this was beyond ridiculous.

 

"I hate it when people do this. Argue over who's stronger, and how you'll win through the power of love, duty, strength of the heart, and friendship. Friendship did jackshit for me when my planet went kablooey. And all I got was this damn eye."

With that, he quickly tore off the black slip of fabric that, until then, had been covering his left eye. His right eye, which was grey, was nothing similar to the left--a dark crimson where even the pupils were odd, being four triangles pointing in different diagonal directions.

 

"I did a lot of screwed up stuff too. Killed some people, let my planet die and wither. Ran like a coward from my own shadow. And I'm not moaning or groaning, leaving myself a depressed, angst-filled mess. Yeah, you both are strong, but what's the point of showing-off? I don't think either of you would care if you blew up half a city fighting. Not a thought to the innocent souls you massacred. But I am already sinful! This doesn't matter! You might cry! Well it does, because those people had lives. Futures. Futures you robbed from them. If there's anything I hate more than this BS, is a person who has no remorse for their crimes. I hate them. I hated my shadow for that same damn thing, and so I'm right pissed off at this."

 

Silver leapt down from his perch, as nimble as his cat-like appearance gave off, and landed neatly on the ground near Derik and Sylar.

"I'm familiar with you, Derik Absolon. We've met before, and trust me, I'm ready for your near-god powers. And you, other person, I will not stand for. You remind me of Sin, and I have vowed to make sure I don't get reminded of that beast ever again."

Silver is very welcome.

Also, this is like ERB of RP History, except instead of raps, long paragraphs of exposition and taunting.

~

"Did you hear a word I said? Power is a tool. Like a wrench, or a screwdriver. Something to be used to get what you want. I am not controlled by power. I am controlled by my desires, which just happens to be guess what? Power. Really, you act smarter than you really are. You are as well. As high and mighty as you think you are, you are the same thing as all of us. We are all controlled by desires. Temptation, sin, lust, those all sound like bad things. But they are the same as if I wanted to do good things for the whole planet. Desire. You desire great things, happy endings despite hardship for everybody. Just a desire that you made happen. I am the same. I desire power. I got it, through my own hardship. 

 

Also, hardship doesn't technically make you stronger. Just makes it easier for you to say you are stronger. Just a thought.

 

You say all your power comes from knowledge. I can do that too! Look ma! I can know things too! I KNOW I am stronger. You KNOW you are stronger. We can dance like this all day, oh Mr. Victim. Knowledge doesn't do anything without the power to back it up. Which, in case you forgot, I kind of have. Escaped the realm of the dead, defeated the heroes of multiple universes, slaughtered superhumans for fun. Invincibility, fire, ice, speed, empathy, all of those give me the power to do whatever the hell I want to! I could conquer my world too, but what's the point? So I can lord over a bunch of powerless peons? Boooooorrrriing! I'd rather gain the power to escape death by killing billions. 

 

I hope your emotions help you. You've been through a lot, for which I express my deepest condolences, and you deserve some kind of emotion bomb that will help you win this fight. Maybe it'll bring me to tears with sympathy for your nasty childhood. Emotions are nothing to be trivialized, I know this. But I don't need them. Too good you might say. Sounds just like a bad guy doesn't it? Too good for emotions, sounds classic storybook villain. That's because I am. I'm the evil queen that stole the princess, the dark overlord that killed some kids parents, a thief who stole the only thing precious to the hero's heart. I am the villain of every story. And villains never win do they? So why would I, who wants only to win, choose to be a villain? Because dearie, I'm the villain who won, who got his happy ending. 

 

If you want a summary of what I just said, Fearless Overlord, it is this: Kneel now so I'll be happier as I torture you to death." 

 

And with that, Sylar gave one more malicious grin. The Accursed Darkness was going to have fun with this. Darkness swam around him as pitch black wings extended from his back and gave a few flaps. Razor sharp blades of darkness floated around him, glowing with fire. In his hands he held a long steel blade. A suit of armor enveloped him, the darkness it gave off sucking in all light around him. Sylar was ready for anything this hero could throw at him.

 

~

Just a mental note for myself, here's a list of all the powers he has obtained:

-Telekinesis

-Lie Detection

-Freezing Touch

-Sikota's Gift (enhanced human capabilities, plus wings)

-Umbrakinesis

-Photokinetic Healing

-Biokinesis

-Pyrokinesis

-Density Change

-Ryonne's Power (a long silver blade of enchanted steel, and super speed)

-Electrokinesis

-Cryokinesis

-The Watcher (do you wanna lose your memories and play a game? Yeah thought not. He won't be using this one.)

 

Full list of powers stolen pre Experiment, during Experiment, then throughout Amnesia.

Wow. Remind me to never get on Sylar's bad side.

 

However, I have just gotten a perfect idea for a character, so I'll thank you, Silver, and Riki for that!

Silver is very welcome.

Also, this is like ERB of RP History, except instead of raps, long paragraphs of exposition and taunting.

~

"Did you hear a word I said? Power is a tool. Like a wrench, or a screwdriver. Something to be used to get what you want. I am not controlled by power. I am controlled by my desires, which just happens to be guess what? Power. Really, you act smarter than you really are. You are as well. As high and mighty as you think you are, you are the same thing as all of us. We are all controlled by desires. Temptation, sin, lust, those all sound like bad things. But they are the same as if I wanted to do good things for the whole planet. Desire. You desire great things, happy endings despite hardship for everybody. Just a desire that you made happen. I am the same. I desire power. I got it, through my own hardship. 

 

Also, hardship doesn't technically make you stronger. Just makes it easier for you to say you are stronger. Just a thought.

 

You say all your power comes from knowledge. I can do that too! Look ma! I can know things too! I KNOW I am stronger. You KNOW you are stronger. We can dance like this all day, oh Mr. Victim. Knowledge doesn't do anything without the power to back it up. Which, in case you forgot, I kind of have. Escaped the realm of the dead, defeated the heroes of multiple universes, slaughtered superhumans for fun. Invincibility, fire, ice, speed, empathy, all of those give me the power to do whatever the hell I want to! I could conquer my world too, but what's the point? So I can lord over a bunch of powerless peons? Boooooorrrriing! I'd rather gain the power to escape death by killing billions. 

 

I hope your emotions help you. You've been through a lot, for which I express my deepest condolences, and you deserve some kind of emotion bomb that will help you win this fight. Maybe it'll bring me to tears with sympathy for your nasty childhood. Emotions are nothing to be trivialized, I know this. But I don't need them. Too good you might say. Sounds just like a bad guy doesn't it? Too good for emotions, sounds classic storybook villain. That's because I am. I'm the evil queen that stole the princess, the dark overlord that killed some kids parents, a thief who stole the only thing precious to the hero's heart. I am the villain of every story. And villains never win do they? So why would I, who wants only to win, choose to be a villain? Because dearie, I'm the villain who won, who got his happy ending. 

 

If you want a summary of what I just said, Fearless Overlord, it is this: Kneel now so I'll be happier as I torture you to death." 

 

And with that, Sylar gave one more malicious grin. The Accursed Darkness was going to have fun with this. Darkness swam around him as pitch black wings extended from his back and gave a few flaps. Razor sharp blades of darkness floated around him, glowing with fire. In his hands he held a long steel blade. A suit of armor enveloped him, the darkness it gave off sucking in all light around him. Sylar was ready for anything this hero could throw at him.

 

~

Just a mental note for myself, here's a list of all the powers he has obtained:

-Telekinesis

-Lie Detection

-Freezing Touch

-Sikota's Gift (enhanced human capabilities, plus wings)

-Umbrakinesis

-Photokinetic Healing

-Biokinesis

-Pyrokinesis

-Density Change

-Ryonne's Power (a long silver blade of enchanted steel, and super speed)

-Electrokinesis

-Cryokinesis

-The Watcher (do you wanna lose your memories and play a game? Yeah thought not. He won't be using this one.)

 

Full list of powers stolen pre Experiment, during Experiment, then throughout Amnesia.

Hold on, when did Sylar kill Robert?

Question: Why do you live?

Answer: There isn't an answer.

Neko sat alone, hugging her knees in an alley. She could hear the fight that was going on but did not bother to enter. She had to many things on her mind.

 

Why was the nickname Neko gave to her? It's usually used as a sexualized cat girl, but she was nothing like that.

Sairi. That's the name she wanted. It was a beautiful name and nobody really had it.

 

Neko could only think of the weirdest things, her hand covering her dark purple eye. Why were they different? She knew why. This purple eye contained her rage and her pride.

 

She heard a familiar voice from the fight that made her smile. The demon tail behind her flicking as she stood and dust off her white skirt. She made her way out of the alley, and behind Silver.

 

"It's been a long time, Kuroi." She whispered right in his ears, making her way beside him.

Her deep purple eye was glowing a pale pink as she looked at Silver. She longed for him.

"I haven't seen you guys in a while." Neko snapped, her purple eye tinting green glaring at Derik and Sylar.

 

 

(Neko's left purple eye reflects the seven deadly sins)

Edited January 4, 201510 yr by Neko-chan

Hold on, when did Sylar kill Robert?

Sylar's official powers call for intimacy in order to mimic powers. Preferred form of intimacy is killing but other stuff will work as well. Kissing Mes gave him fire, keeping Ryonne captive in his own personal dimension also worked.

 

As for Robert... I have something planned for him in Amnesia, which I'll post in soon.

 

 

ALSO, Riki, why don't you just move us to daytime in the RP?

I am bored so I'm hopping on the fight train. "You both are so strange, having a dick fighting competition. 'My powers are better!' 'Oh yeah!? Well I got mine through the power of love!' Christ, I've never seen two people so hell-bent on showing off more. You both and your monologues about gaining power and crap....about how evil you both are and how you don't deserve repentance...lighten up, would you?"Silver looked them both over from his perch, high above them on a ledge. His feet dangled down, giving a casual yet powerful look. His ears flicked with the annoyance he felt--this was beyond ridiculous. "I hate it when people do this. Argue over who's stronger, and how you'll win through the power of love, duty, strength of the heart, and friendship. Friendship did jackshit for me when my planet went kablooey. And all I got was this damn eye."With that, he quickly tore off the black slip of fabric that, until then, had been covering his left eye. His right eye, which was grey, was nothing similar to the left--a dark crimson where even the pupils were odd, being four triangles pointing in different diagonal directions. "I did a lot of screwed up stuff too. Killed some people, let my planet die and wither. Ran like a coward from my own shadow. And I'm not moaning or groaning, leaving myself a depressed, angst-filled mess. Yeah, you both are strong, but what's the point of showing-off? I don't think either of you would care if you blew up half a city fighting. Not a thought to the innocent souls you massacred. But I am already sinful! This doesn't matter! You might cry! Well it does, because those people had lives. Futures. Futures you robbed from them. If there's anything I hate more than this BS, is a person who has no remorse for their crimes. I hate them. I hated my shadow for that same damn thing, and so I'm right pissed off at this." Silver leapt down from his perch, as nimble as his cat-like appearance gave off, and landed neatly on the ground near Derik and Sylar."I'm familiar with you, Derik Absolon. We've met before, and trust me, I'm ready for your near-god powers. And you, other person, I will not stand for. You remind me of Sin, and I have vowed to make sure I don't get reminded of that beast ever again."

"Last I recall, I nearly tore you to shreads. Back before the Utopia ended." Derik only shot off. He knew Silver was on his side, this jerk needed to loose and Silver was a good teammate.

Silver is very welcome.Also, this is like ERB of RP History, except instead of raps, long paragraphs of exposition and taunting.~"Did you hear a word I said? Power is a tool. Like a wrench, or a screwdriver. Something to be used to get what you want. I am not controlled by power. I am controlled by my desires, which just happens to be guess what? Power. Really, you act smarter than you really are. You are as well. As high and mighty as you think you are, you are the same thing as all of us. We are all controlled by desires. Temptation, sin, lust, those all sound like bad things. But they are the same as if I wanted to do good things for the whole planet. Desire. You desire great things, happy endings despite hardship for everybody. Just a desire that you made happen. I am the same. I desire power. I got it, through my own hardship.  Also, hardship doesn't technically make you stronger. Just makes it easier for you to say you are stronger. Just a thought. You say all your power comes from knowledge. I can do that too! Look ma! I can know things too! I KNOW I am stronger. You KNOW you are stronger. We can dance like this all day, oh Mr. Victim. Knowledge doesn't do anything without the power to back it up. Which, in case you forgot, I kind of have. Escaped the realm of the dead, defeated the heroes of multiple universes, slaughtered superhumans for fun. Invincibility, fire, ice, speed, empathy, all of those give me the power to do whatever the hell I want to! I could conquer my world too, but what's the point? So I can lord over a bunch of powerless peons? Boooooorrrriing! I'd rather gain the power to escape death by killing billions.  I hope your emotions help you. You've been through a lot, for which I express my deepest condolences, and you deserve some kind of emotion bomb that will help you win this fight. Maybe it'll bring me to tears with sympathy for your nasty childhood. Emotions are nothing to be trivialized, I know this. But I don't need them. Too good you might say. Sounds just like a bad guy doesn't it? Too good for emotions, sounds classic storybook villain. That's because I am. I'm the evil queen that stole the princess, the dark overlord that killed some kids parents, a thief who stole the only thing precious to the hero's heart. I am the villain of every story. And villains never win do they? So why would I, who wants only to win, choose to be a villain? Because dearie, I'm the villain who won, who got his happy ending.  If you want a summary of what I just said, Fearless Overlord, it is this: Kneel now so I'll be happier as I torture you to death."  And with that, Sylar gave one more malicious grin. The Accursed Darkness was going to have fun with this. Darkness swam around him as pitch black wings extended from his back and gave a few flaps. Razor sharp blades of darkness floated around him, glowing with fire. In his hands he held a long steel blade. A suit of armor enveloped him, the darkness it gave off sucking in all light around him. Sylar was ready for anything this hero could throw at him. ~Just a mental note for myself, here's a list of all the powers he has obtained:-Telekinesis-Lie Detection-Freezing Touch-Sikota's Gift (enhanced human capabilities, plus wings)-Umbrakinesis-Photokinetic Healing-Biokinesis-Pyrokinesis-Density Change-Ryonne's Power (a long silver blade of enchanted steel, and super speed)-Electrokinesis-Cryokinesis-The Watcher (do you wanna lose your memories and play a game? Yeah thought not. He won't be using this one.) Full list of powers stolen pre Experiment, during Experiment, then throughout Amnesia.

"All I hear is hollow words now. Desprate to belittle me. But I am no man for just talk. I am the man who destroys. " simply- p7t, Derik decided to end this quickly...A list of Derik's dull, unlocked powersThe Reigns. We're familiar with these, for the most part, but not in unlocked format.Angel Reign, summoned by channeling the power of an Angel and allowing it to obtain control over all skills, improves Derik's physical, and makes him more tanky. He heals mildly in the form at all times, and his stamina will only deteriorate if used for extremely long period, but can be circumvented by changing forms for a equal amount of time, I.E. reverting to normal or changing to another form for the same amount of time. He dose not need to breath in this form and his flight speed and hight is far superior. His normal overall speed dose not change however.In contrast, Demon Reign slowly chips his health away, but increases all of his specialty techniques incredibly, his speed is not up and his flight is slightly hindered, but the beam boost is so much more superior that it makes a good trade off. Give him short-range teleportation and ghost clones, or being to resemble and act like him with half his strength, but are easy to destroy and will eventually fade as they, too, are in Demon Reign, but they are real. Like Angel he must eventually revert or change for periods at a time to be able to use it without exausting all of his stamina.And finally Grey, or the Shadow Kingdom's reign. Originally designed by the Thirteen dark gods to make them invincible. Speed, strength, firepower, it has it all, but it takes a serious tole on the user's body. It dosen't hurt them, but during the duration of its use the body itself begins to decompose unless they are in a heavily body, like that of an angel, demon, god, demigod, ect. However this trade-off is negligible as the overall Stat boost makes up for the weaknesses Derik has: speed and magic defense. His speed is picked beyond the limits, a technical calculation of his speed at the time is whatever amount of speed he has naturally and times is by somewhere near two billion times three times the speed of sound the speed of sound. In this form he can be in multiple places at one instance, remove a person's head from two universe's over and said person would bot be count dead as the cut would have been done so perfectly thst the body vaporized afterward from the force of it, consumer planets, burrow through the entirety of Superman's body with a single strike, and heal wounds of great size and severity. This dosen't include the power of his beam attacks, either. He has elemental manipulation in this form as well, and can raise the dead. He can only use the form at a single time for 2 minute and thirty seconds, however he avoids this by raising it to the next level, which caps at 7. Giving him about 16 minutes in form, but the higher he goes the more stress is placed on his body.Each form can go up in severty, Angel and Demon capping at 12 and Grey at 7. Their powers and debuff each go up with each level as well.Pressure Element: raises the tension in combat for opponents, making them more like to loose control or make mistakes, even if they have strong minds.Energy absorptionSpell resistMental power resistHigh speed combat skills, including parrying and blocking enemy attacksDionelen, a power specific to one of the two swords he owns, it was forged from the metal of weapon of the greatest Blacksmith whom ever lived in the realm of God's, before he was struck down. Through it most abilities that which a person had not truly earned can be suppressed, but it drains the user's strength intensely and they cannot strike when being used, however the effect lasts for a few seconds after the power is released, giving a small window of attack.And Will of a Warrior: interfere with a person's abilities to change fate themself through an ability or skill. This forces the person to fight with their own strength and obtain their victory on their own, if they can. Weapon Absorption: his body can absorb his weapons, further increasing his power based on the strength he holds. He can absorb other people's weapons as well. Caps at five weapons.He forces his opponents to their true skill level. No boosters or modifiers. Only strengths they an obtain themselves through practice and work. The only real way to beat him is simply to be a better swordsman than him.Which basically everyone in Tirain will be, once we start going again. Which reminds me, I should post.Anywho...The power erupted from Derik. A level of power that the opponent would feel he must have, so great that the desire for it would be like no other. More, more, more! It built and built to such a great level that if his opponent were sane, he would be questioning his choices. The ground below shook, and began to cave in under him. "One. Punch." Derik tossed his blade to the air, and threw a single punch. He didn't even put force behind ut: it was lazy and slopy, but the power from it sent a shockwave, wide as two of Earth's sun's flowing out at tremendous speed at the opponent. It was only growing in size a moment later, exploding to tremendous size, both wide and long."Your turn, Silver. Impress me."

Sylar's official powers call for intimacy in order to mimic powers. Preferred form of intimacy is killing but other stuff will work as well. Kissing Mes gave him fire, keeping Ryonne captive in his own personal dimension also worked. As for Robert... I have something planned for him in Amnesia, which I'll post in soon.  ALSO, Riki, why don't you just move us to daytime in the RP?

waiting for you to post, lol.Also, Grey Reign alone is the reason I put a lid on Derik. If I didn't he would wipe out the entire plot in 5 sentences.