Dante
Profile: A lackadaisical hunter of demons, and a half-devil himself, Dante fights with an arsenal of demonic weapons, using superior strength and skill.
RACE CHANGE: HYBRID (0/20)
!!WARNING!!
Only one Race Change can be made ever. While this change provides many bonuses all at once, they start out weaker than if purchased individually - scaling over time - and precluding race changes from future Emulations.
This Race Change Comes with the following:
Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Durability, Superhuman Speed, Superhuman Agility, Accelerated Healing, Demonic Power Manipulation, Devil Arms Subjugation, Devil Trigger
...also White Hair
Skills
Swordsmanship
Dante is an accomplished sword fighter, specialized in making use of often oversized and unwieldy weapons in an acrobatic and agile fashion that does not accurately match up to their appearance.
Weapon Proficiency
Seemingly capable of judging the limits and uses of any weapon upon first laying eyes on it, in addition to almost instantly grasping how to use it, Dante grants 1 point to any training action involving a Weapon Power or Skill
Demon Slaying
Having been hunting them his entire adult life, Dante is capable of determining the weaknesses of nearly any 'Demon' or Demon-like entity and capitalizing on them in the most gruesome and spectacular fashion possible. This power grants a True Damage like effect to Taylor when targeting such enemies - ignoring defensive ability and powers in implausible ways to land the kill.
Gunslinger
Easily capable of firing guns akimbo at a single enemy while moving at high speeds while not missing a single shot, Dante is capable of bestowing an almost unrealistic level of skill in ballistics of all kinds - such that it qualifies as a near Thinker power, particularly with regards to trick shots and ricochets.
Private Investigator
Dante - despite his appearance of general buffoonery and other lackadaisical nature - is an extremely analytical thinker when it is required of him, capable of quickly stringing together clues and suppositions to come to outrageous and unlikely conclusions that are never the less true most of the time.
Powers
Superhuman Strength
Being a Hybrid of both Devil and Human, Dante possesses herculean physical strength - such that he is easily able to lift, move, or otherwise apply his strength to almost anything he can gain leverage on and many things he technically cannot.
Superhuman Speed
Being a Hybrid of both Devil and Human, Dante is capable of moving at speeds that - to the human eye - appear almost like teleportation. This allows him to move about in a fashion that largely ignores physics - running up the sides of buildings, outpacing bullets, and generally functioning as a Speedster when required.
Superhuman Agility
Being a Hybrid of both Devil and Human, Dante is uniquely capable of reacting to things at high speeds in a manner not entirely consistent with the speed he is actually moving at - demonstrating poise and grace that allows him to do things like balance perfectly atop a moving missile, and performing feats of acrobatics and body control that oftentimes defy logic.
Superhuman Durability
Being a Hybrid of both Devil and Human, Dante is durable enough to catch or deflect bullets with his teeth, withstand attacks that could obliterate buildings, and otherwise just not particularly have to deal with attacks below a certain threshold of strength or sharpness.
Accelerated Healing
Being a Hybrid of both Devil and Human, Dante is capable of regenerating from any attack that leaves his head attached to his body. Really, much like a zombie, the only true way to kill him is to decapitate him, obliterate his brain, or pulverize his entire body with such force that it isn't capable of regenerating itself anymore.
Demonic Power Manipulation
Being a Hybrid of both Devil and Human, Dante can infuse his Demonic Power into objects he is touching, raising their durability up to match his own and allowing him to use them without breaking them instantly.
Devil Arms Subjugation
Being a Hybrid of both Devil and Human, Dante can attempt to Subjugate any sufficiently power individual entity he defeats in live combat, forcing it into a compact form as a Devil Arm - a weapon that the body and soul of the creature in question are either part of, trapped in, or both. [This ability is specifically modified for Nexus, and applies to Non-Demonic creatures and beings. Any entity that is not specifically human or human adjacent (example, Faunus from RBWY), can be affected by this ability. Examples include, Salem (Again, ala RWBY), The Endbringers, The Entities (Scion/Eden)]
Devil Trigger
Being a Hybrid of both Devil and Human, Dante has two forms - a human one, and a devil one, with both being equally real and himself. While under the effects of Devil Trigger, Dante takes on an armored insectlike form that greatly enhances his other physical attributes. This ability is accessible to all Hybrids, but not all of them unlock and can use it immediately.
Sin Devil Trigger
An Enhanced form of the Devil Trigger unique to Dante and his Brother, the Sin Devil Trigger not only releases ones true Demonic form, but also is described as becoming 'The Ultimate Devil'. This Transformation can be viewed as not dissimilar to simply becoming an Endbringer albeit for an extremely short period of time, as it is incredibly power intensive.
Trickster Style
A Devil Power enhanced fighting style that allows its user to make quick acrobatic movements, dodging without leverage, jumping on thin air, and otherwise dancing between enemy attacks like mere droplets of water.
Quicksilver Style [Requires Trickster Style, Demonic Power Manipulation]
For an exorbitant power cost, a user of Quicksilver style manipulates their personal relationship with Time such that everything around them turns black and white, slowing down to a fraction of their normal speed. This power lasts only briefly, but effectively stops/slows time for everyone but the user for a few seconds.
Swordmaster Style [Requires Demonic Power Manipulation]
Promoting Mastery of Devil Arms and other forms of Magic Weapon, using Swordsmaster Style synchronizes the user with their weapon in a way that drastically improves the strength and connection to a melee weapon. *Synergizes with Devil Arms, Shikai
Gunslinger Style
Effectively 'Gun Fu' this style allows the user to harmonize with any ranged weapon or firearm they are wielding, making it more useful effective to channel energy through - such as Demonic Power. *Synergy with Internal Alchemy
Royal Guard Style [Requires Demonic Power Manipulation]
A style that utilizes Demonic Power to convert and store incoming attacks and damage as energy for later use, acting as both an invincible iron wall, and living explosive weapon when the absorbed force is released later.
Doppelganger Style [Requires Demonic Power Manipulation]
A style that utilizes self duplication, Doppelganger Style allows the user to project a copy of themself that has no shadow or reflection, but is otherwise in all ways - them. This includes their powers, strengths, and skills. Use of Doppelganger style makes regeneration of resources nigh impossible as the power of the original goes towards fueling two bodies, but it otherwise an incredibly potent power.
Friday, March 11th, 2011
Time Bubble, Brockton Bay
POV: Multiversal Emulator
"Damn. I am on fire lately. Seriously, you have no idea how normal this is for me. Well, you know. New me." You drawl, driving your fist - which is still firmly pressed against the metal panel of the hunk of junk you're here to break - straight through the machine and into the wall up to your elbow.
Where it promptly gets stuck.
"Hm." You muse to yourself, eyeing the new hole critically.
"Kill!" The giant burning ghost guy behind you screams, blasting a gout of flame at you, that you dodge by flexing those brand new core muscles and jumping upward - holding yourself in the air by the arm still lodged in the wall.
You use your free hand to mime holding an invisible skateboard, which you happily perform a trick with. An… invisible trick.
"You like that? Been a while but I'm pretty sure if I had to-" You start blithely, allowing yourself to fall to the ground to dodge yet more flames as they rush towards you, then jumping again rotating so your arms outstretch to either side of you and your body is held at a right angle to the walkway beneath you, which is - quite frankly - starting to melt.
"Superman! Kick Flip! Dunno what they call this one!" You cheer until eventually you get bored of the joke and - presumably - so does Lungs ghost, because it rears back and blasts flame in all directions, an attack that is literally undodgeable by sheer dint of it hitting everything in the room at once.
"I! Kill you! Become Ruler! Become GOD!" Lung screams as he thrashes wildly about.
"Yeah I dunno about god exactly." You muse, yanking your arm free of the wall, grabbing your sword from where it hangs on your back, and swinging downward with it - flinging apart the encroaching wave of burning death before it can reach you.
Then you pop it over your shoulder casually and scratch your chin.
"Toaster's been on the fritz since the last time I had fur though. Hey, do you do home visits?" You ask.
The ghost merely roars in response to your disrespect.
Which is a pity because you were being entirely sincere.You're pretty sure there's still panda fur jamming up the toaster. You try to remember that last time you had toast with your breakfast and draw up a curious blank on the topic.
Speaking of which, you're actually kind of hungry. Right about now is when you'd be getting home for dinner you're pretty sure. You guess with Dan and his weird menagerie of middle aged women all here fighting no one is gonna be cooking so…
"Hey can we have Pizza for dinner?" You ask curiously, juking to the side of a burst of flame.
"Emmy? You sound… different." Taylor asks you, though not without some strain - which gets your eyebrows raising fractionally as you continue to shift and jump around the room to avoid more attacks from Lung the Undead Toaster.
Experimentally you dart forward and swing your blade through the burning outline of a chinese dragon and are unsurprised to find you haven't hurt the creature at all. After all, it's just fire.
More urgently, while you would typically spend more time dicking around, Taylor seems to be having some kind of issue outside - so playtime is over.
"Yeah old me burned alive. Kinda sucked. Don't worry - I'm good now." You appease her absently, while your eyes track the dragon downward. It's hard to tell because of the way it winds in on itself and well… all the fire, but you're pretty sure the molten core of the machine you're in is still burning away down there, and that what you're fighting is - for all intents and purposes - a projection.
"Bur- I'm coming in there." Taylor returns to you, and you feel a spike of panic zip across your mental connection.
"Hey I'm good I swear! Look I'll come see you right now okay?" You say casually while sprinting forward and jumping into the center of the flaming beast in front of you, allowing your regeneration to handle the brunt of the 'burning alive' that causes, and landing on top of the circular power core with both feet and kicking sending the entire thing spiraling free of all the wires, hooks, pipes, and chains holding it in place.
At which point it slams into the ground , splits in half, and explodes.
Friday, March 11th, 2011
Time Bubble, Brockton Bay
POV: Taylor Hebert
"Hey I'm good I swear! Look I'll come see you right now okay?" Emmy sent to her before her connection to him devolved into a falling burning sensation that transferred just enough pain to the periphery of her senses for him to know she was still probably alive.
And also, exactly enough pain for her to become even more distressed than she already was about the idiot blithely talking about burning alive like that.
Unfortunately she was just a bit busy with her Uber problem to immediately shift priorities towards retrieving her friend.
"You know? I actually think this might not be so bad! Maybe I'll ask about keeping it after this. Kinda nice being able to match up to the mighty Nexus!" Uber crooned in a mocking tone of voice as he said her name, darting away from her into batch of Spree clones which he began to rip into with violent abandon, sinking his fangs into each one without a care for the obvious confusion and fear on the Teeth affiliated capes face as he continually fled away from his erstwhile ally.
She didn't expect this to last long. Uber had sort of flitted between harassing her to stop her from getting involved with his allies - and trying to eat Spree alive, though if he really wanted to catch the original she had no doubt he could and would. She would have wondered why the moron was attacking his own allies if he wasn't noticeably faster and stronger with every clone he consumed.
She was starting to hate this whole 'vampire' thing.
"Doing a lot of running away for a guy who's 'keeping up with me'!" She yelled after him, creating a layered barrier of solid air between him and his target in order to slow him down and chase after him.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance when he somehow detected the invisible barrier and darted around it, but was undeterred in her pursuit, stitching a line of small magical blasts in his path to stall him enough for her to catch up to him, then cleave his legs out from beneath him.
Literally.
His legs from the knee down were severed by her swift sword blow, sending Uber toppling to the ground.
"Oh no! What will I do! Man down! Man down!" He laughed carelessly, catching himself with his hands and scuttling away on them while his legs rapidly regrew.
At just that moment, she heard loud 'thunk' noise, and turned just in time to notice the hell tank bursting at the seems, with metal rivets, screaming demonic figures, and welded steel plates exploding in every direction from the thing as a titanic blaze rippled out from it, creating a pillar of flame and smoke where the tank had once been.
Taylor quickly pivoted, minding Ubers location but otherwise concentrating on raising a magical barrier over the battlefield to shield her allies from the massive wave of shrapnel being flung towards them.
To do this, as with many of her feats, she had to redistribute all of her power - out of aura, and the reinforcing power pumped throughout her body by her heart, and into the power that fueled Ozma's magic.
'Can you hold this for a minute?' She asked her passenger, already knowing Uber would see and capitalize on this brief moment of weakness.
'Gladly.' Ozma agreed calmly, taking hold of the part of her mind maintaining the barrier and separating all that power from her conscious control - all of it to be swiftly replaced by her heart as it thundered power and fury in her chest.
Power she was forced to use every ounce of in order to lift her sword and get its handle between Ubers teeth, preventing him from ripping her throat out with them.
They struggled for a bit - a stalemate she was happy to let continue while she recharged briefly - but the struggle turned out to be brief.
"Caaaan he stick the landing folks?!" A belligerent sounding voice called from the side, where Emmy - who had come in under the edge of her barrier as it went up somehow - was flying towards her atop a hunk of the debris from the exploded tank.
A hunk of debris he was… surfing.
A hunk of debris that - just as he was about to reach her - he kicked up like he was on a snowboard, slamming bodily into Uber who he carried away with him into the street.
He spun across the asphalt for a few more seconds with Uber twitching under him, then hopped off the makeshift surf board.
The first thing she noticed about Emmy's new form was the giant sword on his back. She could literally feel Nemesis vibrating in her hands as she took that piece of information in, and had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.
The second thing she noticed was…
"Why do you look like a hobo having a mid-life crisis?" She asked, gesturing loosely at his scraggly almost a beard, long unkempt hair, and ridiculously out of place looking red long coat.
Emmy immediately glanced down at himself then back up again.
"What? I look cool! This is real demon leather. You know how much it costs to skin a demon?" He responded, grabbing the edge of the red coat and lifting it to wave at her with a lackadaisical smile.
She would have responded but the sight of the slab of metal Uber was under shifting drew her up short, causing her to bend her knees in preparation of intercepting what was obviously about to be an attack on Emmy from behind.
Only… she needn't have bothered, because Emmy drew a black gun from beneath his coat and fired it wildly behind himself, pushing back the vampire enough force that he Uber ended up pinned to a wall across the street while Emmy continued to fire at him.
"No seriously though, we should look into skinning like - what's the big ones name? Behemoth! That guy would make some amazing boots. I think that's what I want to leave you when I'm gone. Endbringer Boots." Emmy mused, dropping the edge of his coat and looking over his shoulder at Uber - who was now largely ignoring the rapidly healing gunshot wounds pinning him down to stare at Emmy with a distressed expression on his face.
"Hey what's the matter, you look like you've seen a ghost!" Emmy called to him, holstering the gun and glancing at her.
"I got this if you wanna clean up over there." He said lazily to her at the same time as Uber screeched at him.
"You aren't real! It's not possible that you're real!" He screamed, darting forward to rush Emmy.
"Yeah, the ladies say that a lot." Her partner said proudly. It was so immensely lame that Taylor almost winced as if struck.
"Gross." She muttered, deciding to set the weirdness of this new version of her friend aside in order to focus on what really needed to be done.
Because without the tank, she was pretty sure the effect holding this time bubble together was going to fade soon.
And it was probably for the best that someone clean all of this up before that happened.
A/N: Just a quick chapter to introduce the new guy.