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firstworldproblem) wrote2024-11-30 04:44 pm
firstworldproblem) wrote2024-11-30 04:44 pm
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Emet-Selch
PRONOUNS: he/him
AGE: Old
HEIGHT: 6'6.6"
EYE/HAIR: Gold/Brown & White
PLAYER: Tyki
PRONOUNS: She/Her
PRONOUNS: She/Her
SQUICKS: none
NOTABLE CHARACTER TRAITS:
Will also respond to Emecchi, Alexander. Really anything.
He pings as magical and old (12k+). He is an endless bucket of magical energy. He will avoid really brightly lit areas since he has an aversion to being under the direct sun (thanks Imeeji). While he is very tall, he has back problems so he's probably closer to 6 feet leaning over.
For his soul sight, I'm just gonna go with color, so if you wanna tell me the color of your character's soul, he'll remember it.
OTHER NOTES:
I'm fine with anything. I'm just here to play this dork on the internet.
Hopefully, he is not too different from canon. I picked him from post-imeeji to have a grandpa with a little less depression. Overall, my goal is to have the early Shadowbringers vibe when he invites himself into your party and just gives two bit commentary.
He is very much married, but I'm also open to romance. Whatever is fun.
I also plan to not go into Imeeji much just to not break game/world stuff, but he will definitely gush about the cute and weird people he met there.
< isopods >
Will also respond to Emecchi, Alexander. Really anything.
He pings as magical and old (12k+). He is an endless bucket of magical energy. He will avoid really brightly lit areas since he has an aversion to being under the direct sun (thanks Imeeji). While he is very tall, he has back problems so he's probably closer to 6 feet leaning over.
For his soul sight, I'm just gonna go with color, so if you wanna tell me the color of your character's soul, he'll remember it.
OTHER NOTES:
I'm fine with anything. I'm just here to play this dork on the internet.
Hopefully, he is not too different from canon. I picked him from post-imeeji to have a grandpa with a little less depression. Overall, my goal is to have the early Shadowbringers vibe when he invites himself into your party and just gives two bit commentary.
He is very much married, but I'm also open to romance. Whatever is fun.
I also plan to not go into Imeeji much just to not break game/world stuff, but he will definitely gush about the cute and weird people he met there.
THANKS MODS <3
Powers
Creation powers should be pretty nerfed, anything that has a useful function lasts not for very long / takes up a lot of energy. So like a hammer would take up a shit ton of energy but making a butterfly would take up less. Nothing can last for more than 6 hours though. Immortality we'll cross should he ever get to dying. Soul sight is fine to keep as much as you want to play with it if you don't want to you can nerf if. There is no upper limit to how much you nerf depending on what you want to play. Dream walking is fine to keep and water to alcohol can be like, two glasses per day or something
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weenwoon
Memories
Through His Eyes (short story)
But he had chosen to spend the time alone at a park, reclining upon the manicured lawn. The cowl of his robe had fallen back to reveal locks of white hair, which framed the unique red mask covering the upper half of his face─the sole item among his apparel that was his and his alone. To see him lazing there, most would have assumed he was simply gazing up at the stars, or perhaps the glittering towers that seemed to reach for them. The sights that were reflected in his eyes, however, were a far cry from any seen by most men.
What he beheld was the aether that comprised all things, radiating life. From the depths of the land to the heights of the firmament, its light shone bright. Here and there, lives that had served their purpose drifted upon the current before suddenly plunging down unto the Underworld.
That he could behold these wonders was not a wonder in itself. Many were blessed with the sight. Yet very few indeed were as strong in the gift as him. As a man focuses his gaze upon the object of his interest, he needed but to direct his attention towards the aether to behold all the lives borne upon the currents. So acute was his vision, he could make out not only the soul─the heart of life─but also discern subtle differences in the hue of each, telling individual lives apart. And by virtue of this transcendent skill, he had often been likened to a denizen of the Underworld.
For a while he continued gazing up at the sky, watching the dance of aether alone with his thoughts, until the soft rustling of grass announced the approach of another. Noticing this, he shut his eyes tight as if to will away the din, but the steps only drew nearer, growing louder and louder, before finally becoming a voice overhead.
"I heard the tidings. Congratulations, Hades...or should I say the honorable Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen?"
If I pretend not to notice, perhaps he will leave me in peace, he thought without much hope. And, as expected, but no less to his disappointment, the owner of the voice did not make to leave. Resigned, he grudgingly rolled over and heaved himself to his feet. Having repositioned his cowl, he addressed the grinning visitor with unconcealed displeasure.
"There is naught to congratulate─I merely filled a void. One which, I would remind you, only existed because you refused the honor."
"Come now, it went to the candidate best suited to the office. You find practical use for that which you see, while I enjoy the seeing for its own sake."
"And what does that say about your suitability for your own office? Perhaps I shall raise the subject at the Hall of Rhetoric."
As he said these words, he glared daggers through his mask, but the threat─idle, as they both knew─served only to elicit a snort of amusement from the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, his close friend Hythlodaeus. Attired in a black robe and a white mask, the man looked entirely unremarkable. Yet like Hades, he was eminently gifted in the ability to behold the Underworld. As a matter of fact, were it purely a question of vision, his was the keener of the two. Precious little escaped his eyes, which could discern essence and appearance as plainly as night and day. This made him amply qualified for the highest office of the Bureau of the Architect, the institution which oversaw the creation of concepts. And incurably smug.
Irked by Hythlodaeus’s unshakable good cheer, he snapped, "Was there something else?" And immediately regretted it when he saw the man’s grin broaden.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Have you informed a certain someone of your appointment?"
"Hardly necessary. The memorandum will see to it, if the gossips in the street haven’t already. News pertaining to the Fourteen is wont to spread quickly."
"Were you to ask my opinion, I would tell you such a momentous message warrants a personal delivery. Shall I ascertain our friend’s whereabouts? It will take but a moment."
"I did not ask for your opinion, nor less your help. I understand you have pressing tasks and would not keep you from them."
For the first time since Hythlodaeus arrived, the grin faded from his lips, the tilt of the man's head all but asking how Hades could have known. And though he was certain he would regret answering the unspoken question, in the end he found himself yielding to the interminable silence. With a sigh, he continued.
"A short while ago, you received a visitor from the Words of Lahabrea. This invariably means you have been tasked with an inspection of considerable import, and by rights should not have time to spend in idleness. That you should seek me out at such a juncture suggests you have a consultation or─the mind boggles─a request."
For a moment, Hythlodaeus said nothing, as if mulling over the words. Then his shoulders began to shake with laughter.
"You wound me, old friend! I merely chanced to notice you lying here and wished to offer my congratulations." As he continued, his voice took on an impish tone. "And I daresay, given your new responsibilities, you've even less time than me to spend in idleness. Of course, you were never one to rouse yourself, save when you deemed a matter worthy of your attention."
Though said in jest, the uninvited observation did not improve his mood. "You have offered your congratulations," he said testily. "If there is naught else, I shall be on my way."
Seeing him turn to leave, Hythlodaeus hastily changed his tone. "Wait. As you say, I have a consultation for you...and a request. Will you not hear me out, most eminent Emet-Selch?"
Amaurot
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iW7b8Mo_SFU
Ultima Thule
Here, at the edge of the universe, await as many stories as there are stars in its sea. Of rises and falls, of beginnings and ends...of a little bird who left home with hope, yet nested in sorrow. Hearken unto these tales to be told...
There be dragons
"Without the wind to guide them, the younger wyverns and their symbiotic kin have lost their way─existentially speaking─and live for naught but the fleeting rush of violence. The only solution is, naturally, more violence."
Ea
"Several consciousnesses that have tried and failed to regain a suitable corporeal form are showing remarkable persistence in becoming their best selves─regardless of whose self is currently ensconced in their flesh of choice."
Robots
"For the first time since the fall of its civilization, the warmongering Stigma-4 is awake, its unbeating heart set on conquering a distant star─yours. Omicron N-7000 believes that the most effective means of deterrence is to convince its subconscious circuits of how poorly it would fare against Hydaelyn's champion, and has opened a path to allow you to implant a pseudo-memory of just such a contest. Thus does it fall to you to answer the question─of what do matrices dream?"
However, despite the tragedy of this place. There is yet hope. In this place, where emotions dictate reality, the hopes of comrades light the way forward. Transforming conviction into strength.
The View From Above
Summary:
Emet-Selch speaks to the Warrior of Light as the citizens of Norvrandt. He praises the Warrior of Light for bringing all the people together and reminisces about the good ol' times. He inquiries about the true identity of the Exarch before he takes his leave.
Text:
Emet-Selch: Would you look at that? The citizens of Eulmore engaging in what can only be described as “manual labor.” Who would have thought it possible?
Emet-Selch: Do you know the most reliable way to deal with those who stubbornly refuse to see reason?
Emet-Selch: You conquer them─crush them under heel. Such was the trusted method of Allag, and one still favored by Garlemald.
Emet-Selch: But conquest is the easy part. The true challenge begins once the dust has settled─quenching the glowing embers of animosity and maintaining a semblance of peace.
Emet-Selch: This requires the conqueror to treat the conquered with dignity, and the conquered to let bygones be bygones. A difficult feat to achieve.
Emet-Selch: But you have achieved just that...to my considerable surprise.
Emet-Selch: It's a compliment. Take it.
Emet-Selch: Ahh, the vibrant energy that fills the air when like-minded souls gather. To think back on that time before time fair brings a tear to the eye.
Emet-Selch: What? You thought ancient beings like us incapable of crying?
Emet-Selch: Well, rest assured that if your heart can be broken, then so can mine!
Emet-Selch: Back when the world was whole, we had family, friends, loves...
Emet-Selch: Men knew peace and contentment, and with our adamant souls, we could live for an age.
Emet-Selch: There was no conflict born of want or disparity. Our differences paled into insignificance next to all we had in common.
Emet-Selch: And then there was Amaurot... Never was a city more magnificent. From the humblest streets to the highest spires, she fairly gleamed...
Emet-Selch: Not that you would remember any of this.
Warrior Light: "Remember"?
Emet-Selch: Never mind.
Emet-Selch: The point is: the world of old was a far better place than what we have now. I believe you would like it, having witnessed the things you have.
Emet-Selch: Remember, you are of the Source. Unlike the halfmen here, you stand only to gain.
Emet-Selch: Should you survive the remaining calamities, you will become our equal. A complete existence in a complete world.
Emet-Selch: But such talk is a pleasure for later. Back to work, hero.
Emet-Selch: Ah, there was one thing I had meant to ask.
Emet-Selch: How well do you know the Exarch? Has he ever deigned to show you what hides beneath the cowl?
Emet-Selch: What, never? Even to you? How very interesting...
Emet-Selch: I shall enjoy working out what it means. Until next time.
SOUL COLORS
Re: SOUL COLORS
STATUS EFFECTS - CURRENT
...I think I see them everywhere, the people that we left behind.
card effect
One of the target's greatest regrets will appear to them as a hallucination regularly. This could be 'see my mother in every room I am' or 'hear my lover's death scream randomly' This should be disruptive but not constant. Like living in a horror movie.