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Obsidian Fantasy 2014/12/17 22:31
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| The Floamph are a race of Fungoids, they're tensile strength is far greater than would it at first seem. They are a tribal race and speak only their own language. They use indigenous giant reptiles called Silthrarin as mounts and beasts of burden. They live in small villages of 20-50 and like all types of fungi require damp dark places to thrive. They are hostile to outsiders when encountered. They are also highly susceptible to magics that affect plant-life. |
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| Obsidian Mask V1
Obsidian Original Characters 2013/10/8 13:14
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| In the early parts of my story Obsidian wears this armor which is replaced by a more powerful and lighter version. |
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| Merilith Class 8 demon
Obsidian Fantasy 2017/1/31 22:44
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| Meriliths are demonic lords who govern regions of the underworld for masters far greater than themselves. They are trustworthy and fiercely loyal as well as highly intelligent. They are master strategists and make excellent generals. They are always armed with a vast number of weapons for their many hands. They do however prefer swords over more technological weapons, but that is not say to say you won't find one wielding firearms. Their powers are nearly as vast as their masters and they are able to grant wishes though with limited effect. Throughout the eons a certain reputation for a "Monkey's Paw" effect has made many a mortal balk at the idea of trading a soul with these beings so they are encouraged to help such mortals make better choices. Merilith do must take whatever trade is offered for their soul but despise stupid wishes like chickens raining from the sky or some such. If such an embarrassing wish occurs they will often seek out good heroes to remove the wish maker..permanently. Merelith's are well schooled in magic and not to be trifled with they are viscous killers and enjoy a challenge. |
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| Alternate Dimensions
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/3/21 8:16
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| Obsidian Mask finds himself in the Mass Effect universe...just one of the many perils of folding space in a turbulent region. Unfortunately for the Collectors, their ship will be no match for the Lillun's Antimatter FTL missles and VF cannons. The alliance has made a powerful ally, though there are no other Luminesti Elves in this universe. The lovely Cmdr. Joanna Shepard and her Normandy will be assigned to helping Obsidian and the crew of the Lillun find a way to return to their home dimension. |
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Obsidian Sci-fi 2015/7/24 10:51
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I broke out a V3 just for fun to see how it would hold up in a current render engine...not too bad if I do say so myself.
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Obsidian Original Characters 2015/8/28 7:18
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I begin my search for Nechronos by first hunting down Takashi's killer, and it doesn't take long to
find my little clone, holed up in a warehouse yet. I decide to handle this old school and begin making my way through the vents. Fortunately for me this warehouse doesn't house anything sensitive so they don't have any sensors in their ventilation shafts. I don't make a sound and it impressed even me how silent I have become. My new powers grant me a level of stealth I have never known before, I mean it's one thing to not make a noise come from you, but no noise comes from anything I touch this means even if I rolled around in these vents nobody would hear the metal buckle. It's creepy actually but as an assassin, dear gods it's frightening. I spot my quarry below me about 30 feet down and he's discussing his report with an Hadean underling who I let leave without incident...no sense killing when I don't have to. I slowly descend upside down on a single strand of webbing, it doesn't creak like rope or cable and numb nuts doesn't suspect a thing. I am taken bu surprise when he speaks, seriously.
"Come to finish me off?"
He says as he turns to face me. I'm dying to know how he knew I was there but I play it off like it's nothing.
"Word is you did Takashi."
"I did. He was interfering with Nechronos' plans so i was ordered to pay him off or dispose of him. He wouldn't accept the money so..."
"So he basically signed his own death warrant."
"Exactly. I'm surprised you're here, I know you didn't care for him..he was so very pushy."
"Don't get it twisted cloneboy, I'm not here for vengance, I'm here for answers. I want to know what Nechronos is planning and where he's hiding."
"I don't have those answers and if I did I'm certain he would compel me to keep them secret."
He draws his sword, to my utter disbelief. The last time we met I spared him, and gave him his free will.
"I grant you your freedom and this is what you do with it? You do know I'll not be so forgiving this time right?"
"What are you talking about? Until now we have never met. Ah you must be talking about 7, he was...disposed of as well...In truth none of us wanted to do it but that damned compulsion."
"I could free you like I did him. We could use your help and two of me would be incredibly formidable."
"The master has thought of that...he has an eternity crystal...and none of us will be free so long as he lives!"
With that, the moron lunges with his sword, presumably to catch me off guard. I repay his stupidity with a well place fist upside his forehead which sends him flying across the length of the building stopping only when his body meets the reinforced walls. With a flick of my wrists I secure the exits with a powerful webbing that would be difficult for me to cut. He begins to visibly panic scanning the room quickly for an alternate means of escape. There isn't any and he knows it, now he'll fight like the caged animal I just turned him into.
He assumes the standard Djinok ninja fighting stance, and I laugh.
"That's not going to work you know?"
"I'm compelled to do whatever is necessary to complete my mission or die in the attempt. I can't let you stop me."
He lunges for me again but this time I head butt him sending him reeling from the impact. he swings his blade even more fiercely again and again locking swords with me in this form is practically an exercise in stupidity and tantamount to suicide, I catch his arm under mine pinning him. With the tip of my blade at this throat, I ask him just one question.
"Give me one good reason not to shove this blade straight through your skull."
"One huh? How about this: I hate Nechronos as much as you do."
"What?"
The answer is really good and I ease my grip...just a little.
"Say that again?"
"We all hate him. We're you...we remember everything you do. We know he caused 7 to kill Moonshadow...and there's nothing we can do about it. We have to obey him...but..."
"But what?"
"We are somewhat rebellious, we can act outside his orders or twist them..when he's not careful we can do a lot of damage to his plans."
"What do you mean?"
"If for instance he tells me to kill someone I can choose when so long as he doesn't specify. Right now in this situation, I can negotiate my way out if I deem it necessary."
"Because you're compelled to do WHATEVER is necessary to complete your mission."
"Precisely. We are compelled to obey him, but..."
"But what?"
"If he were no longer in a position to give orders, like say if he were stone dead. Then we would all be free."
"You keep saying we, and all, exactly how many of me are there?"
"In total thirty seven were created. Thus far twelve have been sacrificed for whatever this plan of his is."
"Holy shit!!! All that from n arm?"
"There's more. Five of us have your technology and armor."
"Fantastic! Well at least I know how to dispose of them if I need to. How did they get hold of my technology though? I mean that is a lot of Absorbium-80 to make 5 suits, we usually recycle ours."
"Nechronos has a man inside the Black Mantis's ranks who has been funneling resources to him. I don't know how he contacts him or any details but I have overheard him speaking to someone he calls Shadowmaster."
"Okay so lets assume I believe all of this...what exactly are you proposing?"
"Nechronos never once told us to be loyal, he told us to obey, and we do. If you promise to kill him and set us all free I'll deliver information to you that will help you stop him...think of me as a mole. If he finds out though he'll wise up and correct the situation. In which case you'll be screwed."
"If that happens i may have no choice but to kill all of you."
"It's a risk we're willing to take, for her. No matter what though, you make that sonofabitch pay for Moonshadow."
"I'm going to risk this, just this once, I know you're not lying, but if you go back on this agreement of your own free will..."
"I know the consequences."
I release his arm and he walks over to a nearby computer. He taps a few buttons and waves me over.
"Take this."
To my surprise he holds up a data storage chip. Then adds.
"This is a copy of the information I was sent here to get. I was ordered to destroy it when i was done recovering it but he never said I couldn't make a copy for you before i recovered the data. Like I said...We all hate him."
With a wave of my hand the webbing sealing the exits dissipates and he the clone nods.
"Just one last thing Obsidian."
"What's that?"
"You're gonna have to do some damage..or he'll never believe a word i tell him and he'll make me tell him the truth so if you want to this chip you're gonna have to pry it out of my fingers."
The words no sooner escape his mouth when I send him crashing into another wall with a single blow. I take the chip from his unconscious body and check to make sure there's no permanent damage and take my leave. Dissension in the ranks? I'm actually flattered that even a clone of me would still find a way to be as much me as they could. Not sure what'll happen if they all gain their freedom, but I'm pretty sure it's gonna cost me some contracts.
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Obsidian Original Characters 2015/9/6 16:05
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I wasn't comfortable with the dark skin at first, now that I have Moonshadow back in my life, I can live with it. She has made me her Scion, and imbued me with great powers, I can still shadow slide, and I am basically invisible in shadows, once every 24 hours I can know the answer to any one question I ask. I'm also incredibly strong and fast and now I can use shadow magic. Ever been hit by a Darkning bolt? It's literally sucks the life right out of you. Well we spent our first night together in a blurry whirlwind of passion and if there aren't a dozen offspring from the event I'd be stunned. First thing you have to know about gods is that they're very...fertile...though childbirth for deities can take nearly an form, in her case I try not to think that her divine form is a freaking half spider. We crashed at her father's place, which is so vast I can park the Lillun inside and lose it. Her Fathers place is a epic sized star ship 480 million miles wide by 24 million miles long and just as tall. I'm certain if this thing were to enter a system it would throw off the orbits of several planets. Inside of this massive ship are 3 Earth sized worlds held in place by massive gravity generators. I thought I was stunned by the Black Mantis's power until I was brought here...I never suspected. We're in a mountainous region on one of those worlds, and the view is spectacular, I begin my morning with some sword practice and after a few moments I can feel a pair of eyes staring my up and down like a choice cut of meat. and I smile because I know she's checking out my ass.
"Mmm good morning, my champion."
She throws her arms around men and hugs me from behind, the sweat from my workout is glistening down my chest and my breathing is already heavy, and I'm pretty sure it's turning her on.
"Darling, I'm all sweaty."
She inhales in deeply, and bites down on my shoulder and we're off again.
So after my second workout I call the Lillun, while Moonshadow cooks breakfast. There are really some things about this situation that are just off. Gods cooking breakfast and living in much the same way mortals do? It truly doesn't make sense. In any case Harley answers and I decide there's no time like the present to get the Justiciar thing out of the way.
Harley, I need you to contact Sathari prime and set up a meeting with you, me and Analaeus...
"Okay..." he says puzzled, "As soon as you tell me who the fuck you are."
Harley was never brought up to speed on my recent color adjustment.
"He He, sorry Harley it's me Mic' Aehl, I had a little mishap with the whole God of intrigue thing and this happened. of course Moonshadow is now back among the living and a second after i reverted back she redid this. Looks like I'm a dark elf from now on. That's part of what I wanted to meet with Analaeus, I can't continue as High Justiciar and I'm going to recommend that he appoint you, if you want the job?"
He looks bewildered at the onslaught of information and then asks
"Why are you stepping down?"
Here comes the part that I dread, because there's gonna be jokes. Looooooooots of jokes.
"Moonshadow has made me her Scion."
"Is that another word for..."
"Don't say it dude. You can think it bro but doooon't say it."
"So does this mean that you work for Him now too?"
"No but I live in his house hahaha."
"Okay bro, I'll set it up, in the meantime our comms are getting blown up by the clan asking about the wedding."
"Bah, I forgot all about that. Alright I'll com aboard and we'll set this up."
"How about a double wedding dear?" Moonshaow chimes in.
I'm only vaguely aware of the stupid look on my face as Harley bursts out laughing.
"Darling was that a bit too soon? Would you like more time to think about it?"
"No uh-I-um I've never been on the receiving end of a proposal before I'm just a little surprised is all. Can you marry your Scion?"
"As my Scion you have do as you're Mistress bids."
"Hmm as you wish my mistress, a double wedding it shall be."
I'm not sure about this but I do love her, and I know she loves me...so I guess we're in for a penny, in for a pound. Still I'm happy...now who do we get to perform the ceremony? |
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| The Package
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/11/29 12:25
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Steam rises from the hot floor as Shenara makes her way to the rendezvous point. The job was as easy as it the man in black had told her it would be...the passcodes were all up to date, and the package was right where it was supposed to be. Not one alarm tripped, easy in easy out. The golden container was heavy but in her magical pouch it weight nothing. The medallion he had given her kept her presence concealed and the ring she wore made her invisible to just about all kinds of technology. She couldn't help but feel a constant sense of dread, and maybe even just a tad bit of terror. Something about this job was all wrong and she couldn't wait for it to be finished. The man in black had offered an ungodly amount of credits and she just couldn't pass this job up. It was the score of a lifetime and she was going against her instincts but this kind of opportunity comes along only once. The risks didn't matter she was tired of scrounging from job to job trying to peddle the exquisite pieces of art she could get her hands on. The risks had never been worth the reward. But this score, this score was different. She wouldn't have to fence the goods, the client was paying and his credits were clean. As she entered the factory floor the coming from the molten metal below made it unbearably hot. But the client said something about avoiding thermal scans. Her gut feeling was that this may be a setup so she came armed, so a long range machine pistol was at her side. A weapon purchased with the down payment for this job ironically...Her hand squeezed the grip of the cold metal and her finger rested gently on the trigger.
"Nervous?"
The voice seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
"A little" she answered back
"This job has put me a bit on edge and to be honest I just wanna conclude our business and be on my way."
"Let's see the package."
Shenara carefully removed the large golden orb-shaped container from her magical pouch and set it on the ground before the black clad figure.
"Perfect" the man chuckled "...simply perfect. here you go. You're every bit as good as my sources said you were...keep the magic items, and as here's fifty million credits"
Shanara couldn't believe what she heard, the payment was five times what they negotiated.
"We only agreed to ten, what gives?"
"Hahahaha, I'm feeling generous and besides, with this I have something worth much more than simple money.'
The man in black reaches down and lifts a nearby grate exposing the liquid metal underneath. The scary part is the ease at which he removes a grate that must weigh several hundred pounds yet in his hands looks like it weighs but a few ounces. he then simply kicks the container into the white hot liquid below.
"What did you do that for?"
Shanara exclaimed in disbelief. The degree of risk was astronomical. The man's actions made no sense.
"My dear, I don't need the contents of the package and I have no intention of opening it but I simply needed you to relieve the previous owner of it."
"heh you guys have some kinda beef? Yeah I get it now, you just wanted to take something he enjoyed a bit of revenge. I can dig that."
"Ah small minds and limited comprehension, That's what I love about mortals. No dear it was nothing so petty, it was just a spark to light a flame.
Shanara had no idea what he meant bu his tone and the fact that he had called her "Mortal" was enough of a Que to get the hell out before thjings got weird, but there was one lingering question she couldn't resist.
"Say, how did you know that wasn't a fake? I had more than enough credits to get one. Not that I'd do ANYTHING that stupid."
"Please child, I know Infinitium, and there's no way you could get your hands on enough to pull that off."
"Infna-what?"
"Exactly my dear, it's been a pleasure, don't let the door hit you on the way out."
This job just gets weirder and weirder still Fifty million? She was set for life! Now to get as far away from this mudball planet as that kind of money can get her. Thank the gods this job is over and the best part: There's nobody looking for her or that stupid sphere. The down side she could never tell anyone about the score of a lifetime.
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| Species Equinos
Obsidian Original Characters 2015/9/27 17:54
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| The Equinos people are a proud and noble race of Demi-Humanoids with the head and hooves of a horse with giant feathered wings. They believe that their species is divinely chosen to serve the gods of light and to further the causes of said gods. To attest to this all of their warriors are paladins, and all of their spell casters are priests, the many gods of light are represented on their planet and one can always find food, shelter, and healing on their world. Their technology is the match for any in the five galaxies. Their warships are easily a match for anything found anywhere and while elegant in appearance are deadly in function. Equinos, when encountered off world are typically on crusade, or are on pilgrimage to earn a name for themselves and demonstrate their worth. Pilgrimages only end when the Equinos has performed a heroic task worthy of note, such as saving a large population, recovering some significant relic, or defeating some great evil. Many Equinos remain on pilgrimage for years sometimes decades, with a life span that rivals the Luminesti some have been on pilgrimage for centuries. Pilgrimages can end whenever the individual chooses and there is no shame and they may even take up another later. However, it is considered a great accomplishment to complete a pilgrimage and the individual is considered a person of high honor. There are of course those that are on Missionary service and may be establishing a monastery in some remote region of the five galaxies. In any case even the weakest among them are considered highly skilled warrior and that includes their spellcasters. |
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| Dungeons and not Dragons
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/2/11 0:17
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After questioning the traitor we discover that the Aliens that have been attacking us may not necessarily be doing it for sinister purposes. We've gotten the temporal coordinates for a temple of sorts and have infiltrated the place and are making our way through to the inner most reaches. As one might suspect the place is loaded with traps, as I assumed it would be. The whole scenario is playing out like some sort of bad movie. everything is so cliche. Panterra and Shadawar along with Obsidian Psi-Mage are close '
behind. As we make our way I can't help but notice the how ancient the whole place seems. My scan set it at millions of years and some of it is crumbling. The walls are covered in ancient hieroglyphs which my computer is trying to decipher with no success. There's some magic at work here but it's carefully hidden. We can detect is presence but not what type or purpose. Panterra begins sniffing...literally, as though he has caught a scent.
"Stop" he says cautiously "I've picked up an unfamiliar scent, very fresh."
"Which way?"
"Ahead and then around the first corner."
"You have point then."
As Panterra moves to the front of our party the Psi-Mage speaks up.
"Are you certain that is a good idea? He's not one of us."
"I know and that's what I'm counting on. Speaking of which, how come none of you guys brought your friends along? Seems like a logical move."
"This was thought to be best handled by only the Obsidian's. Our friends have no knowledge of these events."
"You kept it a secret? Are you guys all riding the short bus? What did you think you were protecting them from? Nothing good comes from keeping things from your friends simply because you think they wouldn't understand, or because you're trying to protect them. I don't do anything alone, as you'll soon see."
As we turn the corner the place opens up into row upon row of pillars with what appears to be an altar in the center. Stealthily we make our way to the center and spread out to make a more difficult target. A lone figure stands in the center and what at first appeared to be a simple altar can now be seen clearly for the command console that it is. The alien operating it doesn't seem to notice us as we get closer and closer. Then suddenly without warning he raises his hand and The Psi-Mage is gone, vaporized in a flash of blue-white light along with the pillar he was hiding behind. The little bastard's victory is short lived as a red shuriken impales his hand. A split second later it explodes removing said hand and sending the creature flying. Before it can recover it's lifted high into the air and dangles their unable to move thanks to Shadawar's Psionics. I draw my pistol and tell the red skinned being
"I'm not sure if you know how this works but I promise you two things: You're gonna answer my questions, and It's gonna hurt each time you don't."
Then he starts laughing, and it doesn't take long to figure out why. In his good hand is a detonator. I scan the place frantically searching for explosives and find plenty. The whole place is rigged to blow The thing speaks but my on board translators can't decipher itBut I know what he's saying...and before he can make good on it a voice comes over my comms.
"Don't sweat pal, I got this one."
The room lights up for just a split second and I know what just happened. I lift my faceplate and look right at the alien and say boldly.
"Go for it!"
He smiles smugly and depresses the button...but nothing happens. He looks puzzled and presses the button over and over and over Still nothing. From the shadows a voice, the same voice from my comms, says.
"The thing about detonators is, they don't work without these..."
Stepping from the shadows Thunderbolt hold up a couple of tiny fusion batteries which only a split second ago, were in the detonator the alien was holding.
"Like I said, Questions, Hurt...now let's get started."
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Obsidian Sci-fi 2015/7/12 20:11
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I was going over some of my images and I came across Conan...my Conan and I decided I hadn't done the character justice so I went back to the drawing board as it were. I liked the costume but it need a cosmetic material changes, and Conan himself got a complete makeover veins included. His weapons i went a bit more archaic with...not too shabby if you don't mind me patting myself on the back.
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| Ferusi's Finest
Obsidian Original Characters 2013/11/11 13:11
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| In a novel I am still working on the antagonists are the people and leader of the planet Ferusi. This image is a simple glimpse at their soldiers...at least the heavy troops....and a hovertank. |
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| On the hunt
Obsidian Original Characters 2015/7/25 8:59
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| My next lead takes me to a factory on a remote system on the edge of the Hadean galactic rim. The troops there are well armed and armored. They never see me coming, and it's a slaughter...I know I'm supposed to be a "Hero" but today I'm on a missions from my clan and they require an assassin...Sorry Sarah, but I told you I wasn't a hero and beside I have a lot of history with the Hadeans and lost a lot of friends to them in combat. After the War their government was in shambles and several splinter groups appeared withing their system that rule independent sectors. This one is in bed with Razor's boss Nechronos. After accessing their computers it's confirmed, several billion credits along with arms and equipment were shipped here. The question is though, shipped from where? I get a line on the source, good thing for me they keep records, but it's probably a front, no matter Ray will get to the heart of it. I signal the Lillun and meet at the designated rendezvous coordinates. Razor may have escaped but as long as I live he won't be able to stop running and there is nowhere he can hide from me. |
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| Emperor Analaeus Sathari
Obsidian Original Characters 2018/5/18 4:19
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| Some of my Die Hard fans may remember "Anihilus the Traitor" also known as Prince Analaeus Sathari...after the events in "Rise of the Anti-Scion" (sorry it's just a novel no really cool pages some pics though) he became emperor and I played hell deciding what he looked like under his Darth Vader-ish armor...well this is the final rendition of him, white colors and all. For those who do NOT know Analaeus is a Psi-Mage which is essentially a Jedi that can can throw fireballs...Their powers are derived from both Magic and Psionics. Their ONLY weapon is the Psi-Blade which is as unique as each mage's tastes. Psi- Mages can manipulate others, use destruction magic, and to a lesser extent heal. The more powerful a Psi-Mage the more powerful their Psi-Blade in some rare cases they can cut through armored vehicles and spacecraft....such Mages can utterly decimate normal folk. Analaeus is one such Mage, his spells run the gamut from simple technomancy to hell-spawned fire and brimstone destruction. His heart however, is that of gold, he is a selfless ruler and true friend of the people. He is still a cyborg however, his metal cybernetics have long since been replaced with synthetic versions granting him the full range of his abilities. He rules the empire with a firm but gentle hand and tolerates no evil. Think of him as a combination of King Arthur and Merlin He is also one of Obsidian's best friends. Obsidian still remains close to Analaeus though they don't travel in the same circles, and Obsidian is still bound to the Empire through him. |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2014/8/28 19:05
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| Jennifer Brooks was supposed to be one of a set of triplets, when a energy-matter transporter accident interacted with her Genetic Aberration as an instinctive fail safe the three fetuses merged into one. This fact was unknown to doctors who were dumbfounded. All of the experts consulted said that the missing two fetuses were simply gone...they were mistaken. Later it was believed that Jennifer suffered from schizophrenia, and when examined by doctors at the young age of 13 it was discovered that her brainwaves were erratic, not because she was mentally ill but because she had 3 separate minds intertwined into one. The merged minds of the three form a fourth separate being, this is Jennifer. Jennifer has no extraordinary powers skills or abilities. When separate the three personalities are known as (Mystria, Whylma, and Amethyst) each with it's own powers and skills and all aware of the other. It wasn't until the day of her prom when her date tried to "Go too far" that she learned the three personalities could personify and materialize into three separate beings. Artemis ( Whylma) the Warrior, Vex (Mystria) The Mage and Korona (Amethyst) The Psionic, unfortunately for the young boy he met primarily with Artemis who beat him almost to death. Each one of the personalities has her own mind and her own will ,dreams, and desires, and each one represents an aspect of Jennifer's own personality as well. So what keeps them together? If they should move farther than a mile from each other they will each grow weak, the extent of this weakness is suspected to go so far as death but this is not known and they refuse to test it for obvious reasons. They also cannot remain separated for longer than 48 hours without the same sickness which will again affect all of them. Jennifer herself is quite weak and so to protect her the three girls employed the services of a combat drone. Pretty, pink, cute, and armed to the teeth Malibu Bambi (aka the A-46 combat drone) has an advance self aware AI who looks after Jennifer like a kid sister...and boys beware she is very suspicious of men. Unless necessary or at Jennifer's behest Bambi will not engage in combat not involving the immediate safety of Jennifer. Bambi's personality matrix is one of the most advanced in operation, despite the fact the she has been obsolete for over a year now having been replaced by the now more popular A-47 combat drone. Together the three girls are known as Triple Threat though few if any are aware of the girls' true nature. |
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| A day off.
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/11/9 9:22
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I have just been told we may not be able to return home, that the vortex that led us here is no longer detectable to our sensors and I have no idea what to do next. I have competent crew working on a solution. I'm standing in my office staring out the window at the planet below...I often find myself doing that. This situation went from exasperating, to desperate. As I contemplate the situation my doorbell chimes:
"Enter."
Shadawar comes walking in, a look of concern on his face, dear heavens don't let it be more bad news.
"Captain, I'd like to speak to you about a personal matter."
"Oh thank the gods."
"What?"
"Honestly, I thought you were coming in here to tell me the power core was overloading or something."
"No heh heh, nothing even close. I just have this crewman who is working himself to death and refuses to take any breaks. I wanted your input on how I should handle it."
"Is he becoming a danger?"
"no but I'm afraid it may be interfering with his performance."
"Well have the The chief medical officer issue a medical for 24 hours R and R. I don't want anyone endangering this mission."
"I already spoke to the doctor and I have the order here."
".......it's for me isn't it?"
"Yup 24 hours R and R. As per YOUR orders sir."
"You know this isn't a military ship right, and that I don't have to follow those orders?"
"Yeah but I think you're overworking yourself. You've handled every critical aspect of this mission personally and it's been a bit much. You should seriously take a day to sort it all out. I can handle things for a day sir, get some rest...doctor's orders."
"Okay fine, maybe you're right. Just, keep the ship in one piece will ya?"
I turn the reigns over to my very astute first officer and head to my quarters where...five women are apparently waiting for me. I really hadn't been looking forward to dealing with this. The second I walk through the door I am assailed by women catering to my every need. Aini removes my helmet, and she's apparently been telling the others how to remove my armor as they disassemble it like pro's. I'm tired so I don't protest as they lead me to a hot steaming bath. I receive pampering the likes of which I have never known before. My mind becomes awash as these five ladies treat me like a king. They can cook their butts off and make a meal I won't forget any time soon. I discover the sister's names are Iote, Ninniach, and Vanim. There are many customs among her people that are strictly between husband and wife and they each take turns observing them. Aini of course is eager to help and any trepidation I felt before is washed away in a haze of delight. What's the old saying? "In for a penny, in for a pound?" I'm never gonna be good with this but maybe I can make it work. The next morning the Ai is waiting for me at the foot of my bed on her knees and I nearly lose it.
"Aini!!!!" I shout.
Aini rushes into the room, and immediately identifies the problem.
"N'uma amin arwen, lle uma il- kawa n'ala lle verno'. ro irma ten' lle a' be ho companion il- ho mool. ikotane duna, ro naa sai- lovien. lle coia yassen lye ar' sina lye men, saesa Soora lye customs."
(No my lady, you do not bow before your husband. he desires for you to be his companion not his servant. So rise, he is very loving. You live with us and this our way, please follow our customs)
Ai nods and I help her to her feet. She looks away, and all I can do is sigh. I lift her chin so that I'm staring in her ice blue eyes. I kiss her gently on the lips and she smiles. I feel warm and fuzzy and Aini is positively beaming. I can't look at this as a mistake anymore, I have to own this. I wanted peace with their people and this was part of the price for that peace. These women didn't ask for this but they accepted it. As for as Ai knows I am a demon just like Aini, or possibly worse. I have to do right by them and honor this arrangement in good faith. The ladies are a a team and a seamless one at that, they work effortlessly in the kitchen together. I call Aini over to me, she's gonna be my go to girl for managing this household, and as she approaches Ai speaks up.
"Aini, amin naa yeste' verne', whatever amin verno' quena, naa ten' amin ears. stay manke lle naa. verno', lle melar Lotesse sinta sut things moota sinome, nan' quel verno', ta naa amin yamen' san- acre en' lye eska. saesa quena a' amin."
(Aini, I am first wife, whatever my husband speaks, is for my ears. Stay where you are. Husband, your lover may know how things work here, but good husband, it is my place to take acre of our home. Please speak to me.)
I raise my hand towards Aini, and nod. With a look of concern she backs down.
"ai, lle quena sanya, Amin hiraetha. saesa nyara aini cael- ilye maa (exclamation)' lle report a' i' medical room ten' y' universal translator mauya. ta will halani lle rangw- i' dirthen lye ilye quena n'uma matter sut n'ataya ron naa."
(Ai you speak the truth. I apologize. please tell Aini to have each of you report to the medical room for a universal translator implant. it will help you to understand the languages we each speak no matter how different they are.)
Ai looks at her sisters and Aini and they leave for the Medbay. They each kiss me goodbye in turn and head out. I smile and think how I couldn't find one love and now apparently I have 5 and to my disbelief it's not a competition and nobody is accusing me of cheating. As I look around my quarters I realize that they are too small to accommodate six people and make a call to Sabrina.
"Engineering, this is the captain."
"Aye sir?" Sabrina chimes back immediately
"As soon as its convenient I am going to need to see you in my quarters."
"Only so long as you're not planning to add me to your harem sir."
Smartass,.
"Ha...ha...ha." I say wryly "You're close but not quite. I need to expand my quarters to accommodate my wives. As soon as you have time I need you up here to extend my living quarters if possible."
"okay captain, as soon as I'm able."
Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
The next thing I do is turn on my video equipment and watch and old tv show...I think I'm going to enjoy my day off...maybe even...make a sandwich and have a beer. Yeah. |
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| Bastet
Obsidian Sci-fi 2016/5/16 5:28
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| Every good ship needs a captain and the Sphinx is no different. Bastet however is no mere captain or commander. Bastet is a goddess, and the Egyptian god unlike other gods, have no avatars and appear in their immortal flesh. Bastet is a goddess of War, and a protector of the Egyptian territories which are not members of the IGFW. As divine beings mortal weapons and magic and even many superpowers, have no effect on them whatsoever. However, if someone should find a way to kill these powerful beings then these particular gods would be destroyed permanently since killing any god in it's native realm results in permanent death. This tends to make the Egyptian gods less tolerant of rebellions and uprisings and mortals in general. Though a few are incredibly arrogant, and what one might call "ignorant" of what mortals in the 44th century are capable of. Anubis was one such example and he paid with his life...his divine role is now filled by Chaz, Guardian of the realm of the dead and Guide of souls. A position Chaz is none too happy with but performs dutifully. |
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| Vocation Technomancer
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/7/14 19:49
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| Technomancers are the epitome of magic and technology combining the best of both worlds into one. Their weapons, equipment and various devices are some of the most sought after in the universe. There is a downside however, in that they are despised by Mega-corporations everywhere. Technomancer devices do not as a rule need to be recharged and often have few or no moving parts to break down. A technomancer's car for instance cannot lose power or stall it does not have an engine and there is no discernible power supply yet outlets work and the car hovers as a normal one does. Why then would you buy the regular one? Simple: Manufacturers across the five galaxies have made it impossible for Technomancers to manufacture their items in bulk through various legislation. Due to this fact technomancers (like any other mage) sell their wares at a high price since creating their items is an expensive undertaking. Many Technomancers take orders far in reserve and specialize in only one type of item as doing so helps to overcome several legal restrictions. |
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| The Batmaster
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/5/12 20:30
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The Batmaster...not inspired by Batman though it is understandable how one could draw that conclusion, but rather from the show "Hey Arthur" which featured a scary character they called the Batmaster. I stole the name and revamped the character as a hero. Batmaster is a Vampire who has what vampires call "Day Walker Syndrome". This is a fancy way of saying that he has never tasted adrenaline which is known to be highly addictive to vampires. The need for adrenaline is why vampires frighten their victims before feasting on their blood and is why vampires are so cruel there is no known cure for this additiction and it's hold is very nearly unbreakable.
Batmaster while still requiring blood to survive, only takes blood from willing victims, under the pretense of medical research. Multi-Billionaire Erik Vladamirov has lived for hundreds of years and seen many marvels from the invention of electricity to FTL travel through it all he has maintained his cover. Even when Vampires were unmasked before mankind he still managed to keep his terrible secret. During the millennium wars he felt compelled to help his galaxy combat the Sathari empire in the guise of the Batmaster which awakened in him an adventurous heroic spirit he never knew existed. Now disguised as the crime fighter Batmaster he prowls the night hunting Vampires and other threats to makind with his allies "The Scions of Justice". |
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| SS Lillun with Crew
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/9/11 8:39
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| The Lillun's bridge with all hands aboard. Armada clones man several stations and make up the majority of the ship's personnel, While Cobalt (Left), Obsidian (center), Cheetah (Right), and Crimson (Far right) man their respective posts. The SS Lillun is a privately owned vessel and one of the most advanced (and magically enchanted) within the 5 galaxies. The ship currently serves the interests of the now benevolent Sathari Empire with Obsidian as High Justiciar, and his friends each serving as Chancellors. They're second only to the emperor himself positions awarded by the Emperor for freeing his people and demonstrating their leadership abilities and courage for an empire that was not their own. |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2014/4/3 23:41
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| the Zero men are not simple blood thirsty mercs who kill anything that pays their bills, they are often hired for search and rescue, retrieval, and escort missions as well. They are famous for transporting cargo safely across vast distances safely. Hiring themselves out in a multitude of different capacities has proven quite lucrative, and many governments have sought their services dues to their reputation of getting the job done effeciantly and at a reasonable price. |
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Obsidian Fantasy 2014/8/20 18:57
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| An homage to my long time hero Farnk Frazetta who created some truly epic images. Thanks Frank wherever you are, you passed to early. Thanks for Conan, and thanks for Fire and Ice and the great images in D&D. I hope this image does justice to your legacy. This image is free to download to any and all who wish to use for Wallpapers ONLY as the rights to Death Dealer are owned by Frank's heirs. |
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| Obsidian to the rescue 2
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/7/21 0:22
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| Obsidian attempting to rescue his client Jedra arrives at the location where she is being kept. a 200 feet below traffic bustles in the city of Kagonas where the citizens are blissfully unaware of what is transpiring. |
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| Intermission
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/2/7 17:46
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I take the Wraith to visit an old friend on a distant colony in the outer Traverse in the MIlky Way and I'm hoping to have a nice visit. I hop out of the cockpit and cross the gangway and right there, next to the doorway what do I see? I giant blue police box...I know who that is and all I can think is Dear gods not him. Smug self righteous son of a...Why here why now? The last time we met all had to say was a bunch of condescending remarks about how I am a soldier and how my first thought is to kill what I don't understand...Galifreyans think they know everything. Nevermind that he's singlehandedly responsible for killing more living beings than I have in 300 years. Besides, he can't even claim moral high ground...Elves are the first race, the elders of the universe. Time Lords bah, meddling around with time and space, it was them who got everyone sucked into the Time wars with the Daleks...nobody every mentions that we were there too. Time lords think themselves near immortal, long lived is not the same as immortal. But I digress, I know if he's here then trouble isn't far behind.
"Well," I mutter switching the ammo in my pistols to lethal rounds, "I never killed anyone who didn't tryo kill me first and I'm quite certain the good Doctor is gonna find something that's gonna try to kill me."
It doesn't take long before I see his companion, always a mortal Solaran, and female most of the time. This one is cute too. Short little brunette with a cute face and big brown eyes. The doctor himself could've changed faces by now but I'd recognize either his senility or arrogance anywhere. However, I'm just gonna scan for dual heartbeats or that blasted sonic device he carries. Sound I mean seriously who uses sonics like that? Neural linked yet? I hope it's Daleks, god I love putting holes in their metal asses...they always seem so surprised every time I do it, like they cornered the market on deflection shielding and energy weapon....Exterminate exterminate!!! Ugh they're always yelling with those synthetic voices of theirs. Ooh I just had a thought, CYbermen...I love shooting those guys too. Not as Badass as say the Borg but same MO, assimilate. Godslayer in hand I keep the blade retracted and ghost the Doctor's Companion, she'll lead me right to him. I'll let you know how this turns out. Shh be vewy vewy quiet I hunting Doctow's huhuhuhuhuhuhuuuuuuuuh...sorry. |
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Obsidian TV and Movies 2015/11/30 5:56
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| I saw a piece of art that made me want to one up the artist (petty I know but I get that way sometimes.) I noticed while recreating this scene that in the movie the falcon has not 3 but 5 sets of landing gear...kinda took some of the fun out being so damned accurate with the image. Oh well it's as close as I'm gonna get. Enjoy fanboys/girls |
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| F--king Ice
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/1/16 22:27
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Okay on this one I learned something new, I learned how to make realistic looking ice cubes. Sounds trivial you say? Friggin try it. I had to scour my maps to find just the right transparency map to make convincing ice, then I had to set the gloss, the ambient and the refraction (don't get me started on the refraction). It took nearly every trick and skill in my repertoire just to make some really nice ice cubes.
As for the pic...it's how Obsidian Mask winds down after nearly being blown to bits on a regular basis (he might have problems later on.) As for me I'm a Vodka guy, I like mine with sweet lemonade (you get hammered really fast though cuz it's like candy). |
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| Inside the Sable
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/10/14 12:31
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I have dropped the Lillun back off to Harley and of course thanked him for loaning it to me so I could pick up my new ship. I have named her the SS Sable and while were safe in Sathari space I'll have her refitted. I have asked Harley to loan me some of the crew from the Lillun temporarily while I hunt down a new crew of my own and along with all I'm doing for the ship he obliges with a smile. It's good to have life long friends. The layout of the Sable's bridge is going to take some getting used to but it's not too drastically different from the Lillun or the Runt. I can't wait to get moved in to my new quarters and get a new FTL drive put in her, I coordinate everything with Harley's people and Find that the Emperor himself has assigned me a full time Psi-Mage as my personal guard along with a small compliment of troopers which he says is customary for anyone leaving a high ranking position in the empire. So I have some muscle on the trip. The Psi-Mage is a Hathhiss By the name of Shrrisa and she's one tough looking customer I think I'm going to like her. Once my bags are packed and I've said my farewells I head straight to the Solar system destination: Earth.
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Obsidian Original Characters 2017/3/13 20:39
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In a regal throne room seated upon his throne in quiet contemplation sits the Immortal God-King of the Hadean empire. Cautiously the Grand Vizier enters the room, quietly and nervously for he knows his master will not be pleased with the news he has to deliver. The God-King is not known for his tolerance of bad news...or the deliverer of bad news. Which is, in fact how he became Grand Vizier in the first place. He clears his throat nervously and kneels before steps leading to the massive throne.
"Speak."
The booming voice fills the vast empty room sending a chill down the Vizier's spine, and a wave of fear washes over him despite how many times he has been in his master's presence the fear never quite goes away.
"Your Majesty, I have news from Derimar 7. It seems that your uh specimen, has been liberated."
The fear inside Malik rises as the mighty being rises to his feet and descends down the steps...methodically..and deliberately step by terrifying step, and for a moment Malik fears the worst.
"How did this happen?"
At 12 feet tall the massive visage of Lord Abominous is imposing to say the least. Malik's eyes stay fixed on the floor never once meeting his master's gaze for there were harsh penalties for something even so trivial as that. Penalties such as having one's eyes removed...without the benefit of anesthesia.
"The ones known as The Scions of Justice attacked the facility and our forces were overwhelmed."
"OVERWHELMED?"
Abominous roars. Malik tries hard to conceal the shivering from his fear while bracing himself for certain doom.
"There were 800 troops stationed at that facility and you're telling me that they were overwhelmed by a paltry few Heroes?"
Abominous gestures for the Vizier to rise. from the corner of his eye Malik takes note and quickly moves to his master's side and the two walk together. Nervously Malik replies.
"The infinity-man was with them, our troops were no match for his power."
"Bah, I knew he would become a thorn in my side. What is the status on the weapon?"
"The Scions have a powerful psychic among their number, it is safe to assume he will make a full recovery sire."
"So be it. Initiate phase two, and Malik..."
"Yes Lord Abominous?"
"Do not fail me again, or it's the pit, understood?"
"I-I swear I will not fail you my lord."
With a smile that frightens Malik to his very core his master says...
"See that you don't, and one more thing...summon my royal guard I have a mission for them. The Scions of Justice have interfered with my plans for the last time."
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Obsidian Fantasy 2014/11/9 11:27
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Sprites are tiny humanoid creatures that have insect-like wings and antenna. They possess magical abilities and are known for their love of practical jokes.They can turn invisible at will and have the ability to cast "Phantom noise" as often as they like. They live in large communities in dense forests where few creatures can venture although it is important to note that when their habitats are destroyed they can and do dwell in modern societies. They are often mistaken for Faeries however, Faeries are half the size of a Sprite and have gossamer wings and calling a Sprite a Faerie is to Sprites, a great insult. Sprites have a non-winged cousin called a Pixie who are otherwise identical in every way. Sprites can fly at speeds up to 25 mph or in short bursts (5 feet or less) of up to 75 mph. Sprites speak the dominant language of whatever world they live on, they use only the most primitive of technologies as they have no forging skills and few technologies are micronized enough for them to use effectively. On the planet D'Enebrius 6 the Sprites there are well equipped to that of the intergalactic standard and have miniature star-ships that are far more powerful then their full sized counterparts. No ship entering into their territory has survived any battle with their tiny fleet and nothing else is know about them as they are extreme Xenophobes.
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