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There has been a Titan Battle somewhere On Mobians, and the echos of the powers used in its struggle has been felt all acrost the Multi-Verse. More importantly it has been felt in OUR world.

Rips and Tears have appeared in both the Sonic Universe and OUR Universe, leading between each other, creatures capable of moving back and forth now.

At first, all is well, though the general chaos of Mobians appearing in OUR universe dies down after a couple of weeks. But then the Storms Begin.

Horribly massive storms that wipe away landmarks and cities from the map, from both Sonic Universe and OUR Universe. The Multiverse is unstable because of the rips, and the unstability is causing the two realms to mesh together, what cant fit simply being destroyed. Eventually, both Universes will be destroyed unless something can be done.

Mystics and Ancients everywhere have been searching in the Astral Plane, and have discovered the means of the problem. A creature, or object, in OUR Universe is causing a Feedback problem through the Tears, and is causing the Molecules of both realms to resonate and attempt to join together. Now its up to a group of beings to head into what is know being called the Chaos Realm in the Human area to find this Creature or Object, and destroy it.
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This is designed as a fairly serious game, and I would prefer that any character that is brought in be a Original and not a existing one from the series.

Also, I dont want any really powerful characters. I want low-to mid-power characters to eventually grow in power over what I hope will be a long Rp.

However, for those diehard fans of certain characters, I think I can give some room for it.

Ill have a section right after this for your characters.

I will post all profiles PMed to me here, please PM a profile before you begin role playing. Just send the profile in the template that Strypekiritsu put up on the above post, I will bold out the catagories, add a color if you request etc.
And PM me if you want me to edit anything!
Also, I will be grouping profiles together (By user) so we can find who plays who easier.
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Name: Dash the Cat.
Nicknames: Just Dash. His racing title is "The Electrocutioner".
Age: 17.
Species: Cat.

Abilities/Talents: Dash is a pretty decent Air Boarder, but his main ability is powers of Lightning. Depending on which part of him has the most control, he can use one of three types of lightning.
Mind(Mind Gem)= Claws of Oblivion. A dark blue lightning that is more damaging, but more chaotic then the normal.
Rift(Dash's self)= Wrath of the Rift. Your basic Lightning.
Soul(Spirit Gem)= Sunderfury. It doesn't actually look like lightning at all, the lightning is so controlled, that it comes out as beams of golden light.

Appearance:
Biography: Dash has no memory of his previous life, and is happy for it. From the evidence he has gathered, he was some low life alley cat. For reasons he doesn't know (he assumes he was running from the law) he was out in a field in a forest, during a storm. This is where his memory got cut off.

He awoke in a smoldering black pit, with burnt grass all around him. He assumes he was hit by Lightning, but isn't sure how he survived. The blast gave him two gems, one on his mind and one on his chest. They give him his powers. He Air Boards to get money, and part of him wants to live a normal life, but deep down he feels the desire to go out and do great things to help the world, and fight the many who would see it's end.

Personality: To anyone who didn't know him, he would probably seem kind, friendly, and easy going, if a little paranoid and nervous. But he hides a lot of his personality, which is his hunger for power, his usual tendency to brood over things an unusually long time, and his obsession for Retribution, even when it was never he who was wronged.

Extra Info: The gem on his forehead and the Gem on his chest act like a devil and angel on his shoulders. His Mind gem persuades him to do darker, selfish things, while his Spirit gem compels him to do heroic things. His powers shift depending on which gem has the most influence over him at any given time. Also, he has a crush on Solandria, a cat girl who hangs out with a group of air boarders that Dash often chills with when hes in the city.

Name: Solandria (She hates her full name, and prefers to go by Sol)
Nicknames: Sol, lil' red.
Age: 16.
Species: Cat.
Abilities/Talents: Aside from a natural Charisma and air boarding skills, she has no "Talent". However, She is very intelligent.
Appearance:
Biography: She was born to a pretty poor family in Station Square. She grew fascinated by air boards, but since her older brother was killed in an air boarding accident, her mother forbade her using one. This only increased her fascination, though. She eventually hung out with a group of Air Boarders, who treated her a lot like a little sister.

They taught her how to Air Board, and she got decent at it. She discovered her cunning when her group was planning a robbery. She was the one who came up with the plan they agreed on, and it worked wonderfully. Slowly but surely, she grew to be the ringleader of the group, planning all of their work. They still treat her like a little sister, because she prefers it that way. She has a pretty small ego, and it disguises her position as the groups mastermind very well.

Personality: She has a very small ego, as I said. She also has a problem of low confidence, because she feels untalented. She is very friendly and has a big, if sometimes black, sense of humor. She is fine with some crime, she just sees it as "Causing some mischief".

Extra Info: Leads her "gang" around from city to city, never staying in one spot for long. But they spend by far the most time in either Station Square or Future City, so far.


Name: Flinch.
Nicknames: He prefers to be called Sunder, or his official title "Scourge of the final Sunset"
Age: 21.
Species: Vampire Bat.
Abilities/Talents: Aside from being physically tough and the ability to fly, he uses powers of shadow by wielding a magical weapon, The Mace of Eternal Midnight. He is of average intelligence.
Appearance: (picture in the works) A gigantic black and red bat. He wears spiked and armored boots and gantlets that are a bit too big for him. He has red eyes, and a large array of piercings.
Biography: Flinch grew up in Soleanna with his brother, Twitch. He left Soleanna to escape the police, who were after him for serial killing. Twitch followed him to try and put a stop to his madness. Flinch went to Station Square and began a massive project, a commission by a certain "Ovi Kintobor" (Flinch had no idea who he was, spell the name backwards).

This project was a gigantic doomsday device, with which his commissioner would use for some unknown purpose. Flinch went against the original idea, and decided to keep the blueprints this strange man gave him, and keep the doomsday device. As he was nearing completion of supplies needed for the project, Twitch and his ally Dash began a huge effort to stop Flinch's project.

Flinch eventually convinced Twitch to join forces with him, and Twitch's superior mechanical prowess enabled the project to go much faster, it was mere days until it would be done. Dash got the help of Solandria and her gang and they stormed Flinch's workshop, and put a stop to his plans.

Flinch and Twitch escaped on Twitch's ship, the Apotheosis. And they left to an unknown destination.

A while later, they did experiments dealing with black magic, and got themselves trapped in a shadow world.

They returned months later. In the shadow world, their new home, they were now considered Revered Heroes for some task they did, and now they have been tasked their most important mission yet, by a being who lives in the shadow world, who calls himself "The Dark Mind".

They have been tasked with killing their old rival, Dash the Cat, and taking the Gem on his forehead while smashing the Gem on his chest.

So they are back now, Flinch is armed with his mace and powers of shadow, and Twitch is armed with his Ship and his explosives. They are out to take out Dash, and Twitch is out to kill his personal rival, Solandria.
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Name: Enoz Robotnik
Nicknames: E, Ez, E.R.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Feline Android
Abilities/Talents: Speed, strength and intelligence.
Appearance: He has long dark-blue hair and light-blue fur with forest green eyes and is most often seen in a glorified dark-blue school uniform that's had it's sleeves ripped out of the coat to let his black dress-shirt's sleeves show.
Biography: Hidden into a laboratory on Mobius, he and his younger sister Zone were woken up by someone who leaked over from earth, who very swigftly met his end by Enoz's hands. Now, they search for the cause of this rip and the reason to their existence.
Extra Info: He carries a small jewel that is filled with Chaos Energy - a creation made by their father that he left for them.




Name: Zone Robotnik
Nicknames: Z, Z.R., "cutie pie"
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Feline Android
Abilities/Talents: Speed, Charm, Strength, Intelligence
Appearance: A carbon copy of her older brother, save for her outfit; a pink dress with a transparent light-green blouse over it. She also wears a pink ribbon on her wrists, ankles, tail and ponytail - sometimes she just keeps it down and ties it in, though.
Biography: Though she was created first, her brother was created at an older age then she, so she follows him faithfully when he goes anywhere. She first woke up to find her brother next to a dead human, saying that the guy was "attacking" her. She believed him and then found his Chaos Jewel for him before they left.
Extra Info: She looks like a weakling, but she was created to be able to defend herself; although she really doesn't need it, when she has her brother.


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Name: Midnight Nocturne
Race: Hedgehog
Occupation: Exorcist, Divine Soldier.

History:
Born and raised in the Cult of the Ultimate Purpose, he has known nothing but what the cult wanted him to. Day in and day out, they feed him there doctrines, but a strong willed being like Myst didnt just give into whatever he was told. He always wanted to know why. And he found out.

Dabbling in the Dark Arts to find out what was so horrible, he nearly managed to lose his soul in the Realm Between, a crosswords between the Realm of Life, and the Realm of Death. In this realm, he was forced to fight countless hordes of Nightmares, driven nearly insane by the things he had to do, the places he had to battle through. But get through he did.

Years have passed, and the Cult no longer accepts him. He doesnt accept a Single Purpose, though he knows his. To seek out, and destroy the Darkness. A Divine gunslinger, he has long since lost his fear of the night.

Powers:Nearly perfect accuracy with his Pistols.
There are two kinds of bullets that he uses.

1. Divine Shot: These bullets are made out of a soft material, and have holy water put inside a hollow tip. Complete with a minor explosion of Holy Energy, these attacks are deadly for the Undead. Nearly useless against everything else.

2. Slammer Cartridge: These hulking brutes are generally used as a last resort, and hes only seen with one at a time. Where he gets them is unknown. The cartridges *Shotgun like* are filled with two opposing forces of "Light" and "Dark", seperated by a wall of Neutral Metal. When fired, the Wall breaks, allowing the two forces to Mix, and react violently. Many say that the Slammers are equal to missle explosions. He tends not to use these when other Organics are about due to the Splash Damage.

Seen as Anti-Everything weaponry.

Dexterity and Speed:
Not as fast as Sonic, he is far faster then normal people, enhanced to keep up with that which he hunts.


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Name: Chill
Race: Hedgehog
Gender: Male
--Background--
Chill isnt sure where he came from. His life is a blur, a painfull collection of buzzing thoughts and images that never seem to come together into a coherent form. The first thing he remebers is standing before a cliff, overlooking a ocean as he stared at the rising sun. He had felt cold as the wind went past him. That was the day....that was the day his life begain.

His dreams are haunted by evil things, images and emotions that he is unsure about. Whatever it was he was before, it was evil of the puriest form. He had hurt people....done things to people to get what his master wanted.

And the Master. All he saw was a large black shadow in his dreams. It always overwhelmed his thoughts.

In his hands was a purple emerald, cracked and glowing oddly. He insitnictivly knew that it was a fake, and that its power was mostly gone, but it was important to him somehow.

Turning from the cliff face, he was determined to find out who he was, and who he had been. To correct the things he had done, to make up for his past evil, whatever they where.

And the Shadowed One. He was coming for him. The Darkness couldnt hide from the Wraith that would n** at its heels....

Personality: Somewhat distant, he seems to have a hard time getting used to people, almost as if he was surprised anybody would want to get to know him. Even with those he calls friends he has a hard time relating to him.



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Name: Michael Artemis Cravendall
Nicknames: The Silver Blade, Finality.
Age: 17,589.
Species: True Human.
Abilities: Levitation and Minor Creation. ((He can create random lumps of metal or other materials, roughly the size of soccerballs.))
Talents: Incredibly intelligent, has more in-depth knowledge in technology than practically anyone, can modify armor and weaponry systems in short amounts of time.
Appearance: 6' 3" and a little on the thin side. His hair is jet black, his eyes blood red. He's slightly pale, due to being in his Armor most of the time, and usually has a serious look on his face. His Armor is dull gold in color, almost bronze, and usually has a green visor over his eyes. (That's the standard Armor look. I dun have sketches of Seraphitic Mode.))
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Biography: Michael is the last of his kind, of the True Humans. Long ago, in his Universe, his race engaged the Elder Gods in battle, and nearing victory, forced the Gods to destroy their entire species. He remains living because he was dueling an Elder God in a dimensional bubble, safe from the destruction of his kind. When he emerged and realized he was the last of Humanity, he shrugged it off and became a wanderer, discovering new things and battling against a dark enemy on occasion. Currently he is studying dimensional and Universal travel, trying to see if he can find a place he can call home, where his kind remain alive.
Extra Info: When out of his Armor, a small golden watch appears on his wrist, and a metal circle appears above his left ear. The Watch actually contains his Armor, and upon the pressing of a certain button, makes it reappear on Michael's body. It also has a second function, and is the source of an energy blade, enabling him to battle without his Armor, but not nearly as effectively. The circle is a surgically implanted Visor, which slides over his eyes at a thought. It's not as strong as the one in his Armor, but it gets the job done. His weapons are a pair of energy blades, two plasma cannons, and two small energy guns. The blades are set atop his wrists, the area around his hands can morph into the plasma cannons (think Megaman.), and the energy guns rest atop his shoulder, and are usually used as a diversion. When he uses his power of creation, he is weakened depending on the size and complexity of what he's creating. (He can create raw materials for a bike with ease, but it drains him to create a pre-made bike.)

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Name: Kamiya Kireme
Nicknames: Kamiya
Age: 17
Species: Huam/Odin
Abilities/Talents: Abilities: slicing things using his hands like scalpels, reataching broken things, Turning into full Odin: turning his skin black and turning it white where bone is, like this, also, he gains 5' long black wings. Talents: Medical
Appearance:

Biography: He was born on earth, his fater was from an Alien race called Odins. He is skilled in both Medical and fighting. He isnt proud of being half alien. He only becomes full Odin when fighting or needs to transport himself somewhere.
Extra Info: HE owns a motorbike for traveling at hight speeds.

((For the first time, I will set up sort of a short prologue to Dash))

Dash was wearing tarnished, old clothes, running frantically through the forest, trying to get away from some thugs. They were sent after him to settle a debt he tried to sneak out of paying. He normally wouldn't go out in a storm, but he wasn't normally being chased by people who wanted to hurt him, badly.

Oh man, oh man, I'm really going to get it now...

He came onto a grass field, the three thugs close behind. They caught up to him and stopped him. One held him up by the throat. He was expecting the end to come, but there was a huge flash of light and it was over.


Dash lay in the smoldering black spot, in the center of the charred grass. He sat up and glanced around lazily.

"Huh, I must have dozed off... Wait, where am I... last I remember I was.... wait..."

He stood up and looked around nervously.

"...Who am I!?"
He looked down at himself. Despite waking up in what looked to be like where lightning struck, his clothes were fine. In fact, it was a snow white coat lined with gold. Was he royalty or something? There was also a Gem on his chest, and when he raised an eyebrow he felt something on his forehead. He touched it and felt a second, smaller gem.

He had no idea, who he was, where he was, or what he was. He stood there, not knowing what to do next.

The forest was quite in a particular area. No birds chirping, no insects annoying picnics. Nothing, not even a breeze. The air felt cold and stale, almost like it was from a gravesite. SLowly, ever so slowly that it could be a trick of the eye, a mist came in, rising from the ground to well over human head height. Footsteps could be heard, and then a 'Humhp' Followed by what sounded to be like that of a gun cocking.

Out of the Mist steps Midnight, looking about intently with keen eyes. Grimacing he continues moving on as the Mist receeds about him.

"I hate traveling like that..." His voice was deep and rich, but with a hint of gravel to it. What you would expect from a hunter of darkness. Reaching into a pocket, he pulls out a circular radar device and looks at it.

"Hmmmm....picking up some lifeforms over that way." He starts walking, heading farther into the forest.