Galaxmos [Solo]
Mar 5, 2020 20:57:42 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2020 20:57:42 GMT
Digimon Name: Galaxmos
Default Form: Highest avaliable
Gender: Male
Alignment: Critic
Accent: French
Text Color: Outrageous
Skills/Talents:
Accountant: To know ones range of monetary consumption is a must. Every spent bit is a bit out of your reach; every bit you have within your control is another person that you could live with or without. Numbers darling are the thing that make the high table move… not sob stories or the gifted speeches many have.
Designer: Tailoring and designing go hand in hand! Of course there’s nuances for this but honestly other than tailoring I can design a great many things. Ranging from buildings to personal weaponry… if you must be so crude that is. My talents are wasted in such an endevour but… Bits are bits!
Tailor: Tut tut… Crafting clothing, fitting it to the luxurious forms that everyone is capable of… Is so immensely empowering that I can’t even describe it. Through practice and natural talent for the stuff I design clothes that only the gods themselves seem fit to wear. Count yourself lucky darling that I extend my gifts to you!
Inventory: My inventory changes from time to time, but it’s mostly things that would go well with my work. Anything extra would be for the help I hire to carry for me. No real reason to dirty my hands with filthy things...
Personality:
Self centered: Ah… Yes. Everyone knows to reach such a lofty height they must be full of themselves! To talk about themselves, everything about oneself. It’s all about me really, from my mansion to the many busts or paintings of myself… Even my craft has the flair about it that not many can match! Perfection. In its finest form...
Fanatic: Once started I cannot stop. It’s simple as that darling, There’s nothing that will stop me from completing my work. Not my own rest, not my own health. Nothing. Nothing means more than the craft I have taken up. Well… save for… one thing.
Prideful: My work is perfection darling. Every. Single. Work. From the start to the finish of my glorious career in the high table of terminus. While I may not sit on the council itself they no doubt listen to the word of one such as I. Talent. Incarnate. A skilled proctor of the Godlike communal that is the Guild of Tailoring.
Perfectionist: Every line. Every inch. Every single thing must be perfect. The arch of your back into your clothing. The grip of the gloves to your hands. The breath that rolls out of your mouth onto the glistening fabric that yours truly has created. From my designs to my actual craft… Everything. Must. Be. Perfect. There is nothing greater than an accomplishment such as perfection. I will have it. One way or another.
Loyal: Fanaticism to ones work is… something I admit I have. But the lives of those below me that have sworn themselves to my service… They deserve just as much as I have. From top. To bottom. I will never allow individuals underneath me to suffer in such a way that the lower dregs of terminus must endure. They will live with me. In my mansion. Serving the high table through me. Their lives mean the world to me and I will not have them ruined by the fools below.
Personal History:
Ah.
Yes.
The start of everything. The story everyone wants to hear. Where did you come from Galaxmos?
Well that’s an easy one. I was born in the lofts of terminus; high above the clouds and far far far away from the village of beginnings. It is strange yes but… my parents didn’t want me to breathe the same air or even walk the same path as any around us. They wished me to start near where they ended up. Where they had to work for.
Mmm… They succeded in that endevour and for that I am eternally grateful. I have seen the filth and the struggle of those below and… Suffice to say it is beneath me to suffer in such a place as they do. The struggles day to day, the harsh reality of the world below… I need not notice it.
That was what I was taught. That everything is below us. But… I don’t quite agree with that. I think that it’s a wonderful world. A place I can only view through the glass of my… Mansion. My… prison of status and wealth. Your freedom and your lives… they are yours to grow and wield. From the start I was expected to be what I am now. It was not an easy task I assure you. To gain this much skill. To understand so much so quickly.
My parents were harsh in their lessons. My punishment for failure was vast as the sea of blood itself. They harbored no patience for failure and… I understand why they did it but to one so young you would think… Why be so harsh?
It was to prepare me for the cruel reality of the place i was born to. The wealth, the status, the pompus natures of those around us. Their constant babbling and groaning of simple things.
But that pompus… babbling and groaning. The worrying and filthy thoughts they spill forward was nothing compared to the beauty of something that came to us.
A human. Of all things. A human coming to claim me. From my status. From my wealth. From my birthplace.
My parents refused but I was curious. Curious. Curious. Curious. He told me stories of the world below. A place I had never been and never felt like I could go. A place that I could only get to by struggling as much as they did to rise above. We were different. He breathed different air, he told different stories. His… Eyes were crafted in such a way that made my heart yearn for the adventure he had seen.
But my parents did not allow him to take me. I could not go. So our connection eventually severed… But that wasn’t the last I ever saw of him no… In fact he comes to me now. In the dead of night to tell me stories of the land below. The spirits that he found. The places he had been. A place I could never go. I am a god behind glass.
But the glass I cannot break.
The people around me are a prison.
The one freedom I have is this man who comes to tell me the stories of the world. A man… I will never forget.
A man who wields a dragon of Ice and Passion
Rookie
Species: PreFaintWraithmon
Appearance:
Attribute: Vaccine
Family/ies: Virus buster
Type: Holy Orb
Fighting Style: TBD
Abilities: [4 Abilities Max]
Ascend|Flight|Combat Passive: Being able to fly in the digital world is a must. On your own power or others. Galaxmos prefers to use his own ability to keep himself aloft. Powerfuly so. He cannot be knocked out of the air by attacks that are weaker than the last one that he used in his last posting round.
Blood to Iron: This digimon is capable of dealing a harsh amount of damage to a single target within 30 feet with an orb of iron. A solid hit of this ability afflicts the target with leaden weight in their body. Slowing their movement for two posts as their blood finds their iron density increasing by a sizable amount. Two post cooldown.
Schism: Galaxmos draws energy from within him to create a crack in the fabric of space in front of him. This crack lashes out harshly at targets in a 30 foot line. Individuals struck by this attack find their defense lowered by a medium amount. One post duration, Two post cooldown.
Shudder: Galaxmos lets out a powerful screech that damages anyone within a 10 foot radius around him. While it deals a low amount of damage it's meant more to disorientate those around him. Reducing their accuracy by a sizable amount for a post. Two post cooldown.
Digivolves From: N/A
Digivolves To: FaintWraithmon
Champion
Species: FaintWraithmon
Appearance:
Attribute: Vaccine
Family/ies: Virus Buster
Type: Holy Beast
Fighting Style: TBD
Abilities: [6 Abilities Max]
Where gods fear to tread|Combat passive: If an enemy combatant is afflicted with a status effect from Galaxmos his next status has increased potency in that turn by one step [IE: from low to med, med to high and from high to severe].
Cosmic Dust|Combat Passive: If an enemy combatant that is afflicted with a status effect is damaged by galaxmos he heals for 5% of his maximum health once that posting round. It cannot draw or affect multiple targets at once and he can only ever gain 5% healing from this passive a posting round.
Ascend|Flight|Combat Passive: Being able to fly in the digital world is a must. On your own power or others. Galaxmos prefers to use his own ability to keep himself aloft. Powerfuly so. He cannot be knocked out of the air by attacks that are weaker than the last one that he used in his last posting round.
Blood to Iron: This digimon is capable of dealing a harsh amount of damage to a single target within 100 feet with an orb of iron. A solid hit of this ability afflicts the target with leaden weight in their body. Slowing their movement for two posts as their blood finds their iron density increasing by a sizable amount. Two post cooldown.
Burning Sun: This digimon uses it’s mane to lash out at a target, scraping and cutting at their bodies. While the intial damage is low and it’s in a reasonably small cone [30 feet]. The intent is the poison that’s laced in every strand of mane to embed itself deep into the target(s). The damage scales over time, increasing from low, to medium to high on the last post. Lasts three posts, Five post cooldown.
Schism: Galaxmos draws his hands together and creates a crack in the fabric of space in front of him. This crack lashes out harshly at targets in a 120 foot line. Individuals struck by this attack find their defense lowered by a sizeable amount. Can only affect up to three individuals at a time. Three post duration, Three post cooldown.
Ashes to ashes|RAM UPGRADE: Galaxmos tosses out a cloud of ashes around him in a large aoe 200 foot aoe. At the start of his next turn these ashes detonate, dealing harsh damage to anyone caught in them. Individuals damaged by the explosion have their attack power reduced sharply for 2 posts. Three post cooldown.
Breaker|RAM UPGRADE: Galaxmos charges a powerful amount of energy between his hands before firing this a dense beam of energy at a single target. If struck it increases their next attack’s cooldown by one. Two if they are afflicted by a status effect. Five post cooldown.
Digivolves From: PreFaintWraithmon
Default Form: Highest avaliable
Gender: Male
Alignment: Critic
Accent: French
Text Color: Outrageous
Skills/Talents:
Accountant: To know ones range of monetary consumption is a must. Every spent bit is a bit out of your reach; every bit you have within your control is another person that you could live with or without. Numbers darling are the thing that make the high table move… not sob stories or the gifted speeches many have.
Designer: Tailoring and designing go hand in hand! Of course there’s nuances for this but honestly other than tailoring I can design a great many things. Ranging from buildings to personal weaponry… if you must be so crude that is. My talents are wasted in such an endevour but… Bits are bits!
Tailor: Tut tut… Crafting clothing, fitting it to the luxurious forms that everyone is capable of… Is so immensely empowering that I can’t even describe it. Through practice and natural talent for the stuff I design clothes that only the gods themselves seem fit to wear. Count yourself lucky darling that I extend my gifts to you!
Inventory: My inventory changes from time to time, but it’s mostly things that would go well with my work. Anything extra would be for the help I hire to carry for me. No real reason to dirty my hands with filthy things...
Personality:
Self centered: Ah… Yes. Everyone knows to reach such a lofty height they must be full of themselves! To talk about themselves, everything about oneself. It’s all about me really, from my mansion to the many busts or paintings of myself… Even my craft has the flair about it that not many can match! Perfection. In its finest form...
Fanatic: Once started I cannot stop. It’s simple as that darling, There’s nothing that will stop me from completing my work. Not my own rest, not my own health. Nothing. Nothing means more than the craft I have taken up. Well… save for… one thing.
Prideful: My work is perfection darling. Every. Single. Work. From the start to the finish of my glorious career in the high table of terminus. While I may not sit on the council itself they no doubt listen to the word of one such as I. Talent. Incarnate. A skilled proctor of the Godlike communal that is the Guild of Tailoring.
Perfectionist: Every line. Every inch. Every single thing must be perfect. The arch of your back into your clothing. The grip of the gloves to your hands. The breath that rolls out of your mouth onto the glistening fabric that yours truly has created. From my designs to my actual craft… Everything. Must. Be. Perfect. There is nothing greater than an accomplishment such as perfection. I will have it. One way or another.
Loyal: Fanaticism to ones work is… something I admit I have. But the lives of those below me that have sworn themselves to my service… They deserve just as much as I have. From top. To bottom. I will never allow individuals underneath me to suffer in such a way that the lower dregs of terminus must endure. They will live with me. In my mansion. Serving the high table through me. Their lives mean the world to me and I will not have them ruined by the fools below.
Personal History:
Ah.
Yes.
The start of everything. The story everyone wants to hear. Where did you come from Galaxmos?
Well that’s an easy one. I was born in the lofts of terminus; high above the clouds and far far far away from the village of beginnings. It is strange yes but… my parents didn’t want me to breathe the same air or even walk the same path as any around us. They wished me to start near where they ended up. Where they had to work for.
Mmm… They succeded in that endevour and for that I am eternally grateful. I have seen the filth and the struggle of those below and… Suffice to say it is beneath me to suffer in such a place as they do. The struggles day to day, the harsh reality of the world below… I need not notice it.
That was what I was taught. That everything is below us. But… I don’t quite agree with that. I think that it’s a wonderful world. A place I can only view through the glass of my… Mansion. My… prison of status and wealth. Your freedom and your lives… they are yours to grow and wield. From the start I was expected to be what I am now. It was not an easy task I assure you. To gain this much skill. To understand so much so quickly.
My parents were harsh in their lessons. My punishment for failure was vast as the sea of blood itself. They harbored no patience for failure and… I understand why they did it but to one so young you would think… Why be so harsh?
It was to prepare me for the cruel reality of the place i was born to. The wealth, the status, the pompus natures of those around us. Their constant babbling and groaning of simple things.
But that pompus… babbling and groaning. The worrying and filthy thoughts they spill forward was nothing compared to the beauty of something that came to us.
A human. Of all things. A human coming to claim me. From my status. From my wealth. From my birthplace.
My parents refused but I was curious. Curious. Curious. Curious. He told me stories of the world below. A place I had never been and never felt like I could go. A place that I could only get to by struggling as much as they did to rise above. We were different. He breathed different air, he told different stories. His… Eyes were crafted in such a way that made my heart yearn for the adventure he had seen.
But my parents did not allow him to take me. I could not go. So our connection eventually severed… But that wasn’t the last I ever saw of him no… In fact he comes to me now. In the dead of night to tell me stories of the land below. The spirits that he found. The places he had been. A place I could never go. I am a god behind glass.
But the glass I cannot break.
The people around me are a prison.
The one freedom I have is this man who comes to tell me the stories of the world. A man… I will never forget.
A man who wields a dragon of Ice and Passion
DIGIMON'S INITIAL EVOLUTION LINE
Rookie
Species: PreFaintWraithmon
Appearance:
Attribute: Vaccine
Family/ies: Virus buster
Type: Holy Orb
Fighting Style: TBD
Abilities: [4 Abilities Max]
Ascend|Flight|Combat Passive: Being able to fly in the digital world is a must. On your own power or others. Galaxmos prefers to use his own ability to keep himself aloft. Powerfuly so. He cannot be knocked out of the air by attacks that are weaker than the last one that he used in his last posting round.
Blood to Iron: This digimon is capable of dealing a harsh amount of damage to a single target within 30 feet with an orb of iron. A solid hit of this ability afflicts the target with leaden weight in their body. Slowing their movement for two posts as their blood finds their iron density increasing by a sizable amount. Two post cooldown.
Schism: Galaxmos draws energy from within him to create a crack in the fabric of space in front of him. This crack lashes out harshly at targets in a 30 foot line. Individuals struck by this attack find their defense lowered by a medium amount. One post duration, Two post cooldown.
Shudder: Galaxmos lets out a powerful screech that damages anyone within a 10 foot radius around him. While it deals a low amount of damage it's meant more to disorientate those around him. Reducing their accuracy by a sizable amount for a post. Two post cooldown.
Digivolves From: N/A
Digivolves To: FaintWraithmon
Champion
Species: FaintWraithmon
Appearance:
Attribute: Vaccine
Family/ies: Virus Buster
Type: Holy Beast
Fighting Style: TBD
Abilities: [6 Abilities Max]
Where gods fear to tread|Combat passive: If an enemy combatant is afflicted with a status effect from Galaxmos his next status has increased potency in that turn by one step [IE: from low to med, med to high and from high to severe].
Cosmic Dust|Combat Passive: If an enemy combatant that is afflicted with a status effect is damaged by galaxmos he heals for 5% of his maximum health once that posting round. It cannot draw or affect multiple targets at once and he can only ever gain 5% healing from this passive a posting round.
Ascend|Flight|Combat Passive: Being able to fly in the digital world is a must. On your own power or others. Galaxmos prefers to use his own ability to keep himself aloft. Powerfuly so. He cannot be knocked out of the air by attacks that are weaker than the last one that he used in his last posting round.
Blood to Iron: This digimon is capable of dealing a harsh amount of damage to a single target within 100 feet with an orb of iron. A solid hit of this ability afflicts the target with leaden weight in their body. Slowing their movement for two posts as their blood finds their iron density increasing by a sizable amount. Two post cooldown.
Burning Sun: This digimon uses it’s mane to lash out at a target, scraping and cutting at their bodies. While the intial damage is low and it’s in a reasonably small cone [30 feet]. The intent is the poison that’s laced in every strand of mane to embed itself deep into the target(s). The damage scales over time, increasing from low, to medium to high on the last post. Lasts three posts, Five post cooldown.
Schism: Galaxmos draws his hands together and creates a crack in the fabric of space in front of him. This crack lashes out harshly at targets in a 120 foot line. Individuals struck by this attack find their defense lowered by a sizeable amount. Can only affect up to three individuals at a time. Three post duration, Three post cooldown.
Ashes to ashes|RAM UPGRADE: Galaxmos tosses out a cloud of ashes around him in a large aoe 200 foot aoe. At the start of his next turn these ashes detonate, dealing harsh damage to anyone caught in them. Individuals damaged by the explosion have their attack power reduced sharply for 2 posts. Three post cooldown.
Breaker|RAM UPGRADE: Galaxmos charges a powerful amount of energy between his hands before firing this a dense beam of energy at a single target. If struck it increases their next attack’s cooldown by one. Two if they are afflicted by a status effect. Five post cooldown.
Digivolves From: PreFaintWraithmon