The True Introduction - Introduce yourself all over again.

[unique one]

Well I guess it's about time I did this so here goes.

Thirty Years Ago....

Selena, the Guardian Angel of John Imel, notices him crying. He is crying because of a lack of friends, the unintentional abuse of his parents, and being picked on by kids at school. She wanted to give him a permanent and loving friend so she approached God with a proposal.

She proposed that she reveal herself to John and stay with him always as his friend. God saw merit in her plan long before she had ever approached him with this proposal and agreed if she was willing to accept two conditions. The first condition was that she give up half of her Angelic powers to be given to John at a later date. The second condition and probably the hardest for her to accept was that she become only six inches tall.

Selena's chooses to accept the sacrifices because she truly wants to make John happier. Selena after making her choice reveals herself to John and tells him that if he wants she will be his friend forever and stay with him always. John was pleased with this and tells her how happy he is. Immediately Selena glows brightly so brightly that he is forced to look away from her. When he looks back she is now only six inches tall. She then tells him it was her sacrifice for him because she cared for him so much, and that no one in this world other than he could see her.

Selena and John become the best friends and while he still has tough times she is always there to help him through them.

Twenty years later....

God decides that it is time for his plan to enter its next phase and he sends Gabriel one of his top Angels to John and Selena with his proposal. Gabriel makes himself visible to them and immediately Selena bows before him. John not noticing this approaches Gabriel and offers to shake his hand. As they shake hands Selena tells him who's hand he is shaking.

John still awed by what he has learned listens intently as Gabriel passes on God's offer. Basically he is told that God wants him to become Heavens Knight doing what is right in the eyes of God. Of course it is known that he will mess up from time to time as he is human. If John agrees he would then gain the Angelic powers that were taken from Selena and he would start his training. If he chooses not to then Selena would regain her full powers, and he would then be taken to Heaven to stay with her.

He agrees to this plan and is immediately surrounded with the same bright light that he had seen twenty years earlier around Selena. Gabriel then tells John that god has chosen a new name for him and that from now on he would be Unique One to God because no two people are exactly alike in every detail. He then begins his training for his new position as Heavens Knight.

Current times.....

Unique One had learned well his lessons and is prepared to take on his duties. As he finishes his last training session unknown to him a giant Rock comes powering down towards him. Selena however has seen the rock and uses all her power to create a portal which she and Unique One fall through just in the nick of time.

Unique One goes to question Selena about this new place in which he has arrived and learns that she doesn't know where they are before she falls asleep for three days. He travels and explores this new world while she sleeps. He quickly notices that people on this world are able to see her when he checks on her to make sure she is still okay.

Shortly before Selena awakens he comes across a flier announcing the tournaments and thinks that this is where he is to be Heavens Knight. Once she has awaken she quickly explains that she used so much of her energy that she had to rest this long to recharge.

He quickly explains his theory about why they are here, and so Unique One and his Angel Selena enter the world of The Pocket Otaku.

[Bekuki]

This looks fun! !

Name: Bekuki Namida Atamogaokasshii 'Erui (or Bekuki)
Age: About 2,000 years old.
Speicl Trait: Says all "R"'s as "H"'s

~1,899 years ago~
A young girl slowly walked thorugh a destroyed town, humming a soft melody. She was covered from head to toe in blood, and was dragging a bloody scythe behind her on the bloody ground. She looked up at the sky with empty silver eyes. "It's all gone, mama." She smiled happily. "It's all gone now...."

~Morden Day~
"Let's see hehe...ohhh...." She looks around and grins mischivously. "I wondeh if it'll wohk this this time." She rolls her eyes. "Instead of sending me all those tacos...not that that was a bad thing..." She grins and finshes wiring something up to her computer. "Heh...my hoom looks like it's fhom Lain!" She giggles and conncets one last wire, turning on the machine then BAM! She went POOF!

"Ohoooo..." She gets up and looks around. She had landed in the middle of a town. From above her she is prompetly hit on the head with her scythe and a coccunt with a piece of paper on it. Why a coccunt? No one knows. She looked at the paper (after eating the coccunt). "Touhnemnt?" She grins. "Touhnement..."

[Mirai Hogosha]

Mirai Hogosha
a.k.a. D.W.

Mirai-kun was a raver. He enjoyed flashing lights, heavy techno music, and dancing the night away with as many women as possible. After spending his high school years attending every rave possible, he decided to become a successful DJ and a nightclub owner. During college, Mirai started composing his own music and eventually found his way to a DJ booth at a nightclub.

It was open mike that night and Mirai wanted his turn at the tables. As he climbed up to the soundbooth, someone from the second floor dropped a glass of some alcoholic beverage, spilling it all over Mirai and the sound equipment. This caused a chain reaction, sending voltage of immeasureable amounts through Mirai. The sheer intensity of voltage, conducted by the drink, bonded to Mirai's DNA, causing him to not only be composed of matter but electricity.

After the incident, Mirai became ostracized by his family and friends. Eventually being kicked out of college, Mirai fell into a state of depression. Only then did he realize his power to travel through electricity. He retreated to the electrical world, and soon started living inside computer and network systems. By travelling in the Internet, Mirai travelled to places all over the world. Because of the unpredictability of the world, Mirai fashioned two katanas comprised of metal and electricity. Perfecting an improvised two-sword fighting technique along with a form of martial arts, Mirai went to all four corners of the globe in search for answers: What is my purpose? Why was I created?

Year succeeded year, and the only things that intensified were Mirai's frustrations and his questions. Among his travels, he came across a tournament that seemed like no other. He wasn't sure if he would find his answers, but as far as he knew, this tournament was something to not take lightly. So, Mirai donned his survival gear, complete with goggles and armored vest, and headed off to find....

Pocket Otaku

[Enon]

When she opened her eyes, nothing looked familiar but it felt familiar. Nothing was as she expected. This place was not home.
She was found wandering alone near the remains of a destroyed deserted village by an exploring couple. The couple found a woman-child who wore an expression that was a mixture of loss, hurt and confusion and was in the need of serious care and love. Tavia and Bard took their founding home and nursed her back to health. At first they were disturbed by her differences but after a while they accepted them as a part of who she was.
It was not any easy trasition for the trio but they each did their best to become a family despite the difference between them. Each had to find their own level of acceptance and trust the others to understand and meet them the rest of the way. When that level of trust had been reached the couple Tavia and Bard Dekali were granted the gift of their foundling’s name; Enonyla Chayoti but reason even unknown to the girl she only would answer to Enon. Enon came to adore Tavi and Bard but she was haunted in her dreams by her past. She remembers being told to close her eyes and sleep. A voice that was trusted singing a song that created the feeling of comfort and safety. Moments in the song were broken by the sounds of violence and battle. Driven to nights of sleeplessness Enon decided to go in search of her past. She promises Tavi and Bard that she would return to visit them and tell the what she discovered from time to time. Enon asked for permission to take their name as her own, which they both grant willingly.
While traveling Enon began to collect books and is gifted with twin hand scythes called Keket and Zerah. She received the blades as a gift when she comes to the aide of a sick sorceress. The sorceress appreciated the kindness that Enon showed her, which Enon explained was a lesson that she learned from Tavi and Bard’s actions.
After the sorceress and Enon go their separate ways, Enon is overwhelmed by an compulsion to improve her fighting skills. She decided to find a place settle in one place and maybe she will get more information of past. She heard rumors of a place where there were fighting tournaments being held, so she made her way to Miniopia, the home of the Pocket Outaku.

[Silver Adept]

It was an accident... well, sort of.

You see, the experiment worked perfectly, right down to the potential of something going a tiny bit wrong. Where Silver had intended to go isn't as important as how he ended up where he was, in a slightly more technicolor world. The dimensional portal, at the last minute, decided that it didn't really want to send him back to his labs. Instead, he found himself flailing his arms rapidly over over Miniopia. After a (realatively) soft landing, he looked around for a bit and fonud a notice for a tournament. Considering himself a fairly decent fighter, but more so that he could observe the other inhabitants of the world, he struck off in the direction of the tournament center.

During his travels he has come across many of the people living in the city where the tournament is held. He has apprenticed himself to the keeper of the Shelves of Knowledge, both so that he may learn more about the world he has landed in and how he might get back to the laboratories, but also because the Keeper has a past that he wishes to unravel as well. His curiosity is both one of his major flaws and strengths - thus, the other assistant, Excel, is always a source of new material for him to think about.

Silver will want to head back to the laboratories at some point, but not until he has gathered enough information to be able to make a return trip or two.

[Excel Zero]

Excel....

A strange man. One who thinks highly of himself. However this idea may be misplaced. His emotional intelligence is unmatched. He's suave, charming, loving, and loyal. Perhaps it's his IQ that might need a little help. He's a bit clumsy and ungraceful though. Either way he's a great friend and one to look up to...just not if it's a math question.

[Tenshiai]

After Nyoki has been betrayed by the one she fell in love with, she decided to study life in general. She first wanted to understand what motivated her boyfriend to betray her, and what was first a simple hearth break soon became a thirst for knowledge, for revelations. She wanted to know the thinking pattern of everyone so she could get to understand what lies inside their minds that might even be hidden from them to notice. She was putting herself in the others shoes, and analyzed there reactions to the point where she could act like them, predict them. She succeeded against all odds to understand even more then what she originally wanted to find, she found the secrets of balances and understanding. Then, Nyoki started the learning of white magic and self-defence, so that she could be a better exemple of balance. She met BWS-1, who told her about an interesting tournement. Her primary objective: prove the power of the way of balance and understanding.

[Kai]

My history
Part one: Red Tips
I have a hard life. Not a normally hard life and unusually hard life. My father is always drunk and my mother.. Well I'd know more about my mother if she were ever home. I was a rebel... or a fool. They are closely related I think. If the words illegal, you're not old enough, it's dangerous, or you're not supposed to were involved so was I. My friend were all druggies and I lost my innacence young. I was 12, his name was David. When I was 14 I met a boy who would forever change my life. His name was Tyler and he gave me something precious. religion. Now don't think I'm some religious nut. I'm not. I'm just a normal kid struggeling through life. I'm nothing fancy... well i'm a miko but that's not the point. I won't lecture you on what you are doing is wrong, that's all. Anyway, at that time my hair was red. Now I'm shinto. And it's aginest the rules to die or cut your hair... or wear it down. So everyday I wear it up and it gets longer and longer and ow I have red tips.

Part Two:Arm Warmers
Those things on my arms? They are Arm Warmers. I wear them all the time. Why? Well back in the day, before I met Tyler I tried to kill myself many times and I cut myself too. There are criss-cross scare markes all over my arms. Well in Shinto you're not allowed to cut yourself. out of sight out of mind right? So I cover them up and I only take them off when I shower.

[Nacht]

i would like to update Nacht's history/purpose/explanation ^_^


Nacht is a being fom another dimension which is composed completely of dark energy (matter itself is shaped fromdark energy). At some point, all of the people in Nacht's dimension went insane (except for her) and came to Earth to destroy humanity and take the planet for themselves. Nacht, with the help of earthling elementals, destroyed them. Nacht was badly injured and does not remember what happened after she collapsed. She decided to stay on Terra when she came across an enchanting villiage and took a human form for a while. Her goal now is to discover what happened to her people, and why she is the only one who was spared from the insanity....
She is aided by her familiar, Arislen, a Black Unicorn also possessing the Sapphire energy. Arislen serves as a sort of fount, giving Nacht an almost endless supply of energy when she is near.

[Therin]

UPDATE/CORRECTION/OVERRULING/I LIKE THIS VERSION BETTER

Gon was burning. Tongues of flame consumed the Academy which had been home for many years, roared toward the heavens, danced upward as though to lick the stars from the sky. The stars were unimportant. His home was burning. His students, his soldiers, his people were dying, slaughtered before the combined might of the Dreadlords, ten people united in a quest to dominate, to subjigate, to smother the peoples of the world. They would not succeed this night. This night, they would suffer, they would fall, and they would die helplessly, miserably before his pounding, unquenchable fury. His eyes blazed fiery red as he looked over Gon and the collapsing Academy, now dead along with all it represented, and prepared to unleash the hellish fires of wrath upon the unsuspecting armies which milled below.

He knelt, ran his fingers over grass which would soon no longer exist, trying to fix this place, this time and the times which had come before it in his memory, before banishing it all to oblivion. He remembered the time spent learning here as a child, remembered his own anger against the teachers who had forced him to come here. He remembered how easy it had been at first. He remembered his mentor, Magister Kurust, who had taught him all he now knew of killing and war, but who had taught him more than that, who had taught him the reality of such things, and how to enjoy the other parts of life. And who had died protecting the very structure which now burned like a funeral pyre for all things good, who had died protecting the way of life that that burning building represented. And he remembered his classmate, the only boy able to keep up with his developing talents, the only boy who had dissented from the teachings of the school. The boy who now, as a man, lead the ten Dreadlords. This place, its time, its majesty, but most of all, its memories would not be forgotten as long as he lived to speak of them.

He stood again, and looked up at the stars. Even they, glimmering in the unknowable vastness above, would remember what was about to happen tonight. He raised his hands above his head, calling upon powers honed for moments like this one, gathering all six elements together, weaving fire, water, air, earth, light, and shadow together in a tapestry of death which manifested itself as a head-sized sphere of energy, shining and glittering malevolently in the darkness. He finished his weaving, his arranging of ethereal commands, and dropped his hands to his sides, watching as his death machine floated off the cliff overlooking the dead city of Gon, and up into the air, unnoticed high above the heads of the brutes who now looted the city below. He turned, his work done, his vengeance complete, and strode back onto the mossier bits of ground, and into the Eastern Forest.

And right into a trap. Blades whistled through the air from all directions, spinning towards him, glinting in the starlight which intermittently penetrated the forest canopy. Magic flared to life, and every last one suddenly flashed brightly as it was vaporized in mid air. A whirling mace arced overhead, snapping branches and sending twigs and leaves cascading to the forest floor in its wake. It shattered long before it reached its target. Four men rushed out of the darkness, moving on silent silk-clothed feet, sliding swords from their scabbards, preparing to cut down this lone man who stood defiantly before them. He killed them all. Left their blood staining the forest floor a darker shade of black. His eyes searched the trees around him, willing someone else to appear, willing there to have been more than this pitiful squad of miscreants, willing there to be someone else upon whom to release his rage.

Until a knife slid between his shoulder blades. He staggered forward, whipped around to find the wielder who his magic told him wasn't there. A familiar face emerged from the darkness. It was him!

"...You!"
"Me, indeed. Finally, Me, instead of you. And to think. The great Lews Therin, last of the Battle Sorcerers, killed by a knife while he wasn't looking."

As his vision began to fade, Lews Therin did the only thing he could think of to save himself: He cast his mind far and wide, riding upon the wings of his soul, into the astral plane. There, he would await the opportunity to return.

High over the heads of the assembled Dreadlord army, a seemingly miniscule globe of shimmering light suddenly became much, much more. At the time, Gon had not been a port town, as such, just a city that was near the water. It had no harbor, no bay, a single dock for the few fishermen who lived there, and that was all.

Ten years later, the Gon as we know it, sits on the edge of a huge, perfectly circular lagoon. The details of this, I will leave to your imagination, save for one last tidbit: The Dreadlord Army ceased to exist, as did much of the Eastern Forest.

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Damion awoke from a screaming nightmare, only to be greeted by a screaming night. Bloody red light poured in through his second-floor window, and the acrid stench of burning siddenly filled his nostrils. Still trying to shake off the haze of sleepd, and the pounding terror of the nightmare, Damion stumbled in his nightclothes to look out the window.

His town, Mayra, was on fire.

The Inn, across the street from his house, also served as home to its owners, the Nacryn family, most importantly, their daughter Lissa, who was Damion's age, and quite beautiful at eighteen. Flames burst from the top floor windows, so hot that Damion flinched back from his window. Suddenly, the screams slammed home, jarring him into wakefulness. Hastily, he grabbed a shirt, rushing down the stairs as he donned it, searching frantically for his mother, who was frighteningly absent.

"Mom!" He called loudly for her as he dashed headlong into the street, looking both ways, forcing his fogged mind to think, think where she might have gone, where she might be hiding at a time like this. Massive, pounding footsteps jerked him to a halt, footsteps so loud against the dirt road that they could be heard long before they rounded the corner into his street. He whipped around, his dilemma solved by circumstance, and ran top speed the other way. More footsteps from an alleyway before him, and bestial roars from behind signaled that he had been spotted. He backpedalled, and turned into an alleyway he had just passed. Those huge, smashing, shattering footsteps were everywhere now, whatever made those terrifying sounds were roaming the entire town. Where was his mother? He thought, searched his mind for any possibility, and finally found one, but too late. Something huge rounded the corner in front of him. He turned to run back the way he had come, to find another form blocked the way. They were horrifying in their agony, humanoid shaped that had been twisted into bizarre bestiality, a horn protruded from a massive head, a huge, fur-covered, pointed ear suck out sideways from another. Their feet, or sometimes hooves, were encased in massive iron boots, which fell heavily to the ground, creating that agonizing thump whenever they took a step. There were two coming toward him now, one in front, and one behind. He had no weapon. A spiked maul rested easily in the hands of the one before him, and Damion was too frozen with fear to try to see what the one behind him held. The maul rose into the air as the man-beast's pace quickened, making the ground shudder under Damion's feet as the thing charged forward, preparing to smash the eighteen-year-old to a pulp in one fell blow, its eyes gleaming with hunger, bloodlust, and horrible pleasure as its mouth opened to emit a screeching, bone-jarring cry of victory before the maul swooped down and-

And froze. The boy who, temoporarily was no longer Damion Mythral raised his hand to the sky. A jagged bold of lightning lanced downward, blasting the man-thing out of life. The one who had been creeping slowly up behind him was suddenly slammed back against the nearest wall, and sliced evenly into four parts, arm, arm, leg, and leg. Its head was divided in two, and as the boy who was not Damion strode off, unmindful, spinal fluid, blood, and pulped brain flooded the ground at the base of the wall.

In the center of town, a man stood lightly atop the well which served as Mayra's water supply. His eyes were brightly intelligent, and his mouth smiled happily to witness such carnage as he had brought down upon this unsuspecting place. They had paid with their lives for their transgressions. What those transgressions might be, he didn't know, nore did he care. His job was simply to mete out the punishment.

When a young man of around eighteen stepped out from a nearby alleyway, the man took little to no notice, caring only enough to watch as a few of his henchmen ran over to butcher the child. When all six suddenly exploded in a mist of blood, bone, and flesh before his eyes, he began to grow concerned. By then, of course, it was too late.

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When Damion awoke the next morning, or perhaps the morning after, or perhaps five mornings after, he didn't know, he awoke with...an oddity. A strange feeling rested in his head. Had he never experienced a headache before, he would have called it that, but headaches were not uncommon for him, and this most certainly was not a headache. Nor was it even painful, so much as...strange. It felt like a sort of pressure on the inside of his skull, like something inside was trying to get out.

You're adjusting, that feeling will go away in a day or two.

Damion jumped, and looked around. He didn't expect to find anyone though. The voice had come...from inside.

What's going on? Who are you? What happened to my home?
Introductions first: I am Lews Therin.
Who?
Lews Therin.
Lews Therin who?
Lews Therin Mythral. Your father.
You can't be my father! I don't have a-
Indeed.
Oh. Well then...what are you doing...inside me?
Long story, better relayed by simply showing it to you.

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Three days later, he, they, were off. The townsfold of Mayra had been decimated, Damion's mother beaten to an unrecognizable pulp. Now, they both wanted revenge. Lews Therin knew who was at the heart of all this, knew squarely at whose feet to lay the blame, but the man would not be an easy man to find. One thing Lews Therin remembered from his school days was this: The man loved to fight, could never get enough of it, could not resist the pull of a gladatorial ring. So they searched local tournaments, few and far between, and came up empty. Expanding their search yeilded, for a time, nothing, until they went so far as to travel east from their home continent. When they reached the city of Miniopia, and heard of, read about, and saw the massive arena that it was home to, they knew they had found the right place. Rayne would be there, spinning his machinations, glorying in the bloodlust of the tournaments as outside, he planned his attack on this new continent. And they would be there to stop him.

Thus, it came to pass that Lews Therin, one of the greatest battle sorcerers ever to walk the earth, and his son, Damion, whom no one had ever heard of, joined the tournaments of the Pocket Otaku as one person.