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Character: Xaosite
Race: Human/Minor God Of Dice
Age: 25
Design/Look: A pale white guy with blonde hair and blue eyes, somewhat overweight, dressed in a plain blue t-shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and a black coat. However, he, and his clothing, are covered in a network of what appear to be cracks, as if he were made of glass, broken, and glued back together. Occasionally, one of these apparent pieces flips around. His movements are overexaggerated and showoff-y. He is holding a cloth bag that looks like a skull, which contains dice of all shapes and sizes.
Affiliation: The TFF, though loosely. He's not in this because he has to, he's in this because he wants to be.
Picture (Or close enough):
Theme Song:
Super Smash Bros. Brawl Opening
Background: Belief is a stronger and stranger force than most people, well, believe. Life shapes belief, but belief also shapes life. After all, how else can unreal things become real?
Once, belief throughout the multiverse went into a great upheval. That's an understatement, actually. It was turned upsidedown, insideout, streched and compressed in all directions, all at the same time. Then is changed back, almost back the way it once was. This sort of thing happens all of the time, and usually goes without notice. Usually.
This one did not. Through no merit or fault of his own, one young man, out in the multiverse somewhere, stopped being what he was, who he was, and become a minor god, one who's domain was dice. His name wasn't was it was, but was now Xaosite. As a new and minor god, he had but one follower. Testing and exploring the nature of his newfound godhood he arrived at TFF Academy to hopefully find and convert new followers. Failing that, he had a feeling that it will be an interesting time. And it was.
Then the interesting times came to a sudden end, leaving him in uninteresting times. But, the God of Dice is always on the lookout, and is ready to play another game. Plus, there is another out there, one of those mirror images of a person you sometimes hear about. One that he has to deal with. Not because he is responsible, but because he needs to be stopped, and that's all there is to it.
Weapon/Powers: Dice, of all shapes and sizes, are his weapons, and his tools. He also carries a huge number of rulebooks in an extra-dimentional space that define what effects those dice can have. He can manage all sorts of magical feats, though his powers are limited. Furthermore, there is still the chance that he will roll poorly, and suffer the consequenses.
Equipment: His clothing, more dice than you can count, more rulebooks than you can shake a forest at.
Name: The Jester
Design/Look: The figure bore the appearance of a psychotic jester gone wrong. The clothing was of the steriotypical jester motley, with bells on the shoes, a jester's cap, also with bells, frock and pants, the works. However, it was all blood red and bone grey. The symbols that jesters usually had on their clothing, like card suits, were missing. Instead, they ran in a random set of stipes, evoking the images of straps used to restrain insane asylum inmates. The figures movements were odd in a distubing way that defied definition. The sound the bells made had the same distubing nature. It's face looked like a mask, with pitch black empty eyeholes, and unnaturally huge grin frozen on it's face. He was a creature straight from a cave below the bottom of the uncanny valley.
It should be noted that when he speaks normally, it sounds like something coming from a mangled recorder, "An/D s`oUNds sOmthI~nG l+ikE THi=S."
Affiliation: Himself, if even that. But he's perfectly willing to fake it, if he thinks it will get him closer to his goal, or just for the fun of betraying them later.
Picture (Or close enough):
Theme Song:
Super Smash Bros. Brawl - Tabuu Theme
Background: Out in the multiverse, there are beings who's purpose is to make sure the rules are followed. And at the cosmic level, there are those who's rules are to make sure that atoms spin, that light follows it's speed limit, and that when gravity takes ahold and something falls, the proper forms are filled out. In triplicate. These are the Auditors of reality.
And they hate life. It's so... so...
messy.
Imprecise.
UNMEASUREABLE. What unit can measure the beauty one sees in a sunrise, what form can record the inspiration one sees in a noble gesture, the horror at a depraved one? They can't, and they cannot understand it. As such, they seek to end it. One of those attempts was the creation of The Jester.
The Jester, created from the power stolen from Xaosite during the Christmas Caper, went on to wreak havoc on life, and existance for that matter, from the moment he came into being. Though the battles that followed, The Jester eventually was defeated by Xaosite, but managed to escape, and wait for his opportunity to come back and finish everything.
EVERYTHING.
Weapon/Powers: He can tear reality itself apart, using pure void as weaponry. Typically, he forms it into dice, which he uses as projectiles, or blades, which he uses as melee weapons.
He has also started to alter the appearance of himself and his powers, so that he might hide his true nature from the perception of others.
Equipment: Nothing, really. He relies almost entirely on his powers, though he isn't above grabbing a handy weapon for the fun of it. For that matter, he isn't really above doing
anything.