Soul Shards of Theta: Origins Sagaby ColtKit ProductionsChaptersTheta Shards - The Haunted ChildTheta Shards - Sunny Dilbert Dee'RooTheta Shards - Musky PupTheta Shards - Kolbert the KoboldPrologueTheta Shards - The Haunted ChildThe Haunted Child: • History: Created by Team Rockets' experimentations. A fusion of a Gastly and a Reapermon. An unholy union, as far as Digimon were concerned. Considering how they view Pokemon as corrupted versions of themselves. While his head was very Gastly like, though more like a skull then a ball, he had a skeleton like body, surrounded by a purple mist. He had no skin, muscles, or organs... just a charcoal black skeleton, leaking that purple fog. He didn't even have legs, just a long spine, and ghost like tail. As a result of his temporary tail, his friends enjoyed referring to him as, "The Haunter Child"... mostly because he hates being mistaken for a Haunter. He had a Rogue Class, although he didn't use it much. Even barely trained, it gives him remarkable talents for stealth, and instinctive skills for ranged weapons and knives. He can pick any lock, merely by touching it. With his former Trainer teaching him how to step into the Shadow Realm, and travel across star clusters in seconds. His Archetype was what he gets the most use out of. As a Technomancer, he can control anything electronic. Connecting to machines a great distance away. Even controlling other Pokemon and Digimon, as they are beings of living Data. • POV: I floated in the space between servers. Dozens of screens floating around me, in a transparent blue sphere. All vertically streaming the endless, and incomprehensible green code... incomprehensible, to all but a select few... like me. Okay so I was a tad overdramatic, with my monologues, but you just had to look at me, to understand that. I was an abomination. A Fusion of the sworn enemies, Pokemon and Digimon... and so rejected by both. I spent some time with a Pokemon trainer, who helped me perfect my abilities. But eventually, I decided to go out on my own. There were more important things, to me at least, then gym Battles. I'm an edge lord, sue me... if you can find me. I am a god of cyberspace. My programming skills rivalled the AIs. I was raised by my trainer... my best friend, but we had... disagreements after I deprived Giovanni of his head. I had taken to wearing the sleek black jacket of Giovanni. Complete with a lovely red 'R' on the left pec's pocket. Something I took off his corpse. My way of thanking the man, for my creation. I tended to wear a more mundane dress shirt. But obviously no dress pants... or pants of any kind. I didn't need them, given I didn't have legs... I reproduced by consciously duplicating my code, in the form of an egg. An a month later, they hatch as a tiny Gastly-Mon. I was the definition of Asexual. Although, in all honesty, I had never a actually created an egg, I knew I could. It was an... instinctual thing. Made possible only thanks to my Technomancer skills. My mind suddenly stopped wandering, focusing on a dot on one of my screens. It passed by so quickly, a lesser mind wouldn't have caught it. The old, Time Lord, TARDIS really was a lovely piece of techno magic. After it landed in my time zone, I quickly hijacked it. Merging into it's systems, and experimenting, learning, adapting. While tapping into it's sensors, I was streaming data simultaneously from... everywhere. Every point of history. In every moment that could ever be... I saw it all. What was most clear, was how desperately the Time Lords wanted her back. There were far too few of these ancient models, still capable of Time Travel. The Time Lords would be coming for it... the sooner we ditched the thing, the better. I looked away from my screens. At the Asari-like creature I hijacked. And spoke, with an unusual amount of joy in my voice. "I found them." Now Knowing what I was, what This alien creature was. There was a reason I was just a freak of nature. The TARDIS insisted the gods themselves crafted me... and their were other's out there. Finally, I had a purpose again. And that's how I allied myself with Metagamer. Theta Shards - Sunny Dilbert Dee'RooSunny Dilbert Dee'Roo: • History: Sodaroo are a race of Sapient Kangaroo, living on the Continent of Re-Bottled, on the planet Zoonited. Located on the other side of the world from Zootopia. This species of kangaroo were absolutely obsessed with soft drinks. Finding them as discarded relics from an ancient, and lost, civilization. When Sodaroo first started forming tribes, they would give shiny cans, relics they found, to their intended. The more it resembled their desired mate, the better. This caused Sodaroos to evolve with brighter fur patterns, and in more flashy colors. Sodaroo also had a genetic dependency on their drink. Needing to consume it, as often as humans require water. They can even breathe while submerged in the stuff. Dilbert came from a long line of orange juice based Sodaroos. So his fur looked very similar to the drink. However... Sunny was not like most. As he looked as if he was from a rival clan. His father was an unknown to the Clan, whom the boy's family assumed his mother had a fling, with a Sodaroo from a clan that contradicted their goal of genetic purity (as all Sodaroo hold true). Unaware Dilbert was born as the child of a living planet. Which is the reason he had a number of throwback genes. The Celestial genes woke up a few recessive bloodlines, in his DNA. Unlike most Roos, he had giant webbed claws (bigger then his head), a platypus tail, and webbed feet... as well as fangs and sharp teeth. Then, unlike his clan of simply orange, he was even colored like a bottle of Sunny D. Even his name, was a way of the clan distancing themselves from him. He had a Warrior Class, combined with a Monk Archetype. Making him extremely physically powerful, as well as had control over his physical energy, AKA "Ki". Giving him many abilities from Dragon Ball Z, Yu Yu Hakusho, and Iron Fist. • POV: I barreled through the mutated beast. Swinging my massive claws, through the giant's underbelly. The monster stood before me and my prize. Really, not a smart place to be. I slid on my tail, to dodge it's attack, kicking with my massive, kangaroo style feet, as I spun around it. The creature fell with a thump, allowing me to claim my prize, something I had been searching for, for years. A genuine, perfect condition, gallon of Sunny D. I prized this, over all other drinks. Although it was also the source of my greatest shame. It was unopened, not even cracked. The Chemists would be able to reverse engineer the valuable liquid inside. This way my clan could start producing the product, themselves, to sustain me. I would no longer be dependent on a rival clan, for sustenance. It might be enough for my clan to stop resenting me. We Sodaroos take our beverages very seriously. It was even more valuable, given it was a relic of pre-recorded history. Whatever lifeforms that used to roam our world, they had left behind such priceless artifacts. It was the duty of every Sodaroo, to reverse engineer what was lost. So traveling the island continent of a post apocalypse Australia? Fighting to bring such luxurious drinks to the rest of the world? I felt like I was accomplishing something. Rebuilding the world, and recovering luxuries of the past... "Seriously? Your legitimately colored like a Sunny D bottle?" I spun around, spotting some bizarre blue roo... with tentacles for hair. She was beautiful beyond all reasoning. For crying out loud, I was gay and even I found her attractive! It took me a moment to realize she had insulted me... her mistake. I was rather sensitive about my colors. I was a bright yellow, with an orange underbelly, a blue "trim" in my fur, blue hair on the top of my head, and pure white eyes. I was a Sunny D roo... in a clan of Simply Orange. It was well known I was an outcast... and it didn't help I needed to drink Sunny D to live. It was my water, like most pure blood roos, with their own clan beverage. I quickly put my treasure into a case, and stuffed it in my bag. Then proceeded to leap out of my crater. Landing in front of the punk that clearly just came here to cause trouble. If there was one thing I refused to tolerate. It was a bully. Towering over the blue kangaroo, that dared mock so sensitive a subject, I cracked my knuckles. The woman seemed to make the connection, "Woh now, I'm not looking for a fight." I gritted my teeth, "Then you really shouldn't have come to the wastelands." I swung my claw, only for the little shit to dodge. Luckily, the second crater I created, did some decent damage to her ego. The little shit clearly paled. Channeling my roo speed, I charged straight for her. She didn't even have time to draw her sword, before I was right in front of her. Suddenly, her eyes glowed, my whole body was held in some kind of stasis field. With the roo just holding out her own glowing hand. "Gods damn WITCH!!!" I accused. "Now what's wrong with that?" A familiar voice got my attention. "Haunter!?" I struggled to turn my head, but thankfully he stepped into my view. Looking as equally pissed as I was. "That's Haunted! Ha-n-tid! I'm a Gastly! Not a Haunter!" His Skull-like head somehow pouted. "What the fuck is a Gastly?" All I could do, was roll my eyes. For that matter, what was a "Haunter"? I just recall some Taur kid, calling him that. The gorgeous blue roo finally recovered. Pulling out a badge. Identifying her as a Time Agent. My world may be "primitive" but it was considered a high priority to those temporal cops... given we were "Refugees the Doctor relocated". I just sneered at her. "I don't care who you are! You got an arse kicking coming your way!" Haunter gave another sigh, "He didn't mean anything by it. She is just ignorant of Sodaroo culture." How could a roo not know Sodaroo culture? And what was with that pronoun switch? Was it just a slip of the tongue? Regardless, "Then she's about to learn about it the hard way!" Dilbert raged, though still couldn't move. Haunter sighed, "Come on D, can you just let this slide? Otherwise we're just going to have to hold you here, for the next few hours, until you agree to hear us out." I growled, but took in a deep breath, trying to clear my head... I owed Haunter a favor. He totally saved my bacon, when he saved my exploration team a few weeks back... still not sure how he knew about that sandstorm, rolling in. "I don't kill her... and we're even." I gritted my teeth. Haunter tilted his head. Before making a counter offer, "Don't kill her, AND hear us out. Even seriously consider our offer. THEN we are even." I weighed my options... "Deal." Theta Shards - Musky PupMusky-Pup: • History: Born with a Cleric class, this older teenager held great healing powers. Although his Archetype allowed him to generate powerful poisons, through any state of matter. This Husky Taur had the lower body of a dog, with four scrawny legs, a more human like Torso, with claw-like fingers, and a not quite dog like face. His muzzle was very short, with large anime style eyes, making it look much cuter then even a real Husky. He was covered in mangy fur, with countless mats and tangles, due to not having the patience to brush himself. Then short and spikey ginger hair, on the top of his head. Due to his poison Archetype, he has bright red fur, and a bright green underbelly... colours similar to a poisonous frog. He was born from the union of a Hound Archon, and a Husky-Taur. Well Taur are rather straight forward creatures, being in the same Animal Kingdom as centaurs. Holding a great deal of physical strength, and a select few being trained as mighty wizards. The Hound Archon, in his blood, was a good deal more complicated. For they are a race of Celestials, often called "Angels" by humanoids. Entities, created by deities, to serve them. Hound archons are often used as guardians of the 42 realms. They are considered, by scholars, to be the first "true" archons. They are one of the most common archons summoned to the Mortal Verse, and their duties sometimes permit them to travel to other realms to interact with their inhabitants. Hound archons appear as powerfully built humanoids, with canine heads, broad shoulders, and massive fists. Hound archons had similarly strong legs, a silent warning to foes that a hound archon was also swift on its feet, and if they fled, they would not get far. All hound archons could be observed wearing simple metal collars about their necks. This collar was not actual metal; it was a mystical representation of the Hound's rank within the hierarchy of the archons. When one looked upon a hound archon, he or she sensed a feeling of simultaneous peacefulness and readiness for action. They are intelligent and very protective, seeking to defend the innocent and helpless against evil. Despite their combat skill, like all archons, hounds preferred not to fight if at all possible, and would usually only be driven to combat if protecting themselves, their plane, or the other archons in their pack, or others who are unable to defend themselves. Hound archons could transform at will, into any canine (fox, dog, or wolf, etc.) ranging from small to large size; this had the advantage of improving the archon's stealth. They were not lycanthropes, however! Like all archons, hounds could speak and understand any language they desired, and even send a message, in any language, over short distances. They could also teleport anywhere that they desired, without a chance of failure. Hound Archons could detect the presence of evil and also protect themselves from it. Some claimed that they could further detect all invisible, astral, and ethereal creatures as well. They could call upon divine aid and create a source of continual flame whenever they desired. Hound Archons were immune to paralyzation and electricity. They were resistant to magic and could not be affected by mundane weapons. They could see in darkness and had a strong sense of smell. Hound archons were able and determined combatants in melee, thanks to their musculature and meaty fists. They preferred their natural weapons, but were also known to wield greatswords to great effect. In close range, a hound archon was adept enough to strike a couple times with its fists, and also take a bite at its opponent, in rapid succession. When engaged in battle, a hound archon produced a menacing aura of righteousness that negatively affected its foes' ability to combat with it. Each Hound Archon maintained a permanent telepathic link with all of its pack. Which Musky-pup later utilized, to bind Theta's Soul Shards, into a hive mind. • POV: I lay at my father's feet, despite being an entire dimension away. My planar senses could feel him watching me, and I was determined to make the entity proud. Chewing on my pencil, as I tried to figure out the math problems of my homework. I was a freshman in College, fretting over the assignment... despite having a week to complete a simple math sheet. A few dimensions away, as distance doesn't matter to my kind of hive mind... I could hear my father's thoughts. I could feel him smile proudly, amused by his little scholar. I smiled back, before focusing on my homework... which grew harder, considering what my father was thinking about. "As a half Celestial, the boy will hold quite the burden on his shoulders. "One day, various deities will call him to action. To act as their will in the Mortal Verse. Only Demigods, themselves, would know greater responsibility. "The fate of worlds, to entire realms, will one day depend on this 19 year old child. But for now, his only responsibility is to study. By the sheer diligence the pup takes with this task. I know he will bring honor to our house. "Although, I wish the child's mother would have let him study at the Doctor's school. She is a rather overbearing creature. Doing all in her power to NOT prepare the boy for his Destiny... she doesn't even want the boy to meet his Destiny. "The Woman summons angels, to bless her barren body with a child... and she doesn't think she has to honor her half of the deal? "She went so far as to pass up on the Doctor's offer, and sent the boy to study at a local university. "It seems time for... intervention." I couldn't help but worry... just what that could mean. I could feel my father roll his eyes, "Intervene means 'talk'. I'm a Celestial, not some demon. I'm not about to 'smite' some mortal, for the crime of worrying after her child." I blushed at that. Although I did know... higher beings didn't exactly think like mortals. So having one irritated with you, Celestial or not, wasn't exactly a good thing. "Just continue with your studies," Thought the hound. "I give you my word, I will not bring any harm to your mother." Author's Note ( Hound Archon lore taken from the "forgottenrealms" wiki, but given a bit of a spin, to fit in my universe. ) Theta Shards - Kolbert the KoboldKolbert The Kobold • History: Kolbert is the child of a kobold and a true Dragon. As a result, he is reptilian, with small scaley wings, and a poison breath attack. He has light blue scales, and an occasional orange one, along with a bright yellow underbelly. In place of hair, he had two rows of short bone-like spikes, jetting at opposite sides of the top of his head. His face was very gecko like, although with sharp teeth. Unfortunately, his dragon blood doesn't do much for his height. As he inherited the Kobold's small size, of 2 feet tall. However, he did gain many abilities from his true dragon mother. Including tougher scales, although soft to the touch, like a more durable snake. He can even change size, and has the illusion magicks of a Blue Dragon. He has another rogue class, but mixed with a Druid Archetype. Allowing him to talk to animals, and control nature. Even Shape shift into animals. • POV: "Stop Theif!!!" I grinned, cutting into the crowd. My small stature making it hard for the guard to find me. As I dodged legs, and zig zagged about. Once I was absolutely sure, the guards couldn't see me, I dove into an alley. Hiding behind a dumpster. I waited for the guards to run passed, keeping my chuckles as a purely mental thing, until the last of them left. Then I couldn't help but giggle with delight. I stripped off my leather armor, which hid my distinctive scales and wings. I was left naked, which wasn't particularly an issue, given Kobolds often run around naked. I reached under the dumpster, and pulled out my bag of holding. A gift, from my mother's hoard. Quickly stuffing my suit inside. Then changing into my various gold jewelry, and princely robes. After all, my mother was an elder dragon. This entire country was her domain. Naturally, I was a prince, half breed or not. I would never hold political power, but I should never want for anything... so why did I keep stealing? I looked at the trinket I took. I didn't even know what it was. I just took it and ran. Tossing it into the dumpster, I was about to re-enter the market... when I heard it. "My my my, aren't we naughty." I tensed, hearing that voice. Looking up, I saw, Standing on top of the building, was some kind of blue... me. It was another dragon / kobold hybrid... no, looking at her, she had some kind of psychic field around her. It made her look like the race that saw her... a drop dead GORGEOUS glamour. "What are you?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. However rude. The woman chuckled, "I'm an Asari." "Never heard of it," I shrugged. "Of course not. The Asari haven't even touched the stars, in this time zone," She smiled. That confused me, but I chose to ignore it, in favor of giving her a warning. "You know, it's a felony to impersonate a dragon." "Hardly my fault," She shrugged. "I can't control how you see me." She might not be able to control her disguise, but I could tell by the taste of her magic. She COULD control activating the magicks. I huffed, trying to act worthy of my station... despite being all kinds of nervous. Crossing my arms, I spoke with the royal dignity I had been taught. "you need something?" She smiled at me, "Actually I was wondering if you needed something from me?" before I could even scoff, she continued. "Do you know why you stole that bobble?" I paled. "You snuck into the most guarded warehouse in the market, cracked the most difficult safe, and then purposely triggered an alarm. Then threw away the most expensive trinket in the safe. I was sweating now. Not like anything really bad would happen to me, being a prince and all... but mother would have my hide. "What do you want?" Assuming I was being blackmailed. "To explain, just what you are," She shrugged. "and just why you feel compelled to steal things, you have no logical need for." I began to squirm, "... Why?" I was near desperate to know. I had this compulsion, since I was an infant. With barely any control of myself... always going after bigger and bigger game... even stealing from pure blooded dragons' hoards. Those guys would have eaten me, if I was caught. No exaggeration. "You're a rogue, Kolbert." She smiled. "You guys are natural born kleptos. But I can teach you control." She held out her claw, "Let's go talk with your mother. See if she'll approve you going to a boarding school." PrologueThetatropolousvsgholtazsr Sigmaakronosvexsithkada, was the Doctor's only child with the Master. The child that's death forced the two friends apart... and inspired a legacy of death and decay... a child that eventually returned from the dead, although not by choice, multiple times, only to die again and again. The last time was by an Eldritch abomination. A living manifestation of everything wrong with the universe. The beast stole The child's soul, and bound it to a phylactery, enslaving them as a weapon against the Doctor. Knowing the Time Lord Victorious dare not hurt him. However, in his last act of free will, the child destroyed his own phylactery. He should have been erased from existence, as a Phylactery is an artifact to contain a mortals very soul. Binding them to the mortal world, while their body becomes an undead monster, unable to die. Destroying such a container... should have destroyed their very soul. Nothing should have been left but shards, unable to move on, and unable to return to life. But the universe herself thought such an act should be rewarded. And so gathered the soul fragments, patching them together with traces of different Cosmic entities, until she managed to form 6 distinct individuals. Allowing them to be reincarnated to humble families. Living quiet lives, until the day they found each other.
Theta Shards - The Haunted ChildThe Haunted Child: • History: Created by Team Rockets' experimentations. A fusion of a Gastly and a Reapermon. An unholy union, as far as Digimon were concerned. Considering how they view Pokemon as corrupted versions of themselves. While his head was very Gastly like, though more like a skull then a ball, he had a skeleton like body, surrounded by a purple mist. He had no skin, muscles, or organs... just a charcoal black skeleton, leaking that purple fog. He didn't even have legs, just a long spine, and ghost like tail. As a result of his temporary tail, his friends enjoyed referring to him as, "The Haunter Child"... mostly because he hates being mistaken for a Haunter. He had a Rogue Class, although he didn't use it much. Even barely trained, it gives him remarkable talents for stealth, and instinctive skills for ranged weapons and knives. He can pick any lock, merely by touching it. With his former Trainer teaching him how to step into the Shadow Realm, and travel across star clusters in seconds. His Archetype was what he gets the most use out of. As a Technomancer, he can control anything electronic. Connecting to machines a great distance away. Even controlling other Pokemon and Digimon, as they are beings of living Data. • POV: I floated in the space between servers. Dozens of screens floating around me, in a transparent blue sphere. All vertically streaming the endless, and incomprehensible green code... incomprehensible, to all but a select few... like me. Okay so I was a tad overdramatic, with my monologues, but you just had to look at me, to understand that. I was an abomination. A Fusion of the sworn enemies, Pokemon and Digimon... and so rejected by both. I spent some time with a Pokemon trainer, who helped me perfect my abilities. But eventually, I decided to go out on my own. There were more important things, to me at least, then gym Battles. I'm an edge lord, sue me... if you can find me. I am a god of cyberspace. My programming skills rivalled the AIs. I was raised by my trainer... my best friend, but we had... disagreements after I deprived Giovanni of his head. I had taken to wearing the sleek black jacket of Giovanni. Complete with a lovely red 'R' on the left pec's pocket. Something I took off his corpse. My way of thanking the man, for my creation. I tended to wear a more mundane dress shirt. But obviously no dress pants... or pants of any kind. I didn't need them, given I didn't have legs... I reproduced by consciously duplicating my code, in the form of an egg. An a month later, they hatch as a tiny Gastly-Mon. I was the definition of Asexual. Although, in all honesty, I had never a actually created an egg, I knew I could. It was an... instinctual thing. Made possible only thanks to my Technomancer skills. My mind suddenly stopped wandering, focusing on a dot on one of my screens. It passed by so quickly, a lesser mind wouldn't have caught it. The old, Time Lord, TARDIS really was a lovely piece of techno magic. After it landed in my time zone, I quickly hijacked it. Merging into it's systems, and experimenting, learning, adapting. While tapping into it's sensors, I was streaming data simultaneously from... everywhere. Every point of history. In every moment that could ever be... I saw it all. What was most clear, was how desperately the Time Lords wanted her back. There were far too few of these ancient models, still capable of Time Travel. The Time Lords would be coming for it... the sooner we ditched the thing, the better. I looked away from my screens. At the Asari-like creature I hijacked. And spoke, with an unusual amount of joy in my voice. "I found them." Now Knowing what I was, what This alien creature was. There was a reason I was just a freak of nature. The TARDIS insisted the gods themselves crafted me... and their were other's out there. Finally, I had a purpose again. And that's how I allied myself with Metagamer.
Theta Shards - Sunny Dilbert Dee'RooSunny Dilbert Dee'Roo: • History: Sodaroo are a race of Sapient Kangaroo, living on the Continent of Re-Bottled, on the planet Zoonited. Located on the other side of the world from Zootopia. This species of kangaroo were absolutely obsessed with soft drinks. Finding them as discarded relics from an ancient, and lost, civilization. When Sodaroo first started forming tribes, they would give shiny cans, relics they found, to their intended. The more it resembled their desired mate, the better. This caused Sodaroos to evolve with brighter fur patterns, and in more flashy colors. Sodaroo also had a genetic dependency on their drink. Needing to consume it, as often as humans require water. They can even breathe while submerged in the stuff. Dilbert came from a long line of orange juice based Sodaroos. So his fur looked very similar to the drink. However... Sunny was not like most. As he looked as if he was from a rival clan. His father was an unknown to the Clan, whom the boy's family assumed his mother had a fling, with a Sodaroo from a clan that contradicted their goal of genetic purity (as all Sodaroo hold true). Unaware Dilbert was born as the child of a living planet. Which is the reason he had a number of throwback genes. The Celestial genes woke up a few recessive bloodlines, in his DNA. Unlike most Roos, he had giant webbed claws (bigger then his head), a platypus tail, and webbed feet... as well as fangs and sharp teeth. Then, unlike his clan of simply orange, he was even colored like a bottle of Sunny D. Even his name, was a way of the clan distancing themselves from him. He had a Warrior Class, combined with a Monk Archetype. Making him extremely physically powerful, as well as had control over his physical energy, AKA "Ki". Giving him many abilities from Dragon Ball Z, Yu Yu Hakusho, and Iron Fist. • POV: I barreled through the mutated beast. Swinging my massive claws, through the giant's underbelly. The monster stood before me and my prize. Really, not a smart place to be. I slid on my tail, to dodge it's attack, kicking with my massive, kangaroo style feet, as I spun around it. The creature fell with a thump, allowing me to claim my prize, something I had been searching for, for years. A genuine, perfect condition, gallon of Sunny D. I prized this, over all other drinks. Although it was also the source of my greatest shame. It was unopened, not even cracked. The Chemists would be able to reverse engineer the valuable liquid inside. This way my clan could start producing the product, themselves, to sustain me. I would no longer be dependent on a rival clan, for sustenance. It might be enough for my clan to stop resenting me. We Sodaroos take our beverages very seriously. It was even more valuable, given it was a relic of pre-recorded history. Whatever lifeforms that used to roam our world, they had left behind such priceless artifacts. It was the duty of every Sodaroo, to reverse engineer what was lost. So traveling the island continent of a post apocalypse Australia? Fighting to bring such luxurious drinks to the rest of the world? I felt like I was accomplishing something. Rebuilding the world, and recovering luxuries of the past... "Seriously? Your legitimately colored like a Sunny D bottle?" I spun around, spotting some bizarre blue roo... with tentacles for hair. She was beautiful beyond all reasoning. For crying out loud, I was gay and even I found her attractive! It took me a moment to realize she had insulted me... her mistake. I was rather sensitive about my colors. I was a bright yellow, with an orange underbelly, a blue "trim" in my fur, blue hair on the top of my head, and pure white eyes. I was a Sunny D roo... in a clan of Simply Orange. It was well known I was an outcast... and it didn't help I needed to drink Sunny D to live. It was my water, like most pure blood roos, with their own clan beverage. I quickly put my treasure into a case, and stuffed it in my bag. Then proceeded to leap out of my crater. Landing in front of the punk that clearly just came here to cause trouble. If there was one thing I refused to tolerate. It was a bully. Towering over the blue kangaroo, that dared mock so sensitive a subject, I cracked my knuckles. The woman seemed to make the connection, "Woh now, I'm not looking for a fight." I gritted my teeth, "Then you really shouldn't have come to the wastelands." I swung my claw, only for the little shit to dodge. Luckily, the second crater I created, did some decent damage to her ego. The little shit clearly paled. Channeling my roo speed, I charged straight for her. She didn't even have time to draw her sword, before I was right in front of her. Suddenly, her eyes glowed, my whole body was held in some kind of stasis field. With the roo just holding out her own glowing hand. "Gods damn WITCH!!!" I accused. "Now what's wrong with that?" A familiar voice got my attention. "Haunter!?" I struggled to turn my head, but thankfully he stepped into my view. Looking as equally pissed as I was. "That's Haunted! Ha-n-tid! I'm a Gastly! Not a Haunter!" His Skull-like head somehow pouted. "What the fuck is a Gastly?" All I could do, was roll my eyes. For that matter, what was a "Haunter"? I just recall some Taur kid, calling him that. The gorgeous blue roo finally recovered. Pulling out a badge. Identifying her as a Time Agent. My world may be "primitive" but it was considered a high priority to those temporal cops... given we were "Refugees the Doctor relocated". I just sneered at her. "I don't care who you are! You got an arse kicking coming your way!" Haunter gave another sigh, "He didn't mean anything by it. She is just ignorant of Sodaroo culture." How could a roo not know Sodaroo culture? And what was with that pronoun switch? Was it just a slip of the tongue? Regardless, "Then she's about to learn about it the hard way!" Dilbert raged, though still couldn't move. Haunter sighed, "Come on D, can you just let this slide? Otherwise we're just going to have to hold you here, for the next few hours, until you agree to hear us out." I growled, but took in a deep breath, trying to clear my head... I owed Haunter a favor. He totally saved my bacon, when he saved my exploration team a few weeks back... still not sure how he knew about that sandstorm, rolling in. "I don't kill her... and we're even." I gritted my teeth. Haunter tilted his head. Before making a counter offer, "Don't kill her, AND hear us out. Even seriously consider our offer. THEN we are even." I weighed my options... "Deal."
Theta Shards - Musky PupMusky-Pup: • History: Born with a Cleric class, this older teenager held great healing powers. Although his Archetype allowed him to generate powerful poisons, through any state of matter. This Husky Taur had the lower body of a dog, with four scrawny legs, a more human like Torso, with claw-like fingers, and a not quite dog like face. His muzzle was very short, with large anime style eyes, making it look much cuter then even a real Husky. He was covered in mangy fur, with countless mats and tangles, due to not having the patience to brush himself. Then short and spikey ginger hair, on the top of his head. Due to his poison Archetype, he has bright red fur, and a bright green underbelly... colours similar to a poisonous frog. He was born from the union of a Hound Archon, and a Husky-Taur. Well Taur are rather straight forward creatures, being in the same Animal Kingdom as centaurs. Holding a great deal of physical strength, and a select few being trained as mighty wizards. The Hound Archon, in his blood, was a good deal more complicated. For they are a race of Celestials, often called "Angels" by humanoids. Entities, created by deities, to serve them. Hound archons are often used as guardians of the 42 realms. They are considered, by scholars, to be the first "true" archons. They are one of the most common archons summoned to the Mortal Verse, and their duties sometimes permit them to travel to other realms to interact with their inhabitants. Hound archons appear as powerfully built humanoids, with canine heads, broad shoulders, and massive fists. Hound archons had similarly strong legs, a silent warning to foes that a hound archon was also swift on its feet, and if they fled, they would not get far. All hound archons could be observed wearing simple metal collars about their necks. This collar was not actual metal; it was a mystical representation of the Hound's rank within the hierarchy of the archons. When one looked upon a hound archon, he or she sensed a feeling of simultaneous peacefulness and readiness for action. They are intelligent and very protective, seeking to defend the innocent and helpless against evil. Despite their combat skill, like all archons, hounds preferred not to fight if at all possible, and would usually only be driven to combat if protecting themselves, their plane, or the other archons in their pack, or others who are unable to defend themselves. Hound archons could transform at will, into any canine (fox, dog, or wolf, etc.) ranging from small to large size; this had the advantage of improving the archon's stealth. They were not lycanthropes, however! Like all archons, hounds could speak and understand any language they desired, and even send a message, in any language, over short distances. They could also teleport anywhere that they desired, without a chance of failure. Hound Archons could detect the presence of evil and also protect themselves from it. Some claimed that they could further detect all invisible, astral, and ethereal creatures as well. They could call upon divine aid and create a source of continual flame whenever they desired. Hound Archons were immune to paralyzation and electricity. They were resistant to magic and could not be affected by mundane weapons. They could see in darkness and had a strong sense of smell. Hound archons were able and determined combatants in melee, thanks to their musculature and meaty fists. They preferred their natural weapons, but were also known to wield greatswords to great effect. In close range, a hound archon was adept enough to strike a couple times with its fists, and also take a bite at its opponent, in rapid succession. When engaged in battle, a hound archon produced a menacing aura of righteousness that negatively affected its foes' ability to combat with it. Each Hound Archon maintained a permanent telepathic link with all of its pack. Which Musky-pup later utilized, to bind Theta's Soul Shards, into a hive mind. • POV: I lay at my father's feet, despite being an entire dimension away. My planar senses could feel him watching me, and I was determined to make the entity proud. Chewing on my pencil, as I tried to figure out the math problems of my homework. I was a freshman in College, fretting over the assignment... despite having a week to complete a simple math sheet. A few dimensions away, as distance doesn't matter to my kind of hive mind... I could hear my father's thoughts. I could feel him smile proudly, amused by his little scholar. I smiled back, before focusing on my homework... which grew harder, considering what my father was thinking about. "As a half Celestial, the boy will hold quite the burden on his shoulders. "One day, various deities will call him to action. To act as their will in the Mortal Verse. Only Demigods, themselves, would know greater responsibility. "The fate of worlds, to entire realms, will one day depend on this 19 year old child. But for now, his only responsibility is to study. By the sheer diligence the pup takes with this task. I know he will bring honor to our house. "Although, I wish the child's mother would have let him study at the Doctor's school. She is a rather overbearing creature. Doing all in her power to NOT prepare the boy for his Destiny... she doesn't even want the boy to meet his Destiny. "The Woman summons angels, to bless her barren body with a child... and she doesn't think she has to honor her half of the deal? "She went so far as to pass up on the Doctor's offer, and sent the boy to study at a local university. "It seems time for... intervention." I couldn't help but worry... just what that could mean. I could feel my father roll his eyes, "Intervene means 'talk'. I'm a Celestial, not some demon. I'm not about to 'smite' some mortal, for the crime of worrying after her child." I blushed at that. Although I did know... higher beings didn't exactly think like mortals. So having one irritated with you, Celestial or not, wasn't exactly a good thing. "Just continue with your studies," Thought the hound. "I give you my word, I will not bring any harm to your mother." Author's Note ( Hound Archon lore taken from the "forgottenrealms" wiki, but given a bit of a spin, to fit in my universe. )
Theta Shards - Kolbert the KoboldKolbert The Kobold • History: Kolbert is the child of a kobold and a true Dragon. As a result, he is reptilian, with small scaley wings, and a poison breath attack. He has light blue scales, and an occasional orange one, along with a bright yellow underbelly. In place of hair, he had two rows of short bone-like spikes, jetting at opposite sides of the top of his head. His face was very gecko like, although with sharp teeth. Unfortunately, his dragon blood doesn't do much for his height. As he inherited the Kobold's small size, of 2 feet tall. However, he did gain many abilities from his true dragon mother. Including tougher scales, although soft to the touch, like a more durable snake. He can even change size, and has the illusion magicks of a Blue Dragon. He has another rogue class, but mixed with a Druid Archetype. Allowing him to talk to animals, and control nature. Even Shape shift into animals. • POV: "Stop Theif!!!" I grinned, cutting into the crowd. My small stature making it hard for the guard to find me. As I dodged legs, and zig zagged about. Once I was absolutely sure, the guards couldn't see me, I dove into an alley. Hiding behind a dumpster. I waited for the guards to run passed, keeping my chuckles as a purely mental thing, until the last of them left. Then I couldn't help but giggle with delight. I stripped off my leather armor, which hid my distinctive scales and wings. I was left naked, which wasn't particularly an issue, given Kobolds often run around naked. I reached under the dumpster, and pulled out my bag of holding. A gift, from my mother's hoard. Quickly stuffing my suit inside. Then changing into my various gold jewelry, and princely robes. After all, my mother was an elder dragon. This entire country was her domain. Naturally, I was a prince, half breed or not. I would never hold political power, but I should never want for anything... so why did I keep stealing? I looked at the trinket I took. I didn't even know what it was. I just took it and ran. Tossing it into the dumpster, I was about to re-enter the market... when I heard it. "My my my, aren't we naughty." I tensed, hearing that voice. Looking up, I saw, Standing on top of the building, was some kind of blue... me. It was another dragon / kobold hybrid... no, looking at her, she had some kind of psychic field around her. It made her look like the race that saw her... a drop dead GORGEOUS glamour. "What are you?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. However rude. The woman chuckled, "I'm an Asari." "Never heard of it," I shrugged. "Of course not. The Asari haven't even touched the stars, in this time zone," She smiled. That confused me, but I chose to ignore it, in favor of giving her a warning. "You know, it's a felony to impersonate a dragon." "Hardly my fault," She shrugged. "I can't control how you see me." She might not be able to control her disguise, but I could tell by the taste of her magic. She COULD control activating the magicks. I huffed, trying to act worthy of my station... despite being all kinds of nervous. Crossing my arms, I spoke with the royal dignity I had been taught. "you need something?" She smiled at me, "Actually I was wondering if you needed something from me?" before I could even scoff, she continued. "Do you know why you stole that bobble?" I paled. "You snuck into the most guarded warehouse in the market, cracked the most difficult safe, and then purposely triggered an alarm. Then threw away the most expensive trinket in the safe. I was sweating now. Not like anything really bad would happen to me, being a prince and all... but mother would have my hide. "What do you want?" Assuming I was being blackmailed. "To explain, just what you are," She shrugged. "and just why you feel compelled to steal things, you have no logical need for." I began to squirm, "... Why?" I was near desperate to know. I had this compulsion, since I was an infant. With barely any control of myself... always going after bigger and bigger game... even stealing from pure blooded dragons' hoards. Those guys would have eaten me, if I was caught. No exaggeration. "You're a rogue, Kolbert." She smiled. "You guys are natural born kleptos. But I can teach you control." She held out her claw, "Let's go talk with your mother. See if she'll approve you going to a boarding school."
PrologueThetatropolousvsgholtazsr Sigmaakronosvexsithkada, was the Doctor's only child with the Master. The child that's death forced the two friends apart... and inspired a legacy of death and decay... a child that eventually returned from the dead, although not by choice, multiple times, only to die again and again. The last time was by an Eldritch abomination. A living manifestation of everything wrong with the universe. The beast stole The child's soul, and bound it to a phylactery, enslaving them as a weapon against the Doctor. Knowing the Time Lord Victorious dare not hurt him. However, in his last act of free will, the child destroyed his own phylactery. He should have been erased from existence, as a Phylactery is an artifact to contain a mortals very soul. Binding them to the mortal world, while their body becomes an undead monster, unable to die. Destroying such a container... should have destroyed their very soul. Nothing should have been left but shards, unable to move on, and unable to return to life. But the universe herself thought such an act should be rewarded. And so gathered the soul fragments, patching them together with traces of different Cosmic entities, until she managed to form 6 distinct individuals. Allowing them to be reincarnated to humble families. Living quiet lives, until the day they found each other.
