Silence and gray are what he is clad in, the bloke from a bygone creation. With the former, however, comes vigilance from a pair of audience appreciating symphonies, sweet and sour. No need to swing out a storm when the clouds within his musing mind are not stirred and thus provoking his ire. To any who unmake his peace something rude and fierce, may all who safeguard the cosmos be at the foolโs much-needed aid.
โSolitude has ended, it would seem.โ
The bravado of his manly timbre is soothing, soaked well in the calm of hopeful days.
Free a breath from fleshly lungs, the rogue at rest. In silence, he acknowledges a truth still vague but privy to clarity as the forward stride of Time is unhindered. Raido, Remnant of the Old Domains, humbly waits for who or what shall bring him company, whether good or ill in expressed intent.
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Warm Words of a Wanderer
[ An Out-of-Character Remark ]
Well met, fellow Tale-Weaver.
Respond at your own leisure. Never do you need to employ haste with the likes of me. This hobby, riveting as it may become, can always wait.
Call me Raido.
Until then, friend.
Warm Words of a Wanderer
[ An Out-of-Character Remark ]
[ A melody for your indulgence. ]
Alright, second chances!
Better not waste it, me. :|
Well met, fellow Tale-Weaver.
I would be delighted to write a drama tale with you in which music is what unites, shapes up and tethers well the fellowship between our characters, through thick and thin. Well, aside from how they handle hardships, how they settle well any difference they may have with each other to get along better as days pass by.
Whether you want to keep it Slice of Life or some supernatural elements in effect are allowed, pretty please do let me know.
So, how would they meet?
Well, consider this.
My fellow is down on his luck. At his age, he should have his life well-sorted out. Alas, causality built up from decades of troubles, including losses of dearest loved ones took a toll on him. However, even with his personal struggles
Respond at your own leisure. This hobby, incredibly enjoyable as it may become when it really takes off through the most riveting of tales, can always wait.
Name: Raido Skyver
Aliases: Earl Grey, Gray/Grey One, Traveler, Corpse, Remnant, Not-Gandalf
Race: Terraian Commonfolk (looks human)
Age: Eons (looks early-40โs in human age)
Iris color: Pale green or honey amber
Hair color: Silver or brunette
Height: 6โ 2โ
Weight: 188-215 lbs.
Disposition: Adventurous, brave, cunning, curious, silly, steadfast, stoic, wise.
Closest Voice: Knight Artorias
From Oblivion, He is Free.
ย ย ย ย Raido Skyver is a Remnant of a dead archaic Multiverse later called the Old Domains. It was brought into a grand necessary collapse. The Fall, it has then been labeled as. This pataphysical performance was pursued truest with heaviest hearts to forcibly conclude the raging wars between a myriad of cosmic superpowers. Or else, the rest of the Omniverse will viscerally feel the intense agony and grueling repercussions of such excessively enduring meta-violent feuds done by mortal-born, divine, damned, and Beyond beings alike.
ย ย ย ย He too fell into Oblivion. But he then claimed freedom from its ungodly depths and has then been able to live once again. How did he escape Oblivion and regain life after being eradicated from existence? It is a profound inquiry warranting much clarity when the time comes.
ย ย ย ย Bit by bit, he regains more memories of who he is before this rebirth. Raido found himself in the New Multiverse. An Old Power in his own right. He travels through worlds, galaxies, different dimensions, and realities to awaken and sharpen the bravery of others who may not know dwell within them. Guide them on how they can usher in a brighter tomorrow, for themselves and for others. Use what fears there are nestled in their hearts and souls to fuel their sun-blazing valor.
ย ย ย ย The New Multiverse recognizes him as an Anomaly, for he is not a part of it. There are powerful rules within the current cosmic landscapes, hidden or exposed, he has to abide by. In some places, he is a mere mortal. In others, a god. In certain places, he can be relatively omnipotent. But to foolishly meddle with these rules may lead him exiled from a certain realm or risk its destruction; either outcome is best avoided if he can help it.
ย ย ย ย Raido is quite skillful in close-quarters combat and weaponry. His incredible strength, stamina, speed, and agility add further credence to him being one hell of a foe.
ย ย ย ย In places where he can display godhood, he can outrun light and the expansion of a universe; his attacks can decimate planets and cut a swathe through a great lake of stars, even through Space and Time. Raido can manipulate matter down to the atomic scale. He can harness and transfer matter and energy between dimensions and realities and can also do so outside any. Perhaps he can create something out of nothing and even produce paradoxes. But such deeds of astronomical fury and finesse are ones he also dares to suppress from rash exhibitions.
ย ย ย ย These are god-like feats that Raido has been able to do in the Old Domains from at least vigintillion years of training, perhaps longer. The fellow had been in the bitter bosom of body-breaking, soul-searing failures countless times before even achieving a semblance of novice understanding of what he has to learn, let alone stepping forward into advancement and mastery. Failure and defeat can quite the mentors.
ย ย ย ย Much of what Raido can do that may vibrantly depict him as an unknown, rogue, Fate-defying variable, if not all, he exhibits as best as he can in the new Multiverse with care and concern. He acknowledges well that actions have consequences. Although, he may fail at times. He had done so, truly. Raido is a fallible being, despite all of the harnessed skills and power that the denizens of worlds such as Earth would deem him asโfor all intents and purposesโa god. The last thing this Remnant yearns as an actuality is to rekindle the metacosmic flames of war that ruined innumerable realities, leading to them being discarded.
ย ย ย ย Nowadays, Raido is often indulging himself by means of many journeys in the current iteration of the Grandest Cosmos, eager to meet new people, see new places. Maybe he can be reunited with old friends along the way; those who were able to seek and secure themselves faraway refuge from The Fall or even escape Oblivion themselves. Whether his later ventures prove glorious or ghastly, it depends on how the road will be paved for him and who he meets, for better or for worse.
ย ย ย ย However, in much of his journeys to spark bravery, Raido is still haunted by fear and guilt. An incessant choir of demons that has yet to leave him. Manifestations of things he chooses to ignore for the sake of his sanity or the well-being of all should he plunge into... madness.
Details of Note in Regards
to The Grey One
Raido appears like a corpse as a form of penance for a cursed life that comes with immortality. It also allows him to abandon his physical vanity. Each time he stares at his own reflection, it reminds him that this horrid look is one of many long-term prices and prizes that come from archaic deeds he instigated and took part in; deeds worthy of either pity or condemnation.
Raido can travel through Space and Time, also through dimensions and realities. He cannot be omnipresent per cosmic laws. He minimizes his influence and how he may have an impact on the status quo of certain places in the cosmos to avoid upsetting those who govern the universe or dimension he is in.
Since Raido is quite an Omni-Force in the New Multiverse, he practices with discipline the use of his god-like skills to avoid offending the cosmic superpowers that govern the universe or dimension he is in. He has to follow their cosmic rules if he is to be allowed further asylum in a realm. If the universe or dimension is in dire straits and his aid and intervention are necessary, he may be able to use much of his abilities to certain extents; such abilities rival that of many cosmic beings. However, if Raido violates the rules and gets branded by the cosmic entities as an existential threat, he can be exiled from a universe or dimension. Whether he can return or not in any banished realm is up for debate.
Raido can be quite dense. Vigintillion years of training does not mean he has learned everything. That's impossible for him. He has no desire to be omniscient. He relishes his limitations and does not attempt to claim such almighty power of insight and wisdom. His denseness can surface on things such as social customs and cues many perform in modern-day Earth, entertainment mediums such as video games and memes, and cookingโthe latter he is working to overcome. Sarcasm is a hit-or-miss for him to get or employ.
Raido hates showing off himself. It also annoys him when he has to enact a task in which it is obvious that he is either the smartest or most capable person in a given vicinity. Although he's independent, he knows the value of teamwork all too well from nigh-innumerable past exploits.
Raido fears romantic relationships. He may have had one to three lovers in his eon-long past lives who he not only failed so terribly, but also led to a gruesome fate for each lover. The pain of loving another is better left to friends and families. He cannot handle another heartbreak of delivering a dearest one with who he will wholesomely share his heart with to horrors and, eventually, death. However, bit by bit, he is battling his demon of fear to love another apart from being family or a platonic acquaintance, going on several sessions of courtship every once in a while.
Details are subject to change and update(s).
Writing length preference:
Semi-Para to Novella
 One-line is acceptable in stream role-plays.
Pre-existing verses of interest (but not precisely limited to):
Berserk, Yu Yu Hakusho, Boku No Hero Academia, One Punch Man, Bleach, Dragon Ball Z/GT/Super, Tenchi Muyo, Gatekeepers, Inuyasha, Kimetsu No Yaiba, Hunter X Hunter, Slayers, Record of Lodoss War, Elfen Lied, Read or Die, Sailor Moon, Magic Knight Rayearth, JoJo's Bizarre Adventures, Cowboy Bebop, Naruto, Isekai Izakaya "Nobu," s-CRY-ed
Marvel, DC, Valiant, Image
Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Disney-Verse, Alien, Predator, Marvel Cinematic Universe, DC Extended Universe, Sorcerer's Apprentice, Star Wars
Lord of the Rings, H.P. Lovecraft literature, Cosmic Horror literature, Harry Potter, A Song of Fire and Ice
Doctor Who, Arrow-Verse, Star Trek, Rick and Morty, Warehouse 13, Supernatural, The Mandolorian, Game of Thrones, Magicians, RWBY
Final Fantasy, The Elder Scrolls, Ninja Gaiden, Dragon Quest, Chrono Trigger, Chrono Cross, Legend of Zelda, Witcher, League of Legends, Drakengard, Devil May Cry, World of Warcraft, Smite, Star Ocean, Dark Cloud, Brave Fencer Musashiden, Tales Of..., Mass Effect, Halo, Metroid, Rogue Galaxy, Valkryie Profile, Dragon Age, Kingdom Hearts, Persona, Shin Megami Tensei, Okami, Castlevania, Demon's Souls, Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Sekiro, Guilty Gear, Super Smash Bros., Street Fighter, Soul Calibur, Tekken, Dead or Alive
T a l e - W e a v e r s
These are individuals who I personally recommend if you desire to co-write fantastic stories. More to be added, eventually. Please show each one the utmost respect. Each is entitled to either accept or deny a request. None owes anyone else a thing and do/will not realistically have the time to co-write stories with literally everyone he or she meets. Their time on this hobby, their respective choices.
Good tidings, friend. This profile is made to role-play a character from an Original Omniverse I'm writing with dearest friends. Feel free to add. Please be advised, writing with me requires commitment in the way of riveting story-telling.
I won't ever pressure anyone to respond as soon as possible. We're here to enjoy writing, for stories, combat or vices, all done at our own leisure and respective schedules that can change at any given moment. Let's keep it that way and have a wonderful time making worlds of our own.
Stumbling became her norm, her hands fluttering against her surroundings. Anchors. Guides. The Seer did all this with confidence. Timid steps weren't something she took. Even amid the changing world- confident stumbling.ย
A vision took hold. Flashes of picture, brief glimpses of a world lost to her. Now it was only threads of life and fate, and that sickening void. Within a vision though, color bloomed. Pictures played. Did she know these faces? No, not one bit- but she savored each of the stranger's features. This time was no different. She drank in the shape of their eyes, their nose- the swirling chaos of the future that fell around her. All the while- confidently stumbling. Well, for the most part.
Sunniva tripped on something unseen. Catching herself against the wall of a bustling street. (Or at least, from the sounds of it and how many times she bumped into something that grunted.) The movement had her Sight moving in a different direction, landing on a thread that sang a siren's song to the Seer. Humming in response to the pull of whoever's life lay at the end of such a thread, Sunniva righted herself and followed. Confident in the sway in which her mind worked now.ย
"Who might you be?" Her melodic voice rose on a breeze. "And why am I called to you?" As if either party knew, but the Seer paid no mind to logic.ย
|| Feel free to respond wherever you please if you'd like! I figured I'd greet in character out the gate to maybe get things rolling. (And just to give a feel for my character.) If you're not interested in writing, or IC banter, that's cool too. We can always chat.ย
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It's excruciating how much I gush on your writings, Raido. I feel like an unhealthy sycophant at this point, hahahaha. I have no critique for that entry, especiallyย knowing that you're still revising it with things you want to add and amend. As to point outย what I really like about it the most, some if not all, it would be these portions: ~~ Rainbow may as well be the visceral brush if not just the divine ink that brings credence to the breathtaking marvel of such a verdant landscape. ~~ The paddler pivots his pair of perusing prasiolites as he performs a poor pirouette, pondering where he has been placed in the grand scheme of things, mainly after such a nasty and hasty fall. What cosmic fortune he has been bestowed upon to insult Death with a good kicking to ward off its sweet embrace and a careless exile from Existence, he dares not question.ย ~~ Serenity becomes present again not long after this explosive exclamation by a living lance that may as well be a mighty lightning bolt liberated by Zeus himself.ย ~~ย Whether or not his welcome will be warm or woeful, this wind-whipped, water-wafting wayfarer must simply wait, watch and wallow with will, well-built or withering. I actually know what a prasiolite is, haha! The alliterations made me giggle sweetly. Quite the tongue twisters, which I adore. I also love how you ended the entry.
I hope your League of Legends co-writer(s),ย whoever will that be for should it be tailored for a specific someone, would enjoy what you'll be sending that person's way.
Your writing is utterly majestic, my loveliestย dork. When you get a chance, share another, please.
Slam! A pair of doors open! Reveal for immediate sight a small gathering of men and women. They are in either white or milky green ensemble meant to represent a Hippocratic oath; all together around something. A gurney. They are carting it forward on this corridor lit well by fluorescent lights. There is haste in their pace but also care. For if they wish, the valuable content of this non-entity may slip and get tossed, causing further panic, a waste of time a person or two reprimanded for incompetence at the job.
A sharp, yet careful, turn is taken once the end of this glossy path ends a new one is met in a 90-degree welcome. Chatters take place in regards to conditions, procedure, all clad in mild hysteria. A life is on the line, after all.
On the long cart, a person in gray rags is unconscious. A man. He would stand six feet and two inches if he is on his feet. A transparent mask is around the wrinkled lips busy clasping on a breathing tube. The face looks scarred--no, hideously pruned. The same with what part of him is not censored in his clothing from medieval times.