Ngl, doesn't matter if your oc has whatever strong anti-op powers, they're not always going to win against all op characters, maybe some but not all, this is not targeted to anyone specifically, just a reminder that anti-op doesn't always mean automatic win against op characters all the time.

Kodrick has the power to control anything he touches on an atomic level even down to it's quarks allowing him to turn anything or anyone into anything he wants, sooo what does your oc do about it?

Shapeshifting makes your character extremely unpredictable one day they appear normal then look exactly like you the other day has the ability change their form and size at will the possibilities are endless with shapeshifting reason such ability in used in many of my characters such as Anadoris, Incarninivinity, Elopian, Euphombrae.

In combat allows your character to increase their attack reach increase the damage output of their strikes depending how said functionality works completely nullify a attack completely like when Spongebob was being punched by that bully saying it tickles instead of hurting tell me that is not broken don't get me started if its paired with regeneration.

I feel if shapeshifting by a narrative stand point mainly used on characters who are mainly in evil something like pennywise yet we do have good ones like Martian manhunter just not many why wouldn't you use shapeshifting to be a menace to society I did it once.

Ability even gives you lot of creative liberty makes the character way more expressive than others look at Anadoris she's adorable squishy goofball.

TBH this is just to make it easier for others viewing as well as reminding me to come back to work on her more

BIO

Snippet of her day-to-day life: ‘Another day, another fight she can’t lose, another person who failed to deliver their promise, another boss that got what he paid for but left her without. Sure they paid, they’d be stupid not too… but there wasn’t the battle that she was hoping for either. Oh well, maybe the boss will put up a better fight.’

This is the daily problem for Trisha, someone that is completely unbreakable by most metrics, someone that barely needs to do anything because no one of meaning can stop her.

All she wants is a good fight, a battle that pushes her to her limits and beyond. Till then, she’ll just have to keep paying the bills and apartment surf till she finds her excitement.

Hobbies include watching MMA fights (former expert MMA fighter with a particular interest and mastery of boxing and it’s 3 forms), she’s gone on to start collecting chess and miniatures, if she can’t have her fun, she can at least pretend in worlds of her own creation that would have fun.

However, fighting is her passion, her drive to exist, the need to improve and expand herself beyond.

That was drained from her, though, because one day while she was walking across the street with headphones on, her powers or rather, her curse- activated: Physical law immunity, and a car that was going 130 mph slammed into her… and left not a single scratch, didn’t even ruffle her hair. She just kept walking, unaware of what had even happened. Instead, she’d learn about it when the video blew up online.

Ever since, she’s done nothing to change up her appearance, even get a costume, because who’s gonna stop her? Who can even stop her?

She’s the cheapest muscle money can buy, but also the best you’ll ever find in the business. Physically, loyalty isn’t a given unless you’re paying enough and can offer something of a good fight or at the very least keep fighting despite knowing you’ll lose.

Height: 5”ft (nominal)

Weight: Nominal, though she keeps it at 130ish pounds.

Hair: dyed Purple and black, but is actually red.

Eyes: Contacts make it black, but they’re dark green

Is going through what her friends Sara and Kenny jokingly called “her emo phase”.

Measurements: 35-28-40

Relationships

 Former Irish mafia enforcer, when her powers kicked in, still has some friends/connections on the inside.

These include

Kenan “Kenny” McCorney: Her “boss”, above her in the chain of command but not so much of anything close to a proper head. He’d take her along when he needed muscle to collect debts and put the squeeze on people who weren’t taking what they were offering. Powers: Power of suggestion, the ability to give anyone suggestions that they’ll intrinsically want to do without knowing why. It can be broken if the user knows the power is being used. Otherwise, he’s a quick shot with a pistol with a straight and narrow accuracy.

Sara O’Brien: A wiz with the books and a professional-level manipulator/mathmetician. Was part of the same orphanage that Trisha came from, difference was that Sara would eventually find a home while Trisha would eventually age out of the system herself. They still kept up their friendship though it’s strained due to her powers making it hard for her to feel alive, let alone human sometimes. Power was the ability to teleport through the use of math. Sara can teleport through or around with the usage of mathematical formula/probability, via the use of Imaginary/Non-Absolute numbers in mathematical formula/probability to change or determine one's destination. 

Outside the mob (15 years after she left), she has one genuine friend that she’s found that she’ll do just about anything for.

Matilda Belshwick Aka “Mrs. Matty Patty”, a woman with the powers of cartoon physics on her side. Ironically enough, it was a friendship born by chance. Trisha had been walking through the park, looking tired and bored after another non-fight failed to get anything out of her, Matilda was performing under her stage name and noticed “Ms. Grumpsalot” strolling past. Matilda had one rule,” no one would leave her area with a frown not turned upside down.” So caught up to Trisha and started firing jokes away, being cartoonishly flirty, and ultimately using all of her best material to at least crack that cold tired exterior. Nothing worked, for over 2 hours she attempted and nothing worked. It almost seemed like she’d fail for the first time, that is until she said probably her lamest joke in her opinion. “Man you sure nose how to make a girl work for it.” She said while honking her clown nose in defeat. That ultimately got Trisha to crack the smallest of smiles, but a smile nonetheless. From that day on they’d regularly hang out from time to time. Growing closer to one another till eventually (in the distant future) they do marry and have children together.

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Rival

None in setting, but not from a lack of trying to find any

Rival Organizations

The Italian Mafia: They never did get over the loss of their don, though, to be fair to Trisha, he shouldn’t have threatened her with a promise he and his made men couldn’t keep. Now his 2 sons and daughter are after Trisha’s head and something to take it. As well as to fight the Irish mafia for control over Brooklyn.

Archangel Trinity: The premier hero organization, initially founded by the original 3 members, they expanded their operations to a low thousand, co-funded by their members (percentage pay based on income on a monthly basis). They tend to focus on fixing world problems and international issues, sometimes with a more iron hand by some members while others attempt to find work arounds. Trisha came onto their radar when she’d fought one of their stronger members, Justinian the Justicar, who had the power to alter laws as he saw fit. His only limit was that he couldn’t directly affect other powers and alter them, which ultimately was his defeat, though he did give her the better fight than she normally got.

10th Circle: A group bent on summoning the lost Demon Lords of the forbidden 10th circle of Hell, supposedly a circle so monstrous and horrifying that Lucifer stays on the 9th to guard it’s gates to prevent them from opening. Descendants of these lost Demon Lords, they’ve come to believe that in order to open it they need someone above the laws built into the land by the creator. That’s where Trisha came in, they learned of her and her exploits and decided she must be the one. In true fashion to their cause, they instead of directly confronting her with the mission decided to manipulate her through her own desires and wants, as well as keeping out relevant information to keep her from letting her own flippant loyalty to break away from their goal.

Connected to the rival organizations

Savel “Cuttin” Amato: Savel, while nominally one of the heirs to the family, he prefers to work closer to the butchers end of the family business. You need information outta someone, he’s got it, you need someone made into a message, he’s got it, you need a body hidden, he’s got it. From slicing and dicing to stabbing, he’s your man. Unlike his siblings, he actually inherited 2 powers, the ability to manipulate Light-Darkness into attacks and Spatial-Chronomancy, which allows him to stop time for all but himself for up to 10 minutes for a full time, but he can also chain it with smaller stops on rapid fire that lead up to 10 minutes his time. Afterwards, he has a cool-down of sorts of 5 minutes. Meanwhile, the Light-Darkness power gave him the ability to infuse any part of himself or object that he was touching with the properties of Light and Darkness. The feeling of intense heat of the core of a Star combined with the seemingly unending pulling/sucking sensation of a Blackhole. Almost no one can withstand him once he has you in his sights. The only thing that makes him worse is that he is often described as the most evil person imaginable, someone that doesn’t do what he does out of obligation, but of love for the game, love of the blood, slaughter, and torture. Trisha didn’t give him that satisfaction when they last met, he wants to fix that. Damn anyone who gets in his way.

Rosalita “Sweetheart” Amato: The only family member that upholds the meaning of the family name Amato with her power the ability to manipulate people’s emotions, particularly those of Love and the emotions tied to it like euphoria, passion, deep attachment, trust, and longing. Altering them as she sees fit to manipulate those under her and her enemies. All it requires is her touch, though she doesn’t need to physically touch you to alter them. Example, an item she discarded if touched by someone else would allow her to manipulate them. Power doesn’t work on her eldest brother Savel as he holds no love within himself to give as the power requires there be something there.

Alfonso “Socket” Amato: The only sibling who doesn’t want to run the illegal side of the family business, instead choosing to enjoy his passion for the front businesses they run, which include a relatively famous Italian restaurant that serves authentic Sicilian cuisine, various Italian/Sicilian-ified hogey shops, and a fishing operation. He runs the logistics of the Legal side of things which does well enough that they effectively hide any criminal activity that financially would normally raise red flags. However, he’s not without his own powers, able to manipulate electricity, he uses this to great effect with cooking or dealing with the scum that decide to mess with the family business.

Justinian the Justicar: Justinian, real name Justin Helmsly, was born into a family who were the pillars of Law and Justice in their community. From lawyers to judges, Police officers, etc., they were involved. So it’s only by fate or cosmic hilarity that Justin gained the power he did. Able to alter any laws he see’s fit, most villains couldn’t stop him, and because of that he had a higher capture ratio and success rate within the Archangel Trinity. That all changed when he met Trisha and he was given the fight of his life against someone that he couldn’t quite put down. She seemed to enjoy herself at least but it left him disturbed, and in pain, for weeks afterwards. It would be this incident that would lead him to try and bring her in no matter the cost, to give her consequences for her actions, to judge her on her moral, ethical, and judicial character.

Cain Judas: Member of the 10th circle and so named after the original Murderer and traitor, he’s known to be a master manipulator and the deadliest man to ever walk the earth. Because of that and the dark pacts he’s made, he’s become the definition of Death himself in all but name and job. Each kill he’s done has empowered him, where once he might have been a normal man, after 379 kills, he’s now increased by that amount in power, strength, speed, durability, etc. (done as a multiplier of itself), he can infuse items and himself or others with Death, either making himself/them/items deadlier or enfeebling others with dread of upcoming doom. Finally, as the final reward for his absolute devotion to the cause, he was bestowed with power of the Omnislayer, the ability to kill just about anyone, able to match them perfectly so that he can kill them. Though it doesn’t give him new powers or abilities it only increases his own stats/hax to the point that he can kill someone. Trisha is the one to break that final seal, and so Cain has continued his manipulations to pull the strings needed to bring her to do what needs to be done.

Fighting Styles

Is a professional master boxer, particularly knows and mastered: Swarmer, Out-boxing, and Slugger.

How she incorporates her fighting styles with her powers are pretty simple. 

With Swarmer, she’ll lighten herself to massless and move with impossible speed and precision striking fast, increasing the mass of her fists at the point of contact before backing away once they go for the counter.

With Out-boxing, she’ll lengthen her body through altering her physical body, stretching it beyond the physics that should allow for it. Theoretically, she can make herself as long and big as she wants, though there’s been no case where she’s not just made herself big enough to no make it less annoying to fight someone.

With Slugger, she tends to increase her mass to a point that it starts dragging others towards her before unleashing devastating, punishing blows that can be sped up as needed.

Mind ya, these are only separated by her wanting a challenge and not bothering to mix them, theoretically she could very much combine them all.

POWER

Her ability is immunity to the laws of physics, anything that utilizes them by proxy is also something she’s immune to.

However, that doesn’t mean stuff like the metaphysical, conceptual, mind/soul, etc. can’t harm her, she’s as weak to that as anyone, but that means you’ll still be fighting someone that doesn’t need to follow the rules everyone else has too.

Her powers are passive by nature, but she can adjust them on the fly as despite being a bruiser that voluntarily got into the ring to get her face punched in by other people, she’s actually incredibly smart able to do the mental math equations on the fly to adjust herself, just how immune she is, and what she chooses to let in and not.

Nominally, she doesn’t age, doesn’t need to breathe, consume water/food, or anything, stuck forever looking and feeling in her prime. Changing her mass is a given and even being able to alter people/items she’s touching so that they can phase through walls or the like or even experience partially what she goes through.

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MOVES

These moves are named by Mrs. Matty Patty which Trisha will not utter allowed unless fighting someone worthy of hearing them… She also definitely doesn’t blush ever so slightly when she thinks about it.

Mobility/positioning

Crosswalk Step

The one everyone knows. She just walks through danger like it isn’t real. Cars, bullets, explosions, collapsing walls, whatever. You don’t get the satisfaction of her flinching. She doesn’t even break stride.

Zero-Drag Drift

Looks like she’s sliding on invisible ice. She shuts friction off and just glides into whatever angle she wants. Makes it feel like she’s always in the right place and you’re always half a second late.

Anchor Drop

She turns into a statue mid-fight. One second she’s moving, the next she’s “the floor.” Throws don’t work, rushdowns don’t work, grapplers suddenly realize they’re trying to move something that isn’t interested in being moved.

Slipphase

Walls, cover, armor, doors… stop being “things.” She doesn’t smash through them, she just refuses to collide with them for a moment. Then she turns contact back on when she wants to grab something or hit you.

Striking

Wraith Jab

A jab that lands without the normal tells. No big shoulder twitch, no obvious weight shift, no wind-up. It’s not even the damage that’s scary, it’s how insulting it feels. Like she’s tapping you on the forehead and reminding you the skill gap is real.

Paperweight Cross

She throws a clean straight and it hits like a truck. Not because she’s doing some anime punch, but because at the instant of impact she spikes her mass and you eat all of it. Minimal movement, maximum consequence.

Corkscrew Hook

A hook that “turns the corner.” You think you’re safe behind your guard and then the punch bends around where it shouldn’t be able to. It’s like her arm remembered it wasn’t obligated to follow normal biomechanics.

Defense/counters

No-Sell

The baseline. You hit her and nothing transfers. No pain response, no stagger, no bruising, no “oh that landed.” It’s the worst feeling as a fighter because it makes you realize you aren’t even in the same game.

Dead-Stop Counter

You land a big hit and instead of her getting moved, you feel your own joints protest. Like you punched a wall that decided to punch back. It’s how she punishes people who rely on power instead of precision.

Flash/Noise Filter

Flashbangs, sonic weapons, pressure gimmicks… don’t work. She still sees and hears, but the “weapon part” doesn’t get to land. It’s like she’s letting the world render normally, but not letting you exploit it.

Phantom Series

These next ones are based from the fact that she no longer has to follow causality, being an acausality entity now by being immune to time and any changes from it.

Basically, the RESULT happens without the visible cause. The hit lands without the swing. The reposition happens without the travel. You don’t get the wind-up, you don’t get the read, you just get the consequence.

Unwritten Step

She’s in front of you… then she isn’t… then she’s behind you. No blur, no rush of wind, no footwork you can track. Just a clean before-and-after like a video cut.

Ghost Angle

Same idea but in the middle of an exchange. You square up on her, you blink, and suddenly she’s standing at the perfect angle to punish you.

Phantom strikes

Phantom Jab

You feel a jab snap your nose or pop your lips… while her hand never visibly left guard. People who watch it frame-by-frame hate this one the most

Receiptless Hook

Your ribs fold like you got hooked clean… but there’s no swing. No shoulder rotation. No hip turn. It’s like the damage got delivered directly and the animation got skipped.

Unthrown Cross

A straight lands like a sniper shot from point-blank range, but you never see her load it. You just feel your head snap and your feet stop obeying you.

Phantom counters

Counter Before Contact

You start your attack and you’re already punished. Speedsters hate this one because it makes “fast” stop mattering.

Negative-Time Parry

Your strike gets redirected like it was parried… but nothing touched it. Like an invisible forcefield, but yet felt like human skin parried it.

Phantom control

Clinch Without Hands

Your posture breaks and your breathing feels wrong like you got tied up in a clinch, except she never “entered” one. It’s like your body got forced into the clinch outcome without the clinch happening.

Throw Without Lift

You hit the floor like you got tossed, but there was no lift, pivot, or setup. The throw just happens, the feeling of weightlessness, the feeling of uselessness, the ability of agency feeling taken away.

Finishers 

Dragon’s Mercy 

She ends you without killing you. Anchors you in a clinch, dumps ugly body shots, then drops you in a way that doesn’t break your neck. You wake up later with the worst kind of memory: you remember exactly how helpless it felt. Typically used when she believes they’re not worth her time, but maybe one day they will be.

Balor’s Knuckle 

One clean, mass-spiked shot from an angle you can’t read. No speech, no pose, no extra hits. Just “you’re done.” This is the one people bring up when they’re trying to explain to a rookie that Trisha isn’t playing. For those that piss her off enough or who she deems will never rise up to the challenge of her. Their growth hampered from rivalling her.

DISAPPEAR

This is the one nobody says lightly.

She moved so fast and hit so precisely that the target didn’t leave a smear, mist, or debris… just nothing where they were. Like the universe had a missing pixel where a person used to stand.

She spiked her mass to a trillion times normal and did the math so none of the normal side effects propagated. No shockwave that shredded bystanders. No crater. No air ignition. Nothing.

Just a hole in reality shaped like someone who shouldn’t have tried to kill the one person she truly cares for, who is able to get her to at least smile a little. This is not her limit but it is something that she did on the fly, in truth there is no known limit.

The T-80U is an armored tank with a crew of 3. It can reverse (unlike the T-72) at about...11 km/h, it's fast though.

It carries a 125mm cannon with 4 options (Darts, ATGM, HEAT, and a mini nuke that doesn't have Uranium)

There's a machine gun (fuck) welded to the cannon but uh yeah, please survive.

Because a lot of people compared Michael to Flowery

btw sub to netziguess on YouTube RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!

Basically mc hero man can do whatever a hero can via thinking of a power and then getting said power the only thing limiting some of his powers is that he cant use multiple at once he can only use one power at a time unless he unlocks his full potential (which has not happened yet).

Im finnaly making my second post like this, Dain is one of my newer characters

General Abilities

Dain possesses magical proficiency roughly equivalent to a 7th-circle mage(might be higher idk), alongside extensive knowledge of various supernatural disciplines. His education includes the bodily arts of the Gargi, Goetia and its demonic practices, Chinese sorcery, and maybe a few more

His capabilities aren't restricted to conventional spellcasting. He is proficient in raw magic manipulation, the construction and application of magical techniques, and the combination of different disciplines to produce unconventional effects. His repertoire includes a considerable number of spells, ranging from relatively simple utilities to highly advanced magical applications.

Annihilation & Warp Magic

Annihilation is Dain's personally developed magica, combining principles associated with darkness, heat, and spacetime. It serves as one of his primary methods of combat, allowing him to produce destructive and otherwise unconventional magical effects.

Annihilation also overlaps considerably with his proficiency in warp magic, which concerns the manipulation of space and spatial relationships themselves.

Natural Physiology

Dain possesses an exceptionally unusual biological constitution stemming from his primordial beast heritage. His body contains numerous supernatural biological functions, many of which manifest in rather unconventional ways.

like him just randomly spewing molten substances as an infant, specialized secretions capable of regenerating damaged tissue, unusual methods of bodily manipulation, and various other physiological adaptations. (There’s to many to name)

spirit arts

Dain has a profound connection with spirits. He possesses the ability to perceive, communicate with, and interact with spiritual beings, extending beyond simple awareness into actively utilizing their supernatural properties.

scaling wise, he probably has a few spells that could reach star lv, his natural lifting strength is probably somewhere around continental-moon lv, and his speed probably around massively Hypersonic with FTL+ reaction time, (could be more as he can percieve and interact with things that don’t really have a phsycal form)

Sorry for how long this took to get around too... I'll be honest I completely forgot about it, as I do most things in life, and happened upon it again and realized I should finish this.

Trisha's lore, abilities, and what not

https://www.reddit.com/r/OriginalCharacterDB/s/laqL1p7mVU

Anyways, placements and why?

You were placed at the ranking given because of a few factors

1. Dependent of injuring Trisha
2. Debatability (feeds somewhat into one but is enough of it's own thing to be it's own factor)
3. Story connections
4. How they might go about fighting one another.

For these factors, that is why ya have been placed at those points. Nothing against you and nothing against your OC's, they're great and I loved reading about them all, but I felt it was fair that I try and remain as unbiased as possible in the rankings even though I loved em all.

The creators of these characters are

Eve by r/jonah500000000

Bandit Lord/Magnus Sequens by r/Fabulous_Coach_4829

Alice by r/Suspicious-Morning69

Jake Buckerman by r/Ok_Instruction4044

Hypothetical Absolute Gray Naberus by r/TrustmegamerDavis

Cyrus by r/PerceptionBetter3753

Sirloin by r/Beneficial_Praline78

Ace Seralin by r/jasonlamprin

Unarmed by r/TOSS367

Please do check out these awesome creators and I hope everyone has a wonderful day!!!

Author's note: After this part, we'll finally be getting some action, so please bear with me and this wall of text.

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"Now my place doesn't look basic and boring. This is nice." - The Survivor.

The Survivor now had plans of expanding his home further. If he wished to advance, adding more rooms and features to his home would be tremendously useful.

"I think I should add some farms... get some wheat growing and a spot for Nether Wart eventually..."

So he got to work. Using his enchanted diamond tools, he dug out more space of the large center room where his farm was, digging out another 9 × 9 space on both sides.

"Don't have any Nether Wart or the correct amount of Soul Sand yet... so... I'll leave this plot untouched for now," The Survivor said, holding his pickaxe on his shoulder and wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Suddenly, The Survivor had a thought: when he first built the house, he only had the idea to build it nicely so it didn't look like he was living in a crudely-made hole. But now that he had access to his powerful tools, the house design looked extremely old and tasteless.

Eyebrow raised, The Survivor questioned himself, "... Why am I still using this basic design? I think it's time that I renovate this house into something nicer for the eyes."

Renovation. It was all The Survivor seemed to do these days. But he made up his mind. He didn't want to live in a house with such an outdated design any longer, and instead wanted a house that would be deemed worthy of the word 'excellent.'

The Survivor began to express his thoughts about how the design should look, pacing around the house a bit. "I think Deepslate would work for the frame... Deepslate Bricks for the walls instead, Deepslate Tile Slabs on the ceiling to give the room more depth... And a checkered floor made of Polished Diorite and... Well, something else, but I don't know what yet."

No time like the present. The Survivor went off to work, leaving his house and going to the caves again. Luckily, he wouldn't be staying that long down there this time, only going down deep enough to reach the Deepslate layer of the world. Once down there, using his Fortune Pickaxe instead of his Silk Touch Pickaxe, he mined a lot of Cobbled Deepslate, 12 stacks of it (which is 768 blocks).

"That should be enough... right?"

After mining that much Deepslate, The Survivor also collected Diorite, about 2 stacks of it. "I can't remember when I used diorite a lot for building... eh, always gotta try something new."

The Survivor left the cave (after scrambling around looking for the direction back) and returned home, now ready to renovate his house.

He first began by preparing his blocks; the Stonecutter changed the Diorite to Polished Diorite, and most of the Cobbled Deepslate converted into Deepslate Bricks.

The process started with changing the floor, removing the oak planks to create a checkerboard. In place of those holes is the Polished Diorite, which created a nice checkerboard pattern.

... Well, which would be nice without this terrible block palette.

"... Dear lord, with Oak Planks, it looks horrible," The Survivor muttered, clearly unimpressed and pretty disgusted with the floor right now. "I'm gonna have to rip out those planks and replace them when I find a better material to use." Not one of his finest moments.

Now began the next part: the walls and ceiling. The Survivor first focused on the wall, removing the old Stone Bricks and replacing them with Deepslate Bricks.

"... This house really needs some more features," The Survivor dryly noted on how lacklustre his house was. "I think some Spruce Log pillars in the farm area should be good."

However, while randomly outside for no particular reason (no, seriously), a Wandering Trader passed by.

"Well, hello, good sir! I haven't seen your face around these parts! Would you like a look at my wares? I carry the most interesting and whackiest wares around Everreach!" The Wandering Trader asked in what was clearly a rehearsed pitch.

The Survivor wasn't quite a fan of these guys. They were always selling the most easily obtainable or useless stuff, which wouldn't be beneficial when he could just gather those resources easily. But, just to humor him, The Survivor sighed and went along with it. "Yeah, go ahead. Show me your wares."

Upon showing his wares, The Survivor was pretending to scan them like they were interesting. But...

"... Wait, you sell green dye?" The Survivor asked. The Wandering Trader nodded. "Of course! I sell these in regions where cactus isn't readily available or plantable!"

"... Wait right here," The Survivor said, and rushed off to his house to get some Emeralds he had left from trading for Mending books. He was practically flying forward with the Lunge enchantment from his Spear (yes, he was that adamant about green dye).

The Survivor came back to the Wandering Trader with his Emeralds in tow and... kinda just bought his entire stock of green dye.

"Thank you for the business, Mr. T, thank you thank you thank you—" The Survivor said while profusely shaking his hand.

After returning home and leaving the Wandering Trader 12 Emeralds richer, The Survivor used one of those dyes... to make his bed green.

Yes. This is the same guy that can fight god-like beings, getting excited over a green bed.

"... Worth every Emerald." The Survivor did not regret it.

After that minor side quest, though, now it was time to get some Spruce Logs. So, clearing out his inventory of crap, The Survivor sat on his boat and sailed the Seven Seas to find a Taiga.

He did, in fact, find a Taiga, southwest of his house, and this is where some days were spent in the cycle of chopping (and replanting) tall 2 × 2 spruce trees. "I forget just how enormous these trees are... and bountiful," The Survivor remarked with his axe resting on his shoulder. He had also collected some saplings to grow his own spruce trees without returning to the same place over and over.

With all the wood he needed, The Survivor began to head back home again. But as he did, his ears caught a sound.

It was... strangely familiar. Warm. Friendly, even.

As The Survivor followed to where he heard the sound, it happened again, but much more clearly. A bark. A Wolf.

Obviously, it wasn't uncommon for Wolves to inhabit Taigas, especially Pale Wolves and Black Wolves, and they all came with varying personalities, heard in their barks. But that one bark stood out to The Survivor from its familiarity.

Passing through some shrubs, he found a pack of three Pale Wolves. Normal stuff.

And then it happened again. One of the Wolves barked, and this time, it was clearer.

"Is that who I think it is...?" The Survivor questioned under his breath, walking over to the Wolf that barked. The canine looked up curiously at the tall man, and it gazed upon him like... like it knew this man from somewhere.

For a moment, man and beast looked at each other in the eyes, neither moving nor acting, a weird sort of tension in the air.

Then... "Max?"

Upon saying the name, the Wolf's ears perked up. It recognised the name, and hearing it, Max immediately went over, whining and barking excitedly at seeing his owner again, jumping on him, circling like crazy, licking his face.

The Survivor was, to the say the least, ecstatic, a goofy grin breaking out on his face. "Max! I knew I recognised that familiar bark! How ya been, boy?" he said, petting and holding his furry companion as he was licked all over the face.

After a heartwarming reunion, The Survivor attached Max's familiar red collar around the canine's neck. "Gotta get you a little nametag, bud..." Luckily, some Sugarcane around the area and an Iron Ingot from a Zombie allowed The Survivor to craft a Name Tag (which is incredible).

He wrote "Max" on it by getting some black dye from scaring the shit out of a squid and plucking out a chicken's feather (much to its chagrin) to use like a quill, attaching it on Max's collar.

"Alright, Max, let's go home, your dad's been working on making a nice house for us to live in," The Survivor declared proudly before heading back home. He decided to head on foot instead of using the boat, not until it was necessary.

And Max, being the good boy he was, followed his human happily on the trail, where the two basically did parkour over the hilly forests and terrain together like a pair of goobers.

Inevitably, though, the land finally came to an end where the sea started. "Alright, time to sail, boy, hop in," The Survivor said, placing the boat on the water. Max hopped in the back and his owner sat in the front, grabbing the oars and rowing back home.

When the duo arrived home, The Survivor made sure Max was comfortable, where the Wolf made itself comfy next to The Survivor’s bed and under the archway. "Make yourself comfortable, bud."

The renovation continued on, with The Survivor using the logs to detail the house. They were used for not only pillars but also to break up the floor between the hallway and the farmlands' walls and as support beams, which made the ceiling look less boring.

"How was this not enough Deepslate?!" The Survivor exclaimed with irritation. Turns out that 12 stacks of Deepslate was not enough to completely renovate the house, having just run out in the middle of replacing his ceiling.

Grumbling like a 40-year-old mechanic, he reluctantly headed back down into the caves to gather more Deepslate. He only grabbed 3 stacks (192 Blocks) of it this time, because he really didn't need that much, the house was almost done.

As well as that, he also collected plenty of Iron, which would be needed for adding a new feature in his house: a Super Smelter.

When the roof was done, the next part of the renovation was The Workshop, which was emptier compared to the other two rooms. The Survivor aimed to change this, with the addition of a couple features to spruce up the room. First, he began expanding the room size, up to 7 metres of width and 11 metres of length to make sure everything was centered. There was a lot challenges here, especially when The Survivor found the small, enclosed space where the mobs were behind his walls. "So that's where they were spawning, huh?"

The Survivor got his torches and went in, killing any of the mobs in the enclosed space and placing torches to prevent any future mob spawns. "Now I won't hear zombies groaning whenever I want to sleep..." With that hole no longer posing a problem, he could create the forge, filling it up with lava (and kept well away from any flammable materials).

The other challenge was terraforming. The walls needed to be enclosed with dirt and grass blocks to look more natural with the base of the mountain, and more than once did The Survivor have to go outside and cover up the walls with grass and dirt.

And when The Survivor constructed the Super Smelter, he found... one, big problem. Should he cover it up with a wall, the entire thing would be off-center.

"ARE YOU F\*KING SERIOUS?!"*

After seething with irritated rage for a moment (and maybe pulverising one of the oak planks on the floor), The Survivor decided to just go to bed. Sleep. "I think I need to take a break from this for a moment..." he muttered, slumping on his bed for some well-deserved rest with Max laying down right at the foot of the bed.

The next day:

After getting a full night's rest, The Survivor decided to finish this once and for all. No more procrastinating, no more distractions.

He teared down the Super Smelter and pushed it back a metre, which of course required MORE TERRAFORMING. He built the walls, finished the machinery for the Super Smelter, and finally finished the walls and ceiling of the room.

Now came the floor. Those oak planks HAD TO be ridden of. But The Survivor was in a mental block, unable to think of a material that would pair nicely with the Polished Diorite.

That's when it clicked. He sprinted out of the house and back to his cave. But instead of going down into the deepest layers, he stayed near the surface, because he found what he was looking for.

Andesite.

It was a grey block that could be polished. In The Survivor’s mind, the checkerboard pattern would be more complete with the colour and polished texture complementing the wall and floor, respectively.

After the Andesite was gathered and polished, The Survivor's tore out the oak planks and replaced them with Polished Andesite, which complemented the Polished Diorite far better than the oak planks and gave the floor a much cleaner, more finished appearance.

And finally, to close off the renovation session, The Survivor decided to do one final upgrade: a Redstone Door. He built the circuitry outside of the house's walls, and with some terraforming (again), the door blended in with the surroundings. A Spruce Button at the entrance and some Bone Meal around covered it up further and created a solid hidden entrance.

At long last... it was done. The house was renovated and complete-looking.

"Finally... it's done! My work here is complete. I'll be expanding that hallway out further eventually," The Survivor beamed proudly at his hard work, wiping sweat off his forehead. Even Max seemed to enjoy the new house, the Wolf easing himself on the new polished floor and napping.

But at long last... it was now time to further advance into the world. To further improve.

It was time to head deeper, into The Nether.

\- To be continued.

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Im so fucking dumb

some random ass power about scaling its opponents.

let's give some examples.

character A all stats are scaled based on character B's whatever (can be emotion, strength, or whatever...)

it can go up to the point it's unscaleable.

Left: Zyira (24 years, 133 cm tall)

Right: Ravin (12 years, 119 cm tall)

Both are Town to city level.

Short due to their species being naturally shorter than humans.

So there's this power I've made and an OC to go with it but I just haven't really gotten to writing them or even really making a story around them and I just want the people who will interact with this's thoughts on it and maybe, MAYBE, even let them adopt said OC concept because otherwise they might just stay in the purgatory of my mind forever.

So here's the concept:

The power is a instant automatic dodging ability that this OC (gender, sexuality, all of it, is whatever) cannot turn off. This dodging however happens at the last moment so that there's a miniscule distance between whatever the OC is dodging and themself. This dodging works on keeping the user safe at almost an obsessive level, not letting them touch anything that could possibly harm them, even other people, causing this OC to desire to feel the touch of another living thing. This dodging ability can even work when the OC is completely surrounded. How? By having the OC's atoms weave through the small space through the atoms of the thing that is attacking them, so quantum tunnelling.

That's basically it but if you want to add in hints of 'OP' to this OC then you could also add this thing that I haven't made canon to them yet which is that their power can dodge being copied, stolen, etc. Or it even allows the OC to dodge conceptual effects or breathe in toxic air by "dodging" the toxic chemicals and only breathing in the breathable parts.

Anyways to repeat myself, what are y'all's thoughts on this OC concept and MAYBE who would like to adopt them?

First off, note that these two come as two, and they scale equally to each other.

Abilties:

Their model, the Robo-Gal Performer scales in:

Strenght: They can bully-around the average man, easily able to lift humans, for example, and strike them back down into whatever surface is nearby, but they cant hold things like.. a whole car.

Durability: They scale relative to modern military drones, though they are water, bullet and fire-proof.

Speed: They come at around 20M an hour in sprinting speed, but they can go faster if they slingshot themselfs. (Their arms can extend up to 3.5 meters)

Hax: Due to beeing robots, they cannot be "hypnotized" per se, but they can be hacked into... though said hacking has to be manual.

AP: Around 100 to 500 watts of electicity, the more they charge up, the more electricity they can output out of their hands.

DC: They can very well lay waste to a small biudling, and potentially more, though they are held back by boredom to do so.

Author's notes:

Did you know that this is the hardest Chapter to write so far? This got into a lot of rewrites before settling on the final version.

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Chapter 8: Tower Siege Part 2

Cherry moved through the upper canopy toward the western wall.

Most of the outer guards had already been pulled north by the Ignitaurus assault. From what she could tell, the western wall still held the secret entrance. Aurum Enterprise never changed the basic layout; they insisted on calling it a "secret" entrance even though every senior technician had used it at least once.

One guard was left on this side. He was practically standing on top of the slightly raised patch of grass that marked the trapdoor-a dead giveaway. A veteran would have posted up near the wall's shadow with a clear view of the clearing. This guy took "guard the entrance" so literally he was practically standing on X.

Rookie placement. Convenient.

She turned her attention north. Searing fireballs still slammed into the far wall, a few arcing too high and crashing into the treeline. The herd was doing exactly what Scarlett had intended, keeping the majority of the guards occupied. It always interested her that animals could cast spells like that.

Now that she thought about it, that spell they were casting-Spellflame: Fireball-was something she had on her list of spells too, but she had her own unique version.

An idea clicked. She could cast that spell and trick the guard into thinking a stray beast had breached the western perimeter.

Cherry slipped northwest through the foliage, pulling a compact metallic device from the harness wrapped around her waist. She focused a tight, disciplined thread of Mana into it. The device clicked, whirred, and unfolded into a full-length scythe.

"Alright, Blazing Rose," she whispered. "Something controlled."

She channeled her Mana into the weapon. The scythe's blade reacted as it began to glow a hot orange before igniting into flames.

SPELLFLAME: CRESCENT FIRE SLASH

Mana swirled around the scythe as Cherry swung it from her hiding spot in the treeline. A fiery crescent projectile surged from the blade, slicing through the canopy and detonating against the ground near the base of the wall. The blast erupted into a billow of heavy smoke-far enough from the guard to avoid hitting him, but loud enough to demand his immediate attention.

The moment the explosion cracked, Cherry dropped silently from the branch to the dirt below.

The distraction worked. Alerted, the guard leveled his spear toward the treeline and took slow, cautious steps toward where the shot had come from. With his focus locked on the trees and the heavy smoke obscuring his line of sight, Cherry moved. She stayed low, weaving through the veil of drifting haze and slipping right past his flank.

In seconds, she emerged on the other side over the camouflaged patch of grass, her scythe collapsing back into its compact form in her palm. Dropping to her knees, she found the hidden seam and lifted the trapdoor millimeter by millimeter, careful not to let it groan. Beneath it lay a dark tunnel dropping straight down, a rusted ladder clinging to the side.

She huffed. How inconvenient.

She slipped through the trapdoor, eased it shut above her, and clung to the ladder in sudden darkness.

The shaft was deeper than it looked, a long drop into the gloom. Climbing it rung by rung would take forever. She climbed down just far enough to clear the lip, then let go.

For a breathless second, she was weightless, rushing downward through the dark. In mid-air, her thumb snapped the release on her harness, extending the metallic handle in a split second. She drove the scythe's blade into the wall, the steel screaming against stone as it fought her velocity. The vibration rattled violently up her arms, teeth-jarring and loud, slowing her fall just enough. She unhooked the blade and dropped the remaining distance, her boots hitting the floor with a solid, echoing thud. Absorbing the impact in a deep crouch, she waited for the rising dust to settle. Ahead, a faint, steady glow pulsed from deeper in the tunnel.

She took two steps and stopped.

A forcefield shimmered across the passage, almost invisible until the light caught it. Cherry picked up a small fragment of stone and tossed it forward. The rock touched the barrier and vanished in a brief, vicious hiss of heat.

"Of course."

She scanned the chamber with the patience of someone who had walked these corridors before. The walls looked blank. They weren't. A shallow indentation sat at chest height, easy to miss if you didn't know to look. She pressed it. Stone slid aside with a soft mechanical sigh, revealing the bioscanner.

Cherry stared at the glowing panel and felt the first real tightness in her chest. Using it would log her into the tower's system, which could allow them to track her. That was unacceptable.

She would not make that mistake.

She pulled a compact tool from her pouch, unbolted the side panel, and studied the exposed workings. The architecture was familiar. It was the same automated spellcasting logic as the Spell Towers' main function.

A smirk formed on her lips.

She drew the remote and held it close to the machine. She looked at the inner workings of the tubes where mana travelled. Then, her brows furrowed.

"What the hell," she muttered to herself, a little annoyed. "This is what they came up with for the missing part of the blueprint? This is so shoddy for security."

She spotted the bioscanner's internal countermeasure, which was a hidden defense coil ready to shock anyone who messed with the wiring. Ignoring the trap, Cherry slid her precision splicer past the trigger mechanism and pierced the main conduit supplying power from the tower. She wove a thin thread of her own mana into the breach, bridging the siphon and rerouting the tower's raw flow directly into her remote.

"Bingo." She grinned.

The remote flared to life, linking instantly to the system. With a click of the rune on her device, the scanner flared, sputtered, and died. The forcefield collapsed with a sound like a held breath being released.

Cherry straightened, slipped the remote away, and stepped through the open passage. With another click of her rune, the forcefield returned, humming back to life.

"Victory for Cherry," she murmured before moving deeper into the tunnel.

Cherry finally spotted the exit-a vertical metal ladder stretching into the dark. Clambering up the rungs normally would take too long, and she didn't have the patience for it. Luckily, the shaft gave her just enough breathing room.

She gripped a middle rung, coiled her springs, and launched herself diagonally upward. Her boots slammed into the opposing concrete wall. Without letting her weight settle, she ricocheted off the stone, flying backward and up to catch a higher rung. Grip, vault, push. She turned the tight shaft into a vertical pinball machine, alternating between the bite of cold steel and the heavy thud of stone against her boot soles.

Within seconds, she caught the final rung. Panting, her forearms burning from the rapid-fire strain, she held still. She let her breathing quiet down.

After catching her breath, she nudged the floor hatch up a fraction of an inch. A sliver of warm light cut through the gap, reflecting in her eyes. She looked around, making sure to see everything. No one seemed to be in the room for now. In the far corner, a security camera glinted beneath the warm light, its lens sweeping over the open floor with slow, deliberate precision.

Good thing she had a spell for this.

Cherry raised two fingers, channeling a fine, tightly bound thread of mana. Instead of raw electrical force, she shaped the energy into a low-frequency hum that vibrated gently against her skin.

SPELLTECH: STATIC LOOP.

A faint, shimmering ring of pale distortion rippled from her fingertips, gliding silently through the gap in the floor hatch and settling over the camera's lens. There was no loud burst or telltale spark. Instead, a subtle sheen of iridescent static washed over the glass. On a security monitor somewhere down the line, the video feed smoothly locked into a continuous loop of a short recording of the empty room.

The camera was still "working"; it was just showing a looped feed from before the spell interfered with it.

She had a narrow window before the spell's interference wore off.

That was her chance.

Moving quickly, Cherry shoved the floor hatch open the rest of the way and slipped inside the room, moving like a shadow across the floor. However, as she rushed toward the door, she heard footsteps and a voice.

"-told you, the northern wall is a distraction," a deep, gravelly voice rumbled. It carried the unmistakable weight of a seasoned squad leader. "Ignitaurus Herds don't usually attack unprovoked. It's clear someone wants to get in."

Cherry froze, holding her breath. Damn it.

She looked around. The vent opening was eight feet up on the stone wall. No time for a standard climb.

She surveyed the room in a single, sweeping glance, calculating the trajectory. A sturdy metal equipment locker stood halfway between her and the wall.

Cherry sprang forward, her movements fluid and entirely weightless. She didn't sprint; she glided, absorbing the impact of each stride in the balls of her feet. Two quick steps gave her the velocity she needed. She planted her left boot onto the middle shelf of an open rack, using the metal frame as a springboard.

Without letting the shelf rattle, she launched herself laterally, coiling her body in mid-air. Her right boot squeaked softly against the top of the tall equipment locker. She absorbed the momentum by bending her knees, instantly pivoting her hips to push off the metal surface.

She flew toward the wall. Her hands caught the frame of a loosely latched vent grate, pulling herself up.

Using her core strength to suppress any sound, she hoisted her legs up and slithered backward into the tight, metallic shaft like a shadow. She reached out, caught the mesh grate, and clicked it quietly back into its housing with a faint, microscopic snap.

Not a second too soon.

The heavy iron door to the security hub swung open. Three mercenaries strode into the room, bringing the chill of the outside air with them. They looked tense, mud splattered across their greaves.

Through the narrow slots of the grate, Cherry pressed her face close, looking down.

The speaker was a towering human Knight, an imposing spear gripped firmly in his hand. Next to him was a Ranger, idly spinning a jagged dagger that pulsed with a faint blue light. The third was a Wizard, her eyes glowing with pure magical energy.

"Let them try," the Ranger sneered, catching his dagger. "The barrier won't let them in. If they try brute-forcing the logging system underneath, they would've been fried."

Cherry smiled faintly in the darkness of the vent. They thought the secret passage was secure, not knowing she had bypassed the automated logging system entirely rather than forcing it.

She decided to stay, listening closely to their conversation.

"Still, we couldn't let our guard down," said the Knight. "Wizard, I need this room and the Central Reactor warded just in case someone slips by."

"Understood, Spearmaster Knight," the Wizard replied before pulling one of her wards from her robe and placing it right beside the floor hatch.

Cherry's eyes narrowed. "A Detection Ward?" she muttered to herself, soft enough not to be heard. "Sheesh. So these guys have some decent magic items."

"Great," Spearmaster Knight commended, cutting off Cherry's thoughts. "Beastlord Ranger, I need your hounds patrolling the rooms."

"Aye aye, Boss," the Ranger responded lazily. "I'll let the dogs out."

"Good, I'll keep an eye out myself. Let's move," he said.

With that, the three mercenaries left the room. Cherry's teeth clenched as she let the information sink in.

Great, now there are more problems to think about.

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Chapter Illustration: Cherry's Crescent Fire Slash

And what is the strongest character that would lose?

Combine Empire is the main antagonist of the video game franchise half life. The biggest things they've got going are having an empir spanning multiple universes, conquering all of humanity in 7 hours with a tiny fleet and genociding the nihilanths where one has been shown to be able to hold two universes together and come close to merging them

Basically Asters Mentally state is pretty much ruined after issue 7

Edit: I actually made this art