2026-08-08T06:40:35Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Image=emi-2026.jpg
|Name=Emi Goodman
|Pronunciation=(em-ee gud-muhn)
|Alias=Em
|Occupation=Café Owner
|Series=Original
|Alignment=Neutral
|Gender=Female
|Species=Aeon Sophia
|Age=Late 20s
|Birthdate=It's complicated.
|Height=5'1" (154cm)
|Weight=99lbs (45kg)
|Short=A short, skinny young woman of indeterminate descent, with beautiful amber eyes. 
'''Formerly Known as''': Diaduin Emepherea
|Extra1=
|Desc=This young woman has a curiously ageless quality, but a few subtle lines mark her as perhaps somewhere in her mid-to-late twenties. She's tiny, with a slender and willowy body easily-lost within her clothing. Her features are desperately cute, a heart-shaped face playing host to a dainty button nose and a small but expressive mouth. The most striking feature of all is her eyes; wide and curious, they're colored a most unusual shade of amber, seeming almost golden against her alabaster skin, and hold an equally-strange sense of weight and wisdom beyond her years. Her hair is thick and healthy, shining black waves habitually left to tumble carefree past her shoulders. 
 
Emi rarely dresses to impress, usually bundled up in an oversized sweater or baggy t-shirt, and a pair of simple, warm leggings. She does sport a nice line in boots, falling just shy of outrageous heels and studs that might betray her gothic tendencies, but may stand an inch or two taller on a particularly fashionable day. Her favorite pair are dark tan, trimmed in slightly dirty white fur, with just a small block heel that allows her to reach half a shelf higher than her pitiable default of probably-no-shelves. Often hanging around her neck are a pair of very, very well-loved gold-accented headphones. The plastic is strained, the padding torn and thin, their style quite modern but the long wire trailing away into her neckline anything but - perhaps she's a little oldschool? 
 
Practically-minded, when 'out and about' she usually sports a spacious bag slung at her waist or butt. At present, this is a leather satchel that seems recently acquired, with fine stitching and shiny buckles that gleam in sympathetic resonance with her eyes. A stylish mustard-yellow patch on the front flap resembles the silhouette of a duckling.
|Extra2=
|Gallery=[[Image:Duckling.jpg|200px|Click here for DuckZilla, Destroyer of Worlds!]]

Quack.
|Skills='''Business''' - Many years spent slaving away in multiple retail jobs across Twisted have taken their toll on Emi Goodman, but rather than lose her attitude she's bundled up all of that acquired customer service skill and formed a tidy ball of financial acumen with which she's finally doing it for herself. She's the sole proprietor and rent-payer of 'Buddy's', an adorable little café-bistro that despite its stylishly-downbeat appearance blasts heavy metal at all hours of the day, and serves up a famously strong line of coffee-based beverages named in honor of an adulthood spent watching and interacting with the folk of Twisted.

'''Cooking''' - She used to be terrible at this, and she's not much better now. There's a reason she employs a chef, but she's at least capable of heating up a croissant without burning her own establishment down.

'''Fighting''' - She (still) has the physical power of a three-ply tissue. What's a gym? She's terribly busy.

'''Singing''' - Gosh yes. By night, Emi is the frontwoman and principle song-writer for the cult melodic death metal band Aki-Onna, who've carved out a small following for themselves in this place-between-worlds. The amiable, offbeat, and somewhat smart-mouthed woman takes on a subtly different and decisively more commanding persona on stage, and it's clear that she both leads the band and is almost entirely responsible for their success... both things she vehemently denies despite embodying her role absolutely in the eyes of any sane beholder. As far as she's concerned, T-Money, Chaz "The Chaz" Chavez, and tentacular drummer Ipsum are equal partners in the project. They're three albums and a handful of EPs deep and don't seem to be slowing down, but remain unprofitable - it's almost certainly Emi who is footing the bill.

'''Talking''' - She's a pretty splendid conversation for anyone who's willing to engage on her level, and perfectly gracious and pleasant to those who find her a little 'off'. It's rare that someone isn't at least a little charmed by Emi, though; she's a smart cookie with a quirky confidence that doesn't seem burdened remotely by ego, who demonstrates deep care for others. Functionally this is how she's stayed healthy and positive, and resultingly built her success - people LIKE her, and in a land filled with the bizarre, wild, arrogant, and downright scary, that goes a very long way indeed.

'''Sympathetic Godhood''' - Yeah. That strange confidence, that magnetic personality, that ability to pass mostly unflustered through a mad world like she belongs, and to be treated as such by those around her - whatever form they take, is all no coincidence. The small business owner formerly known as the Diaduin Emepherea is a former Goddess of Balance, and more; the divine molder of at least one iteration of what's now called 'Twisted'. It's been many years since she relinquished her nigh-ultimate power and she bears no (accessible) memory of doing so, but remains spiritually-connected to this plane and the multiverse beyond. It's the former that is most concerning, for in passing her impossible might to another, Emepherea has placed this world's Guardian, Setsuna Meioh, in great peril should she, herself, be endangered. Now fully mortal, Emi holds in her unwitting hand the potential to cause a cataclysm. A couple of key entities have already noticed her, and though her upbeat attitude and unflappable willpower have kept her better than safe thus far... shit, as they say, happens. Especially here.

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

She started as an idea, the blazing spark at the soul of a fire that had roared for aeons. The denizens of a world torn apart by the machinations of warring gods - celestial spouses - cried out for balance, in their idolatry raising up a young girl to the heavens. Whether this warrior on the cusp of adulthood were a sacrifice or a willing martyr, none can be sure, but what's known is that as the collective breath of a world was held and caught... that balance was found. The world continued to turn, and it began to heal. Nobody knows what transpired in the kingdom of the gods, however.

Far above, in the shadow of an eternal night, the tiny, nigh-inconsequential being responsible for this turn of the wheel stole away in search of a better life. A humble life. Leaving in her wake the shadow of delirious power, cloaked about the shoulders of the fallen, the creature soon to be known as 'Emi' wound her way through the stars until she reached a gaping chasm within the cosmos; a place where worlds met in a great cataclysm, defying all the laws of nature. This, the blazing spark decided, would be her home. That very night, she wandered barefoot and playful into a bar...

NeoTokyo, it was called, and the 'human' child was quick to befriend a few of the inhabitants. Drawn despite her desire to wield the power bestowed upon her by right of lineage, she fought the most subtle war against order and chaos both, making unlikely friends (and unwitting wards) in the form of a fallen angel and a very human murderer. Much of what passed is known only to those that witnessed it, and the theme continues throughout her existence. Regardless, this world was soon to fall, and the dimunitive goddess - known on her own plane as the Diaduin Emepherea - did what she could to preserve the lives most precious to her. A maniac, and a perpetually-lost girl. Her chosen.

One world fell, and then another, and Emi's quiet machinations served to create - from the ashes of her own love - a third. She placed as protector the maniac redeemed, acting as his sometime friend and omnipresent guardian even in her seeming absence, guiding this virgin plane through the epochs of its evolution. Her hand would be played time and again, the subtlety of her station beginning to fail her further each time. In her desperation and love she even took as scion one of the magically-imbued mortals of this place - the tragic heroine Schala, Princess of Zeal.

It's Setsuna, the Guardian of Time, who now owns the greatest part of Emepherea's power. Her mistake in taking Schala's body was in part redeemed by her more 'humble' station as one of Hell's Councillors, though in thwarting the destruction of Twisted by the terribly-corrupted Guarlesia she overstepped her mark once more. Abusing her power quite visibly and destructively, she had a direct hand in the end of an era, and once more picked a pawn to sacrifice in her own stead.

...so it was that a goddess' heart was found to be brittle, and too well broken. No longer the most abject vanguard of the ineffable Balance, Emepherea fled into hiding, her location known to precisely none. Not even her celestial daughter, the Guardian of Time Setsuna Meioh, who was - at the least - the first to welcome the goddess back to her realm, and the last to ever interact with her. Tired and old, by exertion of her own profound will to fade away, the Diaduin Emepherea committed one last sin in her own eyes, and gifted the greatest portion of her power - and responsibility - to her child.

But, at the last, she also offered up a mother's love.

She'd have ceased to exist but for this, finding her own forgiveness in a fall of crystal tears. Emepherea is, in truth, no more, but in her place the girl she once created, now full-grown and human in more than just image... Emi Goodman was born, mere months ago, on the roof of the Usual Restaurant. Terrified and alone in her humanity, she fled into the night, leaving her duties behind.

They're no longer hers, after all. In the end, she is no more than she ever wanted to be.

==Pre-Unification Background==
Once seen only as a quirky child stepped out of her proper space and time, this errant goddess has had a long time to grow up. She has fostered an entire world, seen hope live and die a thousand times, and even been banished into the infinite void herself. Now, she has been called upon by her apparent daughter and the Devil himself to fight on the side of Balance once more.

The armies of Hell gather against the Twisted Council, and the Diaduin Emepherea stands in their midst...

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2026-08-08T06:34:58Z

Terrybgoode: Terrybgoode uploaded a new version of File:Emi-icon.gif

Emi

2026-08-08T06:25:42Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Name=Emi Goodman
|Pronunciation=(em-ee gud-muhn)
|Alias=Em
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|Series=Original
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|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Age=Late 20s
|Birthdate=It's complicated.
|Height=5'1" (154cm)
|Weight=99lbs (45kg)
|Short=A short, skinny young woman of indeterminate descent, with beautiful amber eyes. 
'''Formerly Known as''': Diaduin Emepherea
|Extra1=
|Desc=This young woman has a curiously ageless quality, but a few subtle lines mark her as perhaps somewhere in her mid-to-late twenties. She's tiny, with a slender and willowy body easily-lost within her clothing. Her features are desperately cute, a heart-shaped face playing host to a dainty button nose and a small but expressive mouth. The most striking feature of all is her eyes; wide and curious, they're colored a most unusual shade of amber, seeming almost golden against her alabaster skin, and hold an equally-strange sense of weight and wisdom beyond her years. Her hair is thick and healthy, shining black waves habitually left to tumble carefree past her shoulders. 
 
Emi rarely dresses to impress, usually bundled up in an oversized sweater or baggy t-shirt, and a pair of simple, warm leggings. She does sport a nice line in boots, falling just shy of outrageous heels and studs that might betray her gothic tendencies, but may stand an inch or two taller on a particularly fashionable day. Her favorite pair are dark tan, trimmed in slightly dirty white fur, with just a small block heel that allows her to reach half a shelf higher than her pitiable default of probably-no-shelves. Often hanging around her neck are a pair of very, very well-loved gold-accented headphones. The plastic is strained, the padding torn and thin, their style quite modern but the long wire trailing away into her neckline anything but - perhaps she's a little oldschool? 
 
Practically-minded, when 'out and about' she usually sports a spacious bag slung at her waist or butt. At present, this is a leather satchel that seems recently acquired, with fine stitching and shiny buckles that gleam in sympathetic resonance with her eyes. A stylish mustard-yellow patch on the front flap resembles the silhouette of a duckling.
|Extra2=
|Gallery=[[Image:Duckling.jpg|200px|Click here for DuckZilla, Destroyer of Worlds!]]

Quack.
|Skills='''Business''' - Many years spent slaving away in multiple retail jobs across Twisted have taken their toll on Emi Goodman, but rather than lose her attitude she's bundled up all of that acquired customer service skill and formed a tidy ball of financial acumen with which she's finally doing it for herself. She's the sole proprietor and rent-payer of 'Buddy's', an adorable little café-bistro that despite its stylishly-downbeat appearance blasts heavy metal at all hours of the day, and serves up a famously strong line of coffee-based beverages named in honor of an adulthood spent watching and interacting with the folk of Twisted.

'''Cooking''' - She used to be terrible at this, and she's not much better now. There's a reason she employs a chef, but she's at least capable of heating up a croissant without burning her own establishment down.

'''Fighting''' - She (still) has the physical power of a three-ply tissue. What's a gym? She's terribly busy.

'''Singing''' - Gosh yes. By night, Emi is the frontwoman and principle song-writer for the cult melodic death metal band Aki-Onna, who've carved out a small following for themselves in this place-between-worlds. The amiable, offbeat, and somewhat smart-mouthed woman takes on a subtly different and decisively more commanding persona on stage, and it's clear that she both leads the band and is almost entirely responsible for their success... both things she vehemently denies despite embodying her role absolutely in the eyes of any sane beholder. As far as she's concerned, T-Money, Chaz "The Chaz" Chavez, and tentacular drummer Ipsum are equal partners in the project. They're three albums and a handful of EPs deep and don't seem to be slowing down, but remain unprofitable - it's almost certainly Emi who is footing the bill.

'''Talking''' - She's a pretty splendid conversation for anyone who's willing to engage on her level, and perfectly gracious and pleasant to those who find her a little 'off'. It's rare that someone isn't at least a little charmed by Emi, though; she's a smart cookie with a quirky confidence that doesn't seem burdened remotely by ego, who demonstrates deep care for others. Functionally this is how she's stayed healthy and positive, and resultingly built her success - people LIKE her, and in a land filled with the bizarre, wild, arrogant, and downright scary, that goes a very long way indeed.

'''Sympathetic Godhood''' - Yeah. That strange confidence, that magnetic personality, that ability to pass mostly unflustered through a mad world like she belongs, and to be treated as such by those around her - whatever form they take, is all no coincidence. The small business owner formerly known as the Diaduin Emepherea is a former Goddess of Balance, and more; the divine molder of at least one iteration of what's now called 'Twisted'. It's been many years since she relinquished her nigh-ultimate power and she bears no (accessible) memory of doing so, but remains spiritually-connected to this plane and the multiverse beyond. It's the former that is most concerning, for in passing her impossible might to another, Emepherea has placed this world's Guardian, Setsuna Meioh, in great peril should she, herself, be endangered. Now fully mortal, Emi holds in her unwitting hand the potential to cause a cataclysm. A couple of key entities have already noticed her, and though her upbeat attitude and unflappable willpower have kept her better than safe thus far... shit, as they say, happens. Especially here.

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

She started as an idea, the blazing spark at the soul of a fire that had roared for aeons. The denizens of a world torn apart by the machinations of warring gods - celestial spouses - cried out for balance, in their idolatry raising up a young girl to the heavens. Whether this warrior on the cusp of adulthood were a sacrifice or a willing martyr, none can be sure, but what's known is that as the collective breath of a world was held and caught... that balance was found. The world continued to turn, and it began to heal. Nobody knows what transpired in the kingdom of the gods, however.

Far above, in the shadow of an eternal night, the tiny, nigh-inconsequential being responsible for this turn of the wheel stole away in search of a better life. A humble life. Leaving in her wake the shadow of delirious power, cloaked about the shoulders of the fallen, the creature soon to be known as 'Emi' wound her way through the stars until she reached a gaping chasm within the cosmos; a place where worlds met in a great cataclysm, defying all the laws of nature. This, the blazing spark decided, would be her home. That very night, she wandered barefoot and playful into a bar...

NeoTokyo, it was called, and the 'human' child was quick to befriend a few of the inhabitants. Drawn despite her desire to wield the power bestowed upon her by right of lineage, she fought the most subtle war against order and chaos both, making unlikely friends (and unwitting wards) in the form of a fallen angel and a very human murderer. Much of what passed is known only to those that witnessed it, and the theme continues throughout her existence. Regardless, this world was soon to fall, and the dimunitive goddess - known on her own plane as the Diaduin Emepherea - did what she could to preserve the lives most precious to her. A maniac, and a perpetually-lost girl. Her chosen.

One world fell, and then another, and Emi's quiet machinations served to create - from the ashes of her own love - a third. She placed as protector the maniac redeemed, acting as his sometime friend and omnipresent guardian even in her seeming absence, guiding this virgin plane through the epochs of its evolution. Her hand would be played time and again, the subtlety of her station beginning to fail her further each time. In her desperation and love she even took as scion one of the magically-imbued mortals of this place - the tragic heroine Schala, Princess of Zeal.

It's Setsuna, the Guardian of Time, who now owns the greatest part of Emepherea's power. Her mistake in taking Schala's body was in part redeemed by her more 'humble' station as one of Hell's Councillors, though in thwarting the destruction of Twisted by the terribly-corrupted Guarlesia she overstepped her mark once more. Abusing her power quite visibly and destructively, she had a direct hand in the end of an era, and once more picked a pawn to sacrifice in her own stead.

...so it was that a goddess' heart was found to be brittle, and too well broken. No longer the most abject vanguard of the ineffable Balance, Emepherea fled into hiding, her location known to precisely none. Not even her celestial daughter, the Guardian of Time Setsuna Meioh, who was - at the least - the first to welcome the goddess back to her realm, and the last to ever interact with her. Tired and old, by exertion of her own profound will to fade away, the Diaduin Emepherea committed one last sin in her own eyes, and gifted the greatest portion of her power - and responsibility - to her child.

But, at the last, she also offered up a mother's love.

She'd have ceased to exist but for this, finding her own forgiveness in a fall of crystal tears. Emepherea is, in truth, no more, but in her place the girl she once created, now full-grown and human in more than just image... Emi Goodman was born, mere months ago, on the roof of the Usual Restaurant. Terrified and alone in her humanity, she fled into the night, leaving her duties behind.

They're no longer hers, after all. In the end, she is no more than she ever wanted to be.

==Pre-Unification Background==
Once seen only as a quirky child stepped out of her proper space and time, this errant goddess has had a long time to grow up. She has fostered an entire world, seen hope live and die a thousand times, and even been banished into the infinite void herself. Now, she has been called upon by her apparent daughter and the Devil himself to fight on the side of Balance once more.

The armies of Hell gather against the Twisted Council, and the Diaduin Emepherea stands in their midst...

|WarkerName=Duckbringer

|}}
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Emi

2026-08-08T06:22:23Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Name=Emi Goodman
|Pronunciation=(em-ee gud-muhn)
|Alias=Em
|Occupation=Aeon Sophia
|Series=Original
|Alignment=Neutral
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Age=Late 20s
|Birthdate=It's complicated.
|Height=5'1" (154cm)
|Weight=99lbs (45kg)
|Short=A short, skinny young woman of indeterminate descent, with beautiful amber eyes. 
'''Formerly Known as''': Diaduin Emepherea
|Extra1=
|Desc=This young woman has a curiously ageless quality, but a few subtle lines mark her as perhaps somewhere in her mid-to-late twenties. She's tiny, with a slender and willowy body easily-lost within her clothing. Her features are desperately cute, a heart-shaped face playing host to a dainty button nose and a small but expressive mouth. The most striking feature of all is her eyes; wide and curious, they're colored a most unusual shade of amber, seeming almost golden against her alabaster skin, and hold an equally-strange sense of weight and wisdom beyond her years. Her hair is thick and healthy, shining black waves habitually left to tumble carefree past her shoulders. 
 
Emi rarely dresses to impress, usually bundled up in an oversized sweater or baggy t-shirt, and a pair of simple, warm leggings. She does sport a nice line in boots, falling just shy of outrageous heels and studs that might betray her gothic tendencies, but may stand an inch or two taller on a particularly fashionable day. Her favorite pair are dark tan, trimmed in slightly dirty white fur, with just a small block heel that allows her to reach half a shelf higher than her pitiable default of probably-no-shelves. Often hanging around her neck are a pair of very, very well-loved gold-accented headphones. The plastic is strained, the padding torn and thin, their style quite modern but the long wire trailing away into her neckline anything but - perhaps she's a little oldschool? 
 
Practically-minded, when 'out and about' she usually sports a spacious bag slung at her waist or butt. At present, this is a leather satchel that seems recently acquired, with fine stitching and shiny buckles that gleam in sympathetic resonance with her eyes. A stylish mustard-yellow patch on the front flap resembles the silhouette of a duckling.
|Extra2=
|Gallery=[[Image:Duckling.jpg|200px|Click here for DuckZilla, Destroyer of Worlds!]]

Quack.
|Skills='''Business''' - Many years spent slaving away in multiple retail jobs across Twisted have taken their toll on Emi Goodman, but rather than lose her attitude she's bundled up all of that acquired customer service skill and formed a tidy ball of financial acumen with which she's finally doing it for herself. She's the sole proprietor and rent-payer of 'Buddy's', an adorable little café-bistro that despite its stylishly-downbeat appearance blasts heavy metal at all hours of the day, and serves up a famously strong line of coffee-based beverages named in honor of an adulthood spent watching and interacting with the folk of Twisted.

'''Cooking''' - She used to be terrible at this, and she's not much better now. There's a reason she employs a chef, but she's at least capable of heating up a croissant without burning her own establishment down.

'''Fighting''' - She (still) has the physical power of a three-ply tissue. What's a gym? She's terribly busy.

'''Singing''' - Gosh yes. By night, Emi is the frontwoman and principle song-writer for the cult melodic death metal band Aki-Onna, who've carved out a small following for themselves in this place-between-worlds. The amiable, quirky, only somewhat smart-mouthed woman takes on a subtly different and decisively more commanding persona on stage, and it's clear that she both leads the band and is almost entirely responsible for their success... both things she vehemently denies despite embodying her role absolutely in the eyes of any sane beholder. As far as she's concerned, T-Money, Chaz "The Chaz" Chavez, and tentacular drummer Ipsum are equal partners in the project.

'''Talking''' - She's a pretty splendid conversation for anyone who's willing to engage on her level, and perfectly gracious and pleasant to those who find her a little 'off'. It's rare that someone isn't at least a little charmed by Emi, though, she's a smart cookie with a strange confidence that doesn't seem burdened remotely by ego, and cares deeply about other people. Functionally this is how she's stayed healthy and positive, and resultingly built her success - people LIKE her, and in a land filled with the strange, wild, arrogant, and downright scary, that goes a very long way indeed.

'''Sympathetic Godhood''' - Yeah. That strange confidence, that magnetic personality, that ability to pass mostly unflustered through a mad world like she belongs, and to be treated as such by those around her - whatever form they take, is all no coincidence. The small business owner formerly known as the Diaduin Emepherea is a former Goddess of Balance, and more; the divine molder of at least one iteration of what's now called 'Twisted'. It's been many years since she relinquished her nigh-ultimate power and she bears no (accessible) memory of doing so, but remains spiritually-connected to this plane and the multiverse beyond. It's the former that is most concerning, for in passing her impossible might to another, Emepherea has placed this world's Guardian, Setsuna Meioh, in great peril should she, herself, be endangered. Now fully mortal, Emi holds in her unwitting hand the potential to cause a cataclysm. A couple of key entities have already noticed her, and though her upbeat attitude and unflappable willpower have kept her better than safe thus far... shit, as they say, happens. Especially here.

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

She started as an idea, the blazing spark at the soul of a fire that had roared for aeons. The denizens of a world torn apart by the machinations of warring gods - celestial spouses - cried out for balance, in their idolatry raising up a young girl to the heavens. Whether this warrior on the cusp of adulthood were a sacrifice or a willing martyr, none can be sure, but what's known is that as the collective breath of a world was held and caught... that balance was found. The world continued to turn, and it began to heal. Nobody knows what transpired in the kingdom of the gods, however.

Far above, in the shadow of an eternal night, the tiny, nigh-inconsequential being responsible for this turn of the wheel stole away in search of a better life. A humble life. Leaving in her wake the shadow of delirious power, cloaked about the shoulders of the fallen, the creature soon to be known as 'Emi' wound her way through the stars until she reached a gaping chasm within the cosmos; a place where worlds met in a great cataclysm, defying all the laws of nature. This, the blazing spark decided, would be her home. That very night, she wandered barefoot and playful into a bar...

NeoTokyo, it was called, and the 'human' child was quick to befriend a few of the inhabitants. Drawn despite her desire to wield the power bestowed upon her by right of lineage, she fought the most subtle war against order and chaos both, making unlikely friends (and unwitting wards) in the form of a fallen angel and a very human murderer. Much of what passed is known only to those that witnessed it, and the theme continues throughout her existence. Regardless, this world was soon to fall, and the dimunitive goddess - known on her own plane as the Diaduin Emepherea - did what she could to preserve the lives most precious to her. A maniac, and a perpetually-lost girl. Her chosen.

One world fell, and then another, and Emi's quiet machinations served to create - from the ashes of her own love - a third. She placed as protector the maniac redeemed, acting as his sometime friend and omnipresent guardian even in her seeming absence, guiding this virgin plane through the epochs of its evolution. Her hand would be played time and again, the subtlety of her station beginning to fail her further each time. In her desperation and love she even took as scion one of the magically-imbued mortals of this place - the tragic heroine Schala, Princess of Zeal.

It's Setsuna, the Guardian of Time, who now owns the greatest part of Emepherea's power. Her mistake in taking Schala's body was in part redeemed by her more 'humble' station as one of Hell's Councillors, though in thwarting the destruction of Twisted by the terribly-corrupted Guarlesia she overstepped her mark once more. Abusing her power quite visibly and destructively, she had a direct hand in the end of an era, and once more picked a pawn to sacrifice in her own stead.

...so it was that a goddess' heart was found to be brittle, and too well broken. No longer the most abject vanguard of the ineffable Balance, Emepherea fled into hiding, her location known to precisely none. Not even her celestial daughter, the Guardian of Time Setsuna Meioh, who was - at the least - the first to welcome the goddess back to her realm, and the last to ever interact with her. Tired and old, by exertion of her own profound will to fade away, the Diaduin Emepherea committed one last sin in her own eyes, and gifted the greatest portion of her power - and responsibility - to her child.

But, at the last, she also offered up a mother's love.

She'd have ceased to exist but for this, finding her own forgiveness in a fall of crystal tears. Emepherea is, in truth, no more, but in her place the girl she once created, now full-grown and human in more than just image... Emi Goodman was born, mere months ago, on the roof of the Usual Restaurant. Terrified and alone in her humanity, she fled into the night, leaving her duties behind.

They're no longer hers, after all. In the end, she is no more than she ever wanted to be.

==Pre-Unification Background==
Once seen only as a quirky child stepped out of her proper space and time, this errant goddess has had a long time to grow up. She has fostered an entire world, seen hope live and die a thousand times, and even been banished into the infinite void herself. Now, she has been called upon by her apparent daughter and the Devil himself to fight on the side of Balance once more.

The armies of Hell gather against the Twisted Council, and the Diaduin Emepherea stands in their midst...

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Emi

2026-08-08T06:19:26Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Species=Human
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|Weight=99lbs (45kg)
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Emi rarely dresses to impress, usually bundled up in an oversized sweater or baggy t-shirt, and a pair of simple, warm leggings. She does sport a nice line in boots, falling just shy of outrageous heels and studs that might betray her gothic tendencies, but may stand an inch or two taller on a particularly fashionable day. Her favorite pair are dark tan, trimmed in slightly dirty white fur, with just a small block heel that allows her to reach half a shelf higher than her pitiable default of probably-no-shelves. Often hanging around her neck are a pair of very, very well-loved gold-accented headphones. The plastic is strained, the padding torn and thin, their style quite modern but the long wire trailing away into her neckline anything but - perhaps she's a little oldschool? 
 
A practical girl, she usually sports a bag meant entirely for convenience rather than accessory. At present, she favors a leather satchel that seems recently acquired, with fine stitching and shiny buckles that gleam like her eyes. A stylish mustard-yellow patch on the front flap resembles the silhouette of a duckling.
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Quack.
|Skills='''Business''' - Many years spent slaving away in multiple retail jobs across Twisted have taken their toll on Emi Goodman, but rather than lose her attitude she's bundled up all of that acquired customer service skill and formed a tidy ball of financial acumen with which she's finally doing it for herself. She's the sole proprietor and rent-payer of 'Buddy's', an adorable little café-bistro that despite its stylishly-downbeat appearance blasts heavy metal at all hours of the day, and serves up a famously strong line of coffee-based beverages named in honor of an adulthood spent watching and interacting with the folk of Twisted.

'''Cooking''' - She used to be terrible at this, and she's not much better now. There's a reason she employs a chef, but she's at least capable of heating up a croissant without burning her own establishment down.

'''Fighting''' - She (still) has the physical power of a three-ply tissue. What's a gym? She's terribly busy.

'''Singing''' - Gosh yes. By night, Emi is the frontwoman and principle song-writer for the cult melodic death metal band Aki-Onna, who've carved out a small following for themselves in this place-between-worlds. The amiable, quirky, only somewhat smart-mouthed woman takes on a subtly different and decisively more commanding persona on stage, and it's clear that she both leads the band and is almost entirely responsible for their success... both things she vehemently denies despite embodying her role absolutely in the eyes of any sane beholder. As far as she's concerned, T-Money, Chaz "The Chaz" Chavez, and tentacular drummer Ipsum are equal partners in the project.

'''Talking''' - She's a pretty splendid conversation for anyone who's willing to engage on her level, and perfectly gracious and pleasant to those who find her a little 'off'. It's rare that someone isn't at least a little charmed by Emi, though, she's a smart cookie with a strange confidence that doesn't seem burdened remotely by ego, and cares deeply about other people. Functionally this is how she's stayed healthy and positive, and resultingly built her success - people LIKE her, and in a land filled with the strange, wild, arrogant, and downright scary, that goes a very long way indeed.

'''Sympathetic Godhood''' - Yeah. That strange confidence, that magnetic personality, that ability to pass mostly unflustered through a mad world like she belongs, and to be treated as such by those around her - whatever form they take, is all no coincidence. The small business owner formerly known as the Diaduin Emepherea is a former Goddess of Balance, and more; the divine molder of at least one iteration of what's now called 'Twisted'. It's been many years since she relinquished her nigh-ultimate power and she bears no (accessible) memory of doing so, but remains spiritually-connected to this plane and the multiverse beyond. It's the former that is most concerning, for in passing her impossible might to another, Emepherea has placed this world's Guardian, Setsuna Meioh, in great peril should she, herself, be endangered. Now fully mortal, Emi holds in her unwitting hand the potential to cause a cataclysm. A couple of key entities have already noticed her, and though her upbeat attitude and unflappable willpower have kept her better than safe thus far... shit, as they say, happens. Especially here.

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

She started as an idea, the blazing spark at the soul of a fire that had roared for aeons. The denizens of a world torn apart by the machinations of warring gods - celestial spouses - cried out for balance, in their idolatry raising up a young girl to the heavens. Whether this warrior on the cusp of adulthood were a sacrifice or a willing martyr, none can be sure, but what's known is that as the collective breath of a world was held and caught... that balance was found. The world continued to turn, and it began to heal. Nobody knows what transpired in the kingdom of the gods, however.

Far above, in the shadow of an eternal night, the tiny, nigh-inconsequential being responsible for this turn of the wheel stole away in search of a better life. A humble life. Leaving in her wake the shadow of delirious power, cloaked about the shoulders of the fallen, the creature soon to be known as 'Emi' wound her way through the stars until she reached a gaping chasm within the cosmos; a place where worlds met in a great cataclysm, defying all the laws of nature. This, the blazing spark decided, would be her home. That very night, she wandered barefoot and playful into a bar...

NeoTokyo, it was called, and the 'human' child was quick to befriend a few of the inhabitants. Drawn despite her desire to wield the power bestowed upon her by right of lineage, she fought the most subtle war against order and chaos both, making unlikely friends (and unwitting wards) in the form of a fallen angel and a very human murderer. Much of what passed is known only to those that witnessed it, and the theme continues throughout her existence. Regardless, this world was soon to fall, and the dimunitive goddess - known on her own plane as the Diaduin Emepherea - did what she could to preserve the lives most precious to her. A maniac, and a perpetually-lost girl. Her chosen.

One world fell, and then another, and Emi's quiet machinations served to create - from the ashes of her own love - a third. She placed as protector the maniac redeemed, acting as his sometime friend and omnipresent guardian even in her seeming absence, guiding this virgin plane through the epochs of its evolution. Her hand would be played time and again, the subtlety of her station beginning to fail her further each time. In her desperation and love she even took as scion one of the magically-imbued mortals of this place - the tragic heroine Schala, Princess of Zeal.

It's Setsuna, the Guardian of Time, who now owns the greatest part of Emepherea's power. Her mistake in taking Schala's body was in part redeemed by her more 'humble' station as one of Hell's Councillors, though in thwarting the destruction of Twisted by the terribly-corrupted Guarlesia she overstepped her mark once more. Abusing her power quite visibly and destructively, she had a direct hand in the end of an era, and once more picked a pawn to sacrifice in her own stead.

...so it was that a goddess' heart was found to be brittle, and too well broken. No longer the most abject vanguard of the ineffable Balance, Emepherea fled into hiding, her location known to precisely none. Not even her celestial daughter, the Guardian of Time Setsuna Meioh, who was - at the least - the first to welcome the goddess back to her realm, and the last to ever interact with her. Tired and old, by exertion of her own profound will to fade away, the Diaduin Emepherea committed one last sin in her own eyes, and gifted the greatest portion of her power - and responsibility - to her child.

But, at the last, she also offered up a mother's love.

She'd have ceased to exist but for this, finding her own forgiveness in a fall of crystal tears. Emepherea is, in truth, no more, but in her place the girl she once created, now full-grown and human in more than just image... Emi Goodman was born, mere months ago, on the roof of the Usual Restaurant. Terrified and alone in her humanity, she fled into the night, leaving her duties behind.

They're no longer hers, after all. In the end, she is no more than she ever wanted to be.

==Pre-Unification Background==
Once seen only as a quirky child stepped out of her proper space and time, this errant goddess has had a long time to grow up. She has fostered an entire world, seen hope live and die a thousand times, and even been banished into the infinite void herself. Now, she has been called upon by her apparent daughter and the Devil himself to fight on the side of Balance once more.

The armies of Hell gather against the Twisted Council, and the Diaduin Emepherea stands in their midst...

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Emi

2026-08-08T05:39:24Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Pronunciation=(em-ee gud-muhn)
|Alias=Em
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|Series=Original
|Alignment=Neutral
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Age=Early 20s
|Birthdate=It's complicated.
|Height=5'1" (154cm)
|Weight=99lbs (45kg)
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'''Formerly Known as''': Diaduin Emepherea
|Extra1=
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Emi's rarely seen without her favourite coat, white with black trim and styled in gothic fashion, flaring out at the cuffs and below the waist, and rising at the neck into a broad, open hood, revealing her narrow shoulders beneath. These are left bare, the girl wearing a white, off the shoulder peasant blouse beneath. Here and there, the gold, silky lining of her coat is visible, matching not only her eyes but the accents on her favourite headphones - seen around her neck when she's not lost in the music. The wire trails away into pockets so expansive she could probably clamber into them. 
 
Her legs are left bare or covered with white leggings as befits the weather, with skirts and belts of various design generally providing thi's fashion choice. Even if she's not wearing them, she usually keeps on her person a pair of white, fur-lined fingerless gloves. Coz they're cosy.
|Extra2=
|Gallery=[[Image:Duckling.jpg|200px|Click here for DuckZilla, Destroyer of Worlds!]]

Quack.
|Skills='''Cooking''' - She sucks at this.

'''Dancing''' - She's not really tried this.

'''Fighting''' - She has the physical power of a three-ply tissue.

'''Talking''' - She's pretty good at this. She is also kind of adorable. Boom! Superpower located.

Oh, you want more? Really? Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you!

'''Sympathetic Godhood''' - Neither a skill nor an ability, arguably a 'power' of sorts, and yet it may be the only thing truly worth mentioning about Emi Goodman. As a former Goddess of Balance who's relinquished her nigh-ultimate power and doesn't bear any (accessible) memory of doing so, she remains spiritually-connected to the plane of Twisted and the multiverse beyond. It's the former that is most concerning, for in passing her impossible might to another, the Diaduin Emepherea has placed Setsuna Meioh in great peril should she, herself, be endangered. Now fully mortal, Emi holds in her unwitting hand the potential to cause a cataclysm. Though she can wield no control herself, it's entirely probable that fate - or the Guardian of Time - may intervene to provide her some means to survive at all costs...

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

She started as an idea, the blazing spark at the soul of a fire that had roared for aeons. The denizens of a world torn apart by the machinations of warring gods - celestial spouses - cried out for balance, in their idolatry raising up a young girl to the heavens. Whether this warrior on the cusp of adulthood were a sacrifice or a willing martyr, none can be sure, but what's known is that as the collective breath of a world was held and caught... that balance was found. The world continued to turn, and it began to heal. Nobody knows what transpired in the kingdom of the gods, however.

Far above, in the shadow of an eternal night, the tiny, nigh-inconsequential being responsible for this turn of the wheel stole away in search of a better life. A humble life. Leaving in her wake the shadow of delirious power, cloaked about the shoulders of the fallen, the creature soon to be known as 'Emi' wound her way through the stars until she reached a gaping chasm within the cosmos; a place where worlds met in a great cataclysm, defying all the laws of nature. This, the blazing spark decided, would be her home. That very night, she wandered barefoot and playful into a bar...

NeoTokyo, it was called, and the 'human' child was quick to befriend a few of the inhabitants. Drawn despite her desire to wield the power bestowed upon her by right of lineage, she fought the most subtle war against order and chaos both, making unlikely friends (and unwitting wards) in the form of a fallen angel and a very human murderer. Much of what passed is known only to those that witnessed it, and the theme continues throughout her existence. Regardless, this world was soon to fall, and the dimunitive goddess - known on her own plane as the Diaduin Emepherea - did what she could to preserve the lives most precious to her. A maniac, and a perpetually-lost girl. Her chosen.

One world fell, and then another, and Emi's quiet machinations served to create - from the ashes of her own love - a third. She placed as protector the maniac redeemed, acting as his sometime friend and omnipresent guardian even in her seeming absence, guiding this virgin plane through the epochs of its evolution. Her hand would be played time and again, the subtlety of her station beginning to fail her further each time. In her desperation and love she even took as scion one of the magically-imbued mortals of this place - the tragic heroine Schala, Princess of Zeal.

It's Setsuna, the Guardian of Time, who now owns the greatest part of Emepherea's power. Her mistake in taking Schala's body was in part redeemed by her more 'humble' station as one of Hell's Councillors, though in thwarting the destruction of Twisted by the terribly-corrupted Guarlesia she overstepped her mark once more. Abusing her power quite visibly and destructively, she had a direct hand in the end of an era, and once more picked a pawn to sacrifice in her own stead.

...so it was that a goddess' heart was found to be brittle, and too well broken. No longer the most abject vanguard of the ineffable Balance, Emepherea fled into hiding, her location known to precisely none. Not even her celestial daughter, the Guardian of Time Setsuna Meioh, who was - at the least - the first to welcome the goddess back to her realm, and the last to ever interact with her. Tired and old, by exertion of her own profound will to fade away, the Diaduin Emepherea committed one last sin in her own eyes, and gifted the greatest portion of her power - and responsibility - to her child.

But, at the last, she also offered up a mother's love.

She'd have ceased to exist but for this, finding her own forgiveness in a fall of crystal tears. Emepherea is, in truth, no more, but in her place the girl she once created, now full-grown and human in more than just image... Emi Goodman was born, mere months ago, on the roof of the Usual Restaurant. Terrified and alone in her humanity, she fled into the night, leaving her duties behind.

They're no longer hers, after all. In the end, she is no more than she ever wanted to be.

==Pre-Unification Background==
Once seen only as a quirky child stepped out of her proper space and time, this errant goddess has had a long time to grow up. She has fostered an entire world, seen hope live and die a thousand times, and even been banished into the infinite void herself. Now, she has been called upon by her apparent daughter and the Devil himself to fight on the side of Balance once more.

The armies of Hell gather against the Twisted Council, and the Diaduin Emepherea stands in their midst...

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2026-08-08T05:36:54Z

Terrybgoode:

@TGrrl

2024-03-05T05:13:57Z

Terrybgoode:

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2020-08-31T19:48:45Z

Terrybgoode:

@TGrrl

2020-08-31T19:40:58Z

Terrybgoode:

Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:40:02Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
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|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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@TGrrl

2020-08-31T19:38:29Z

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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:27:24Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:27:09Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics (X-Factor, X-Force, New Mutants, Nextwave)
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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File:Boom-venture.jpg
File:Boom-red.jpg
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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:25:22Z

Terrybgoode:

File:Boom-venture.jpg

2020-08-31T19:24:34Z

Terrybgoode:

File:Boom-red.jpg

2020-08-31T19:24:22Z

Terrybgoode:

Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:19:46Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics (X-Factor, X-Force, New Mutants, Nextwave)
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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File:Boom-baby.jpg
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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:19:01Z

Terrybgoode: Created page with "{{2019Profile| |Image=Boom-Boom.jpg |Name=Tabitha Smith |Pronunciation=(Like, really?) |Alias=Boom-Boom |Occupation=Special Operative |Series=Marvel Comics (X-Factor, X-Force,..."

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics (X-Factor, X-Force, New Mutants, Nextwave)
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's genuinely kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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2020-08-31T19:16:47Z

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2020-01-22T23:38:42Z

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