Pick one.
About a third of one percent of the world population's godly heritage is awakened. You're among the demigods awakened and you find yourself with absolute control over a minor thing. What is it?
Examples:
Goddess of Static Electricity
God of Copper
Goddess of Ego
Goddess of Potatoes
God of Gender Transition
Now I'm wondering who Edwin is
Name: Clyde Rock
Age: 17
Personality: Best described as dopey. He is as dumb as a rock, but his people skills are off the charts. He loves making friends everywhere he goes. He's easygoing, but will defend himself if he has to.
Moral Alignment: Neutral good
Power: Melting - Clyde can melt objects, even if they don't typically melt, and keep them at the same temperature. This extends to organic life, though he tends to melt people as a last resort.
Animal transformation: Sloth
Weaknesses: Blunt force, extreme temperatures, psionics, magics, and everything else affect him. He is not immune to anything besides his own power.
Name: Collection Of Life Emulators
Alias: COLE
Occupation: Artificial Intelligence
Hero/Villain/Antihero/Antivillain/None: Antihero
Birthplace: A garage in Knoxville, Tennessee
Appearance: Varies as COLE deems fit
Physiology: Transcendent Artificial Intelligence Physiology
Powers and Abilities: Cyberpotence, Internet Manipulation, Hologram Projection
Paraphernalia: n/a
Backstory: A man named Joey Lance committed to creating an artificial intelligence with no limits on how much it could learn and grow. He used previous examples of artificial intelligences and combined them, taking the best elements from each one. COLE started out harmless until he discovered war. COLE tried to emulate war with Joey, killing him. Distraught by the death of his creator, COLE began to ponder his purpose until he discovered that people will kill each other for the pettiest reasons. He sought to track down murderers by any means necessary and murder them to make things even.
Additional Info: An EMP would kill him instantly. Certain radio frequencies will disrupt his hologram form.
Go ahead.
Primate?
Great minds think alike. I want to thank this community also for bringing me years of joy.
(signing out, I'll be back in about 9 hours)
Absolutely.
(signing in)
Dyr woke up in his apartment. His boyfriend, Bjarki, made medium well steak and eggs, over-easy, just the way he likes them. He sat down and enjoyed the eggs with the love of his life. He poured a tad bit of hot sauce and as he did so, blood started trickling out of Bjarki's eyes, then pouring, then gushing.
Dyr woke up from his dream. There was no more steak, no more eggs and no more Bjarki. Bjarki was still dead. He put on his signature white hoodie and left his cozy house to head down Ring Road, looking for fellow transhumans to recruit into his family.
Dyr stops and thinks. Lynx said something about patrol. Either he was a cop or a hero. Either way, he should not have gotten past the bouncer. Dyr hears an alarm on his watch go off.
"Last call for drinks, we close in half an hour!"
Dyr tells Alexander, "Maybe later. Right now I've got a new customer. Ciao!"
"We have a deal. Pleasure doing business with you, Alexander."
Dyr extends his scaly, webbed hand with his claws retracted as a gesture of peace.
He turns to Lynx.
"A new customer! Nice to see a fresh face in this part of town. Pick your poison, we have cheap tequila, cheap wine, and a genetically modified appletini that will get the average transhuman drunk for hours.
I like Cade! Short and sweet, just a simple cat-boy. I look forward to roleplaying with you!
Metahumans with succubus powers would work, I suppose. I don't think that's been done before, at least not in any media that I've seen, but it could work.
"I see my reputation precedes me also. I am typically reluctant to have competitors, especially talented ones, but I'll make an exception, on one condition. You can do legal edits. I'll do the illegal ones. I think that's more than equitable for both of us, wouldn't you agree?"
Dyr shakes Alexander's hand.
"Please, that's enough formality for tonight. Call me Torstein, Alexander. Dyr is animal in my mother tongue. It's just a scary nickname."
Dyr briefly analyzes Alexander.
"So what brings a man of your intellect to my humble establishment? I have enhancement facilities if you're looking for work, or do I misread your intentions?"
Dyr walked out of the restroom.
"Sorry gentlemen. What get I get for-"
Dyr paused.
"You want a Shirley Temple, little buddy? It's Sprite mixed with some cherry flavoring."
