A Grand Battle

There was a moment of silence in the room as the spirits that had been gathered considered the task at hand. It was quickly broken by a grey spectre that introduced itself as Znash.

An organism that rapidly proceeds through stages of its life cycle, growing more complicated and advanced every so often.

“Interesting,” the Indecisive mused. “Am I to-

A robot that is building itself a new body from its framework skeleton.

-assume this-

A dragon, but dragons are actually chunks of dead gods and they collects souls to shepherd them into the next life.

-is a concept-

A space marine with post-traumatic stress disorder from fighting too long against the insectoid aliens.

-you would like-

A pair of anthropomorphized cephalopod disc jockey techno wizards.

-me to look-

An individual who's from an evolutionary branch of humanity and carries with him the memories of his now-extinct human forefathers.

-further into-

An overgrown psychic alien leech inside of a life-support pod mounted on tank treads.

-or do you-

A giant bat.

-have, ahem, a specimen in mind?” The Indecisive finished his sentence and frowned. “Those are some interesting ideas Znash and I will take them into consideration.” Znash’s outburst of creativity complete he slunked down for the moment as though mentally spent, and another spirit, one that was a dark shade of green (india green perhaps) took the opportunity to step forwards.

The Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which may or may not be:
- Highly incompetent
- Entrenched in bureaucracy
- Concepts, rather than actual beings
- Imposters
- A band

As Tutho spoke, his ideas crystallised in the air and formed a neat bullet pointed list. “And they call me indecisive.” The grandmaster of the realm muttered to himself as he scrutinised the list. “Okay this sounds like a viable proposition. Consider the four horsemen to be on the list of battlers… in one form or another; I’ll work it out.” The next spirit to step forwards was a glittering shade of topaz.

An eagle with the power of temporal manipulation.

As Erol proposed this wondrous creature there was a ripple in the fabric of reality itself, and suddenly their locale changed entirely. The elaborate treehouse was gone, replaced with the dispassionate white, grey and pale green tones of a hospital. The specific room in which The Indecisive and the collection of spirits were situated was now an operating theatre. A steel operating table stood in the centre of the room, with a tray of surgical implements next to it. Everything was pristine, or perhaps cleaner; perfectly sterile, every surface was unmarred by human hands. The Indecisive himself was now dressed in surgical scrubs, his face obscured by a facemask, his hair contained within a hairnet.

His brow furrowed and then eventually he said: “Yes. I can make this happen.” He paused, his attention momentarily drawn to a surgical implement a centimetre out of alignment with the others and he ever so cautiously straightened it, and then turned his attention back to the group of spirits. “I have plenty of concepts to be working on for the moment; I understand that it is short notice and you could not have been expected to have such a thing ready but if you do happen to have a candidate for inclusion in the battle, and we really must give this battle a name, then I would appreciate hearing about it.”

Two spirits stepped forwards at once; one that was a shade of earthy brown and one that was a pale cerulean.

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Name: Somn
Gender: N/A
Race: Nightmare
Colour: 33101E
Description: Somn is an incorporeal, intangible ghost until he finds someone or something asleep. He then takes whatever form their nightmares consist of, although his personal flair to any form consists of concealed extra limbs, the smell of stale earth, and a nearly-inaudible noise coming from no particular direction while he is near.
Items/Abilities: Somn is normally tethered to his host of choice, but with sufficient cultivation of his host can begin to mould their dream into a form that better suits him, or gives him more useful capabilities. The host cannot wake up through normal means, but killing them will effectively incapacitate Somn. It finds this highly unpleasant, but has the means to protect its host.
Somn can dematerialise and reappear at will at its host's side if it perceives a threat, and for especially susceptible hosts can manipulate their thoughts into sleep-walking.
Background: Somn is a relatively rare monster from a modernish age with something of a hangover from its high-ish fantasy roots. It takes little interest in most affairs, other than those its perceives as a threat to its existence. These it'll have die in messy ways, if it can't just straight-up catch them when they're sleeping. Malicious by nature, but also cunning in a self-preservative kind of way.

Name: Smith

Gender: Male

Race: Kiira/Human
Kiiras as a species cannot exist on their own. Their eggs are lain in the bodies of other creatures, whose body eventually alters to a state approximating Smith's. Some Kiira's bodies change more, some less. Eventually the Kiira takes over the body, but the original inhabitant remains, trapped inside with no control. Whenever the Kiira arrive on a populated world a bloody war inevitably ensues with the Kiira not resting until they have enslaved the population for reproductive purposes. They are fast and agile, good at climbing and leaping long distances.

Colour: Some sort of grey, maybe?

Description: Uses his speed and agility to get the better of his foes. Attacks with his Kiira arm, which is a long blade. Fancies himself quite the ladies man.

Two dossiers materialised in The Indecisive’s hands. He took a minute to scan through them, throughout which Dotheby stuck his tongue out at the grandmaster in an act that was almost unfathomable in its reasoning. Zachres happened to notice and jammed an ephemereal elbow into Dotheby’s chest before The Indecisive had time to notice such blatant shows of disrespect. They were, after all, guests here in his dominion.

“Yes.” The Indecisive nodded an affirmation. “These are fine examples; I will add them to the list of candidates immediately. Which brings us up to our half way point,” he hesitated and turned his gaze towards the spent grey spirit, “or, potentially more should any of Znash’s ideas prove to be workable.”

An electric blue spectre chirped up, offering its own suggestion.

Someone with the power to interchange bodies with another person upon physical contact, who has long since forgotten their own identity.

“As much as I appreciate your collective enthusiasm, and I will note this down for future consideration, I feel that it is time to cease bandying around ideas and put those we have into motion.”

The Indecisive clicked his fingers and suddenly amongst them there was another man. He was dressed in surgical scrubs but he did not look the part of a doctor. His black hair was slicked back into a quiff and his facial hair was somewhere between that which is popularly known as ‘designer’ stubble’ and a full on beard. He had a world weary look in his eyes and he sighed loudly as the Indecisive gestured at him to put his surgical mask and hairnet on.

“This is Luic. He’s an assistant. Consider him to be at your disposal-”

“Hey, what? I didn’t agree to that!” Luic protested.

“Irrelevant.” The Indecisive replied. “A previous self of mine thought to give them authority in this venture. Whether you take command from them or me, it is the same.” The Indecisive refocused his attention upon the crowd of spirits that had fallen quiet for the moment. “I have some work to do here to put some of your ideas into motion. Take Luic into the world and begin the acquisition of our contestants-”

The character made by the guy who didn't read the OP and made a character designed for fighting and nothing else.

The spectre that spoke up was a foggy black shape with tiny, seemingly distant, specks of light escaping here and there. The Indecisive frowned at this suggestion.

“I don’t understand this spirit. I feel perhaps its words have been rendered insensible by transdimensional interference.” He paused. “Perhaps with time this will clear up? Who can tell?” He shrugged, “I have to go and commence my preparations while I am still in a form that is advantageous to do so. Talk to Luic, tell him what you would have him do.”

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SpoilerI will probably pick one of Sanzh's ideas meaning there's still two spots for characters. The battle still needs to be named and essentially just tell Luic who you want to go and get hold of first. (If there aren't any replies I'll just move it along myself (probably to go and get hold of Somn), I essentially stopped a little short here because the post was getting long as it was and I wanted to address all the commands).