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Name: The destroyer of everything, the commander of the World Eaters, the most hardcore asskicker to ever walk the planet. The totally indestructible Gig. ...But just Gig will do.
Age: He's only been Gig for around 200 years, but... he's pretty damn old.
Birthday: February 15
Game/Series: Soul Nomad and the World Eaters
Staff Member or Student?: Staff. School disciplinary officer.
Appearance: For a guy that's been reborn three times now, Gig hasn't done an awful lot of changing. He appears to be a young man, in spite of his impressive age. His hair is ash-gray and about as scruffy as it gets, typically obscuring one of his eyes in true "I am so dark and mysterious watch me go" fashion. His eyes aren't much more exciting, being a dull gray-blue in color. Heck, the only vivid part of him is the two blue stripes marked under each eye. Why are they there? Why the hell not? They're part of his undefinably awesome Gigness, so don't knock them.
Normally, Gig is surrounded by.. uh... some kind of floating shell-things (as seen here) that mark him as a demigod. They can shift into a scythe or a pair of kickin' rad wings if need be, but they spend most of their time just chilling around him. Upon his arrival in Zenithia, however, they've undergone a slight makeover. They still float, they're just made of brass. And gears. And shit. Whatever. Gig doesn't know or care, as long as the things still work.
As for the rest of his attire... a guy's gotta look sharp, right? Normally, Gig would just go "to hell with your stupid steampunk dressup crap," but he didn't exactly get a chance to do a lot of packing before he came here. Eh, no big. Gig could make a rain poncho look foxy as hell. A white dress shirt, a dull purple vest, a pair of black pants, some nice shoes, and there go you. Dress it up with a thick purple string tie and some of those sleeve-garter-band-whatchamacallits on the forearms, maybe think about a nice hat or a pimpin' cane... yeah, he looks damn good. Not like that's any surprise, though.
Personality: Gig certainly has lots of it. Personality, I mean. Just... not the good kind. In his life as Vigilance, he was soft and merciful. After Drazil got through with his soul? Not so much. Gig is a monster. A demon. A complete and utter hellion. For most of his life, he only had one goal: destruction, simply for the sake of it. To kill this entire world, and kill it dead. Wipe out every last annoying insect -- human, Sepp, Redflank, angel... you name it, he aimed to crush it. He's always been upfront and honest about that much, at least, but he does have the irksome little habit of lying and intentionally obscuring helpful information. There's no such thing as altruism in Gig's world. He doesn't like helping people out unless there's something in it for him. Even then, there's no guarantee that he'll be too concerned with your best interests -- he has a "you scratch my back, I'll crush yours" policy.
Dealing with him generally isn't worth it. If his complete and utter disregard for anything beyond his personal motives isn't offsetting enough, then his demeanor definitely is. Gig is not a friendly guy. Quite the opposite, in fact. You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who could match him when it comes to rudeness, arrogance, and obnoxiousness. He will insult you. To your face. Loudly and publicly. And then laugh. Whatcha gonna do, cry about it? To be fair, Gig's incredible cockiness isn't entirely unfounded. The dude can back his shit up. When you're as strong as he is, you can get away with doing and saying whatever you damn well want. Gig just happens to be very aware of the fact, and he likes to make sure that everyone else is, too. This level of greatness just can't be kept secret.
And guess what else? When you're this good, you don't have to take orders from anybody. Gig... does not like being told what to do. Again, if he's going to act, then he's going to do it because he feels like it. That isn't to say that he can't be controlled -- you just have to know how to appeal to his interests. He went along with Drazil's plans to tear down the world of Haephnes simply because it meant he got to kill anything and everything he saw. He then played along with Virtuous' plan to bind him to some random kid, destroy the World Eaters he once commanded, and stop Drazil in order to restore the flow of souls to Haephnes. Why? Well... okay, he didn't really have much of a say that time, considering he was just a soul squatting in someone else's body. But it felt damn satisfying to kick some ass. And really... at least half of his intervention could simply be chalked up to him wanting to get even with someone who had pissed him off. Gig's not really the type for subtle, convoluted, centuries-long plans. He always has preferred the direct approach. You want something? Take it. You hate something? Destroy it. Not exactly rocket science, but hey... it works.
Truth be told... Gig isn't quite as ruthless as he used to be. The time he spent bonded to Revya and the dreams of his life as Vigilance seem to have taken the edge off. When it comes to his "soulmate" and, to a lesser extent, her retarded little friends... well, okay, they're not so bad. Gig's as abraisive as ever, but their lives aren't totally insignificant. He actually bothered keeping his promise to Revya and that stupid cow, didn't he? He felt remorse for everything he did to the world of Haephnes, didn't he?
Don't you dare go calling him soft, though. The totally indestructable Gig is still just as much of a badass as he always was, and he'll be more than happy to show you just what he's capable of. If you know what's good for you, you won't go messing with him.
Backstory:
Once upon a time, there were two worlds: Silvarant and Tethe'alla Drazil and Haephnes. Each was named after its god, and each possessed a Master of Life and a Master of Death. Their duty was to guide souls in the cycle of rebirth and keep their world in order. Our story is concerned with the world of Haephnes. More specifically, the continent of Prodesto. In the year 525 TA, after centuries of war and bloodshed, the world was unified under the rule of a single extraordinary man: Lord Median the Conqueror. His conquest was supposed to have marked the beginning of an era of peace and harmony... but things didn't quite work out that way. An incurable illness known as Scarlet Iago struck the land, and one of the victims it claimed was the newborn child of Lord Median. In his hour of grief, Median was blessed with the divine whispers of a god. He had already conquered the world, hadn't he? So why... why not conquer death itself? A Master of Death who would take such a young and innocent soul didn't deserve to live. And so Lord Median took up his sword once more, and sought out his world's Master of Death: Vigilance.
Lord Median was mighty indeed. Even though he was only a human, he killed Vigilance. Haephnes' Master of Life, Virtuous, slew Median shortly afterwards; if both the Masters of Life and Death were killed, after all, then the world would collapse. She simply couldn't take that risk. And so, in the year 535 TA, the world lost its leader and began to slip once more into chaos. Median's daughter, Layna the Firebrand, stepped up to the plate fifteen years later, convincing the world leaders to negotiate treaties with one another. The world once more settled into tranquility.
In the meantime, Vigilance's soul had passed on, intended to enter the cycle of rebirth. It didn't quite work out that way, however. His soul was intercepted by Drazil, the god of the other world. The divine voice that had tempted Median to take up arms against the Master of Death? Drazil himself. He took Vigilance's soul and corrupted it, shaping him into the perfect pawn to tear down the world of Haephnes. And so, Gig was born.
600 TA. Haephnes was once again graced with the presence of a Master of Death. This time, he appeared with three massive, fearsome beings known as World Eaters under his command. Gig begans a merciless killing spree. The world fell into terror and disorder, Layna's treaties shattered by the stress of Gig's rampage. It would have surely been the end of Haephnes, had Layna not rallied her troops and faced Gig in battle. The queen gave her life in order to stop Gig. Not by killing him, but by sealing his soul within an onyx sword.
800 TA. Ever since the defeat of the Master of Death, the World Eaters remained on the planet, biding their time. Lady Layna, strangely enough, seemed to be alive and well... and over 250 years old. She lived in a place known simply as the Hidden Village. As per the village's time-honored tradition, there were a pair of seventeen-year-olds who were to choose their weapons and take their place in the village as warriors. The first was a young Sepp, or cow-girl, named Danette. She was given her choice of weapons. The second, a human by the name of Revya, was offered no choice. She was simply handed a sword... one with a blade of onyx.
After two hundred long years, Gig was finally being given a sacrificial lamb. With a body to take over, he could finally finish what he'd started centuries ago. His soul was partially bonded to Revya's, but a powerful seal prevented him from simply devouring hers entirely. Okay, fine. No big. He'd just tell her to give up control of her body. Huh. No dice. So Gig worked out a deal: Revya could borrow a little of his power. Just a little. But if she wanted more -- the full power of a god -- then it was going to cost her. The more of his power she used, the more control he gained.
Okay, great. So what did she need power for? Easy. Lady Layna had given her that sword for a reason: so Revya could use Gig's power to destroy the World Eaters. If they weren't killed, then the land would continue to slowly wither and die. So Gig, his shiny new soulmate, and his shiny new soulmate's retarded bovine buddy all embarked on a grand journey to kill the very things he had once commanded. It was a long and arduous path. They gained new allies, felt bitter betrayal, and got dragged through more annoying, pointless crap than Gig had patience for. With more than a little help from Gig's incredible power, the three World Eaters fell. Feinne, Thuris, and Raksha were all destroyed. As they journeyed on, the bond between Gig's and Revya's souls strengthened. The two of them began experiencing dreams of their pasts. Gig saw fragments of his rampage 200 years ago... and of his former life as Vigilance. Revya... strange memories of a mighty conqueror and of a winged woman singing a lullaby.
Slowly, the pieces began to fall into place. It wasn't enough to just destroy the World Eaters. Haephnes was still without a proper Master of Death. The Masters of Life and Death in Drazil, Gamma and Joules, were keeping all the souls in Drazil, leaving the other world to simply rot. In order to save Haephnes, it would be necessary to travel to Drazil and stop them. Once they slipped into the world of Drazil, Gig and Revya were confronted with a strange sight. Every single citizen of Drazil looked exactly the same; they were perfectly identical to Revya herself. The only one in Drazil who wasn't her mirror image was a young girl... Layna the Firebrand. As in, Lady Layna. As in... the old crone who was supposed to have died sealing Gig 200 years ago, but was somehow magically alive 250+ years later.
And finally, it was all explained. Gig's former life as Virtuous and Drazil's corruption of his soul. Layna truly was killed trying to seal Gig all those years ago. It was Virtuous, Master of Life, who stepped into her body and bonded with her, much as Gig and Revya had done, to strike Gig down. Virtuous remained in Haephnes as "Layna," while the soul of the real Layna was sent to Drazil... as a World Eater. And she wasn't the only one. Another World Eater was made. Remember Lord Median's other child? The one who died as an infant to Scarlet Iago? That baby's soul was placed into the body of a Drazilian and sent to Haephnes so that one day, it could bond with the sealed soul of Gig.
So they'd been jerked along by Virtuous this whole time, huh? Well, hell, Gig couldn't have cared less. He had a score to settle with Drazil. If that happened to go along with some decrepit old hag's wishes, then good for her. Drazil, Gamma, and Joules proved to be tough adversaries, however. In order to win, Revya finally offered to surrender her body completely to Gig. Exactly what Gig had been aiming for all along, right?
But suddenly... destroying everything in Haephnes wasn't all that important anymore. Certainly not worth the kid's soul vanishing forever. So Gig ordered her to lend him her power as a World Eater, with assurances that she could have her body back afterwards -- basically the opposite of his original plan. Revya agreed, the seal between them was lifted, and Gig was able to unleash his full strength. He slew Drazil, Gamma, and Joules in one fell swoop. Victory was theirs, and the flow of souls in Haephnes was restored. It came at a high price, however; Gig's soul was extinguished, his presence completely gone from Revya's body.
If you think the totally indestructible Gig would just up and vanish for good, however, then you really aren't that bright. One year later, he returned to Haephnes in a body of his own. While that whole "destroy everything for shits and giggles" thing wasn't much of a priority anymore, there was no way he'd be happy just doing nothing. With Revya by his side, he set off on a journey for the ultimate treasure, the very pinnacle of deliciousness, the fabled Golden Hotpod.
Canon Standing:
The end of Soul Nomad. I went with the normal path, female Revya, and the Gig ending. If anyone else wants to app demon path/male Revya/a different ending, I'm cool with it if the mods are. We can blame it on alternate universes ooeoeeooo.
The Calling: So, there they were. Hunting for the Golden Hotpod, right? It was supposed to be up at the top of some mountain, and they were getting real close to the peak. So close Gig could almost tastes that hotpod. So while the kid's getting her stupid beauty rest in, some clown shows up. Literally. A clown. He tells Gig he's keeper of the Golden Hotpod, and Gig has proven himself worthy. So he offers to take Gig to it, and of course, Gig's all "hell yeah, show me the hotpods."
Except then he shows up on some rock in the middle of the sky.
And the clown tells him that he's supposed to go babysit some kids or some bullshit like that.
The kid's nowhere in sight.
And neither is the Golden Hotpod.
Gig is pissed.
Anything Else?:
- Hotpods. *D* They are the single most delicious food to ever spring from the earth, and Gig's one true love. Even if he were to destroy everything, he would keep hotpods. They're that good.
- In addition to being a complete badass, Gig has a handy little special ability: the power of Dominion. With it, he can dominate others. No, not in the kinky way, freak. Dominating others means that they receive a power boost from Gig, making them stronger. In return, he has the ability to summon them to do his bidding. The only problem is that you can't dominate someone who refuses to submit. After they've been dominated, they can also refuse to be summoned, or strike out against the one who dominated them. It can't strip a person of their free will and just grab them -- unless Gig is using a Kidnap Gig Edict, but that only works on NPCs. And nobody cares about those.
- When dominating someone, a little doll of the person in question is formed. Gig can then arrange these dolls in "rooms" with certain decors in order to give them even more of an advantage. No, it's not playing with dollies. Call it that and your ass is grass.
- Spending all that time as a man literally trapped in a woman's body has done nothing to affect his self-image. The only part that gave him any lasting scars was that special time of the month. 8(
In Character Example Post
Hmph. The assclown tells me I'm not getting home unless I play along. He's got some balls to try and tell me what to do. People who wanna tell me what to do with my life don't end up hanging on to theirs for much longer. But you know what? Fine. Okay. I'm a good sport. I'm willing to let it go. No hard feelings, honest. ...Hehe.
So listen up, numbnuts. I'll be keeping your asses in line from now on. The clown wants Uncle Gig to make sure all widdle kiddies play nice? Then Uncle Gig's gonna do just that. You insects better not piss me off, or I'll spank you good. We clear?
Age: He's only been Gig for around 200 years, but... he's pretty damn old.
Birthday: February 15
Game/Series: Soul Nomad and the World Eaters
Staff Member or Student?: Staff. School disciplinary officer.
Appearance: For a guy that's been reborn three times now, Gig hasn't done an awful lot of changing. He appears to be a young man, in spite of his impressive age. His hair is ash-gray and about as scruffy as it gets, typically obscuring one of his eyes in true "I am so dark and mysterious watch me go" fashion. His eyes aren't much more exciting, being a dull gray-blue in color. Heck, the only vivid part of him is the two blue stripes marked under each eye. Why are they there? Why the hell not? They're part of his undefinably awesome Gigness, so don't knock them.
Normally, Gig is surrounded by.. uh... some kind of floating shell-things (as seen here) that mark him as a demigod. They can shift into a scythe or a pair of kickin' rad wings if need be, but they spend most of their time just chilling around him. Upon his arrival in Zenithia, however, they've undergone a slight makeover. They still float, they're just made of brass. And gears. And shit. Whatever. Gig doesn't know or care, as long as the things still work.
As for the rest of his attire... a guy's gotta look sharp, right? Normally, Gig would just go "to hell with your stupid steampunk dressup crap," but he didn't exactly get a chance to do a lot of packing before he came here. Eh, no big. Gig could make a rain poncho look foxy as hell. A white dress shirt, a dull purple vest, a pair of black pants, some nice shoes, and there go you. Dress it up with a thick purple string tie and some of those sleeve-garter-band-whatchamacallits on the forearms, maybe think about a nice hat or a pimpin' cane... yeah, he looks damn good. Not like that's any surprise, though.
Personality: Gig certainly has lots of it. Personality, I mean. Just... not the good kind. In his life as Vigilance, he was soft and merciful. After Drazil got through with his soul? Not so much. Gig is a monster. A demon. A complete and utter hellion. For most of his life, he only had one goal: destruction, simply for the sake of it. To kill this entire world, and kill it dead. Wipe out every last annoying insect -- human, Sepp, Redflank, angel... you name it, he aimed to crush it. He's always been upfront and honest about that much, at least, but he does have the irksome little habit of lying and intentionally obscuring helpful information. There's no such thing as altruism in Gig's world. He doesn't like helping people out unless there's something in it for him. Even then, there's no guarantee that he'll be too concerned with your best interests -- he has a "you scratch my back, I'll crush yours" policy.
Dealing with him generally isn't worth it. If his complete and utter disregard for anything beyond his personal motives isn't offsetting enough, then his demeanor definitely is. Gig is not a friendly guy. Quite the opposite, in fact. You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who could match him when it comes to rudeness, arrogance, and obnoxiousness. He will insult you. To your face. Loudly and publicly. And then laugh. Whatcha gonna do, cry about it? To be fair, Gig's incredible cockiness isn't entirely unfounded. The dude can back his shit up. When you're as strong as he is, you can get away with doing and saying whatever you damn well want. Gig just happens to be very aware of the fact, and he likes to make sure that everyone else is, too. This level of greatness just can't be kept secret.
And guess what else? When you're this good, you don't have to take orders from anybody. Gig... does not like being told what to do. Again, if he's going to act, then he's going to do it because he feels like it. That isn't to say that he can't be controlled -- you just have to know how to appeal to his interests. He went along with Drazil's plans to tear down the world of Haephnes simply because it meant he got to kill anything and everything he saw. He then played along with Virtuous' plan to bind him to some random kid, destroy the World Eaters he once commanded, and stop Drazil in order to restore the flow of souls to Haephnes. Why? Well... okay, he didn't really have much of a say that time, considering he was just a soul squatting in someone else's body. But it felt damn satisfying to kick some ass. And really... at least half of his intervention could simply be chalked up to him wanting to get even with someone who had pissed him off. Gig's not really the type for subtle, convoluted, centuries-long plans. He always has preferred the direct approach. You want something? Take it. You hate something? Destroy it. Not exactly rocket science, but hey... it works.
Truth be told... Gig isn't quite as ruthless as he used to be. The time he spent bonded to Revya and the dreams of his life as Vigilance seem to have taken the edge off. When it comes to his "soulmate" and, to a lesser extent, her retarded little friends... well, okay, they're not so bad. Gig's as abraisive as ever, but their lives aren't totally insignificant. He actually bothered keeping his promise to Revya and that stupid cow, didn't he? He felt remorse for everything he did to the world of Haephnes, didn't he?
Don't you dare go calling him soft, though. The totally indestructable Gig is still just as much of a badass as he always was, and he'll be more than happy to show you just what he's capable of. If you know what's good for you, you won't go messing with him.
Backstory:
Once upon a time, there were two worlds: Silvarant and Tethe'alla Drazil and Haephnes. Each was named after its god, and each possessed a Master of Life and a Master of Death. Their duty was to guide souls in the cycle of rebirth and keep their world in order. Our story is concerned with the world of Haephnes. More specifically, the continent of Prodesto. In the year 525 TA, after centuries of war and bloodshed, the world was unified under the rule of a single extraordinary man: Lord Median the Conqueror. His conquest was supposed to have marked the beginning of an era of peace and harmony... but things didn't quite work out that way. An incurable illness known as Scarlet Iago struck the land, and one of the victims it claimed was the newborn child of Lord Median. In his hour of grief, Median was blessed with the divine whispers of a god. He had already conquered the world, hadn't he? So why... why not conquer death itself? A Master of Death who would take such a young and innocent soul didn't deserve to live. And so Lord Median took up his sword once more, and sought out his world's Master of Death: Vigilance.
Lord Median was mighty indeed. Even though he was only a human, he killed Vigilance. Haephnes' Master of Life, Virtuous, slew Median shortly afterwards; if both the Masters of Life and Death were killed, after all, then the world would collapse. She simply couldn't take that risk. And so, in the year 535 TA, the world lost its leader and began to slip once more into chaos. Median's daughter, Layna the Firebrand, stepped up to the plate fifteen years later, convincing the world leaders to negotiate treaties with one another. The world once more settled into tranquility.
In the meantime, Vigilance's soul had passed on, intended to enter the cycle of rebirth. It didn't quite work out that way, however. His soul was intercepted by Drazil, the god of the other world. The divine voice that had tempted Median to take up arms against the Master of Death? Drazil himself. He took Vigilance's soul and corrupted it, shaping him into the perfect pawn to tear down the world of Haephnes. And so, Gig was born.
600 TA. Haephnes was once again graced with the presence of a Master of Death. This time, he appeared with three massive, fearsome beings known as World Eaters under his command. Gig begans a merciless killing spree. The world fell into terror and disorder, Layna's treaties shattered by the stress of Gig's rampage. It would have surely been the end of Haephnes, had Layna not rallied her troops and faced Gig in battle. The queen gave her life in order to stop Gig. Not by killing him, but by sealing his soul within an onyx sword.
800 TA. Ever since the defeat of the Master of Death, the World Eaters remained on the planet, biding their time. Lady Layna, strangely enough, seemed to be alive and well... and over 250 years old. She lived in a place known simply as the Hidden Village. As per the village's time-honored tradition, there were a pair of seventeen-year-olds who were to choose their weapons and take their place in the village as warriors. The first was a young Sepp, or cow-girl, named Danette. She was given her choice of weapons. The second, a human by the name of Revya, was offered no choice. She was simply handed a sword... one with a blade of onyx.
After two hundred long years, Gig was finally being given a sacrificial lamb. With a body to take over, he could finally finish what he'd started centuries ago. His soul was partially bonded to Revya's, but a powerful seal prevented him from simply devouring hers entirely. Okay, fine. No big. He'd just tell her to give up control of her body. Huh. No dice. So Gig worked out a deal: Revya could borrow a little of his power. Just a little. But if she wanted more -- the full power of a god -- then it was going to cost her. The more of his power she used, the more control he gained.
Okay, great. So what did she need power for? Easy. Lady Layna had given her that sword for a reason: so Revya could use Gig's power to destroy the World Eaters. If they weren't killed, then the land would continue to slowly wither and die. So Gig, his shiny new soulmate, and his shiny new soulmate's retarded bovine buddy all embarked on a grand journey to kill the very things he had once commanded. It was a long and arduous path. They gained new allies, felt bitter betrayal, and got dragged through more annoying, pointless crap than Gig had patience for. With more than a little help from Gig's incredible power, the three World Eaters fell. Feinne, Thuris, and Raksha were all destroyed. As they journeyed on, the bond between Gig's and Revya's souls strengthened. The two of them began experiencing dreams of their pasts. Gig saw fragments of his rampage 200 years ago... and of his former life as Vigilance. Revya... strange memories of a mighty conqueror and of a winged woman singing a lullaby.
Slowly, the pieces began to fall into place. It wasn't enough to just destroy the World Eaters. Haephnes was still without a proper Master of Death. The Masters of Life and Death in Drazil, Gamma and Joules, were keeping all the souls in Drazil, leaving the other world to simply rot. In order to save Haephnes, it would be necessary to travel to Drazil and stop them. Once they slipped into the world of Drazil, Gig and Revya were confronted with a strange sight. Every single citizen of Drazil looked exactly the same; they were perfectly identical to Revya herself. The only one in Drazil who wasn't her mirror image was a young girl... Layna the Firebrand. As in, Lady Layna. As in... the old crone who was supposed to have died sealing Gig 200 years ago, but was somehow magically alive 250+ years later.
And finally, it was all explained. Gig's former life as Virtuous and Drazil's corruption of his soul. Layna truly was killed trying to seal Gig all those years ago. It was Virtuous, Master of Life, who stepped into her body and bonded with her, much as Gig and Revya had done, to strike Gig down. Virtuous remained in Haephnes as "Layna," while the soul of the real Layna was sent to Drazil... as a World Eater. And she wasn't the only one. Another World Eater was made. Remember Lord Median's other child? The one who died as an infant to Scarlet Iago? That baby's soul was placed into the body of a Drazilian and sent to Haephnes so that one day, it could bond with the sealed soul of Gig.
So they'd been jerked along by Virtuous this whole time, huh? Well, hell, Gig couldn't have cared less. He had a score to settle with Drazil. If that happened to go along with some decrepit old hag's wishes, then good for her. Drazil, Gamma, and Joules proved to be tough adversaries, however. In order to win, Revya finally offered to surrender her body completely to Gig. Exactly what Gig had been aiming for all along, right?
But suddenly... destroying everything in Haephnes wasn't all that important anymore. Certainly not worth the kid's soul vanishing forever. So Gig ordered her to lend him her power as a World Eater, with assurances that she could have her body back afterwards -- basically the opposite of his original plan. Revya agreed, the seal between them was lifted, and Gig was able to unleash his full strength. He slew Drazil, Gamma, and Joules in one fell swoop. Victory was theirs, and the flow of souls in Haephnes was restored. It came at a high price, however; Gig's soul was extinguished, his presence completely gone from Revya's body.
If you think the totally indestructible Gig would just up and vanish for good, however, then you really aren't that bright. One year later, he returned to Haephnes in a body of his own. While that whole "destroy everything for shits and giggles" thing wasn't much of a priority anymore, there was no way he'd be happy just doing nothing. With Revya by his side, he set off on a journey for the ultimate treasure, the very pinnacle of deliciousness, the fabled Golden Hotpod.
Canon Standing:
The end of Soul Nomad. I went with the normal path, female Revya, and the Gig ending. If anyone else wants to app demon path/male Revya/a different ending, I'm cool with it if the mods are. We can blame it on alternate universes ooeoeeooo.
The Calling: So, there they were. Hunting for the Golden Hotpod, right? It was supposed to be up at the top of some mountain, and they were getting real close to the peak. So close Gig could almost tastes that hotpod. So while the kid's getting her stupid beauty rest in, some clown shows up. Literally. A clown. He tells Gig he's keeper of the Golden Hotpod, and Gig has proven himself worthy. So he offers to take Gig to it, and of course, Gig's all "hell yeah, show me the hotpods."
Except then he shows up on some rock in the middle of the sky.
And the clown tells him that he's supposed to go babysit some kids or some bullshit like that.
The kid's nowhere in sight.
And neither is the Golden Hotpod.
Gig is pissed.
Anything Else?:
- Hotpods. *D* They are the single most delicious food to ever spring from the earth, and Gig's one true love. Even if he were to destroy everything, he would keep hotpods. They're that good.
- In addition to being a complete badass, Gig has a handy little special ability: the power of Dominion. With it, he can dominate others. No, not in the kinky way, freak. Dominating others means that they receive a power boost from Gig, making them stronger. In return, he has the ability to summon them to do his bidding. The only problem is that you can't dominate someone who refuses to submit. After they've been dominated, they can also refuse to be summoned, or strike out against the one who dominated them. It can't strip a person of their free will and just grab them -- unless Gig is using a Kidnap Gig Edict, but that only works on NPCs. And nobody cares about those.
- When dominating someone, a little doll of the person in question is formed. Gig can then arrange these dolls in "rooms" with certain decors in order to give them even more of an advantage. No, it's not playing with dollies. Call it that and your ass is grass.
- Spending all that time as a man literally trapped in a woman's body has done nothing to affect his self-image. The only part that gave him any lasting scars was that special time of the month. 8(
In Character Example Post
Hmph. The assclown tells me I'm not getting home unless I play along. He's got some balls to try and tell me what to do. People who wanna tell me what to do with my life don't end up hanging on to theirs for much longer. But you know what? Fine. Okay. I'm a good sport. I'm willing to let it go. No hard feelings, honest. ...Hehe.
So listen up, numbnuts. I'll be keeping your asses in line from now on. The clown wants Uncle Gig to make sure all widdle kiddies play nice? Then Uncle Gig's gonna do just that. You insects better not piss me off, or I'll spank you good. We clear?