Team: n/a

Unique: #47 – La Corona: These Uniques are able to influence and control the minds of any Zero within range. Range increases by tier with S-tier Coronas able to control the world. They are also able to influence lower-tier Uniques. They have no other Unique abilities.

Tier: S+

Login phrase:

AlterNet Character: Roylty





Favorite l.oadout: (can be changed during a pit stop)








Physical Description: a young girl with dark purple hair in a single braid. Purple eyes.

Family: Her parents are Majesty and John.

Background: Majesty has limited control over her Unique ability. Any Zero and many Uniques she talks to will be compelled to do whatever she asks.

Sour- Sweetened (8-07-21)

Parenthood: Majestic (8-15-21)

Royal Encouragement (5-09-22)

Break before Broke (5-14-22)

Heroic Friendship (5-31-22)

Majestic Escape (6-29-22)



Team: Chrome Court

Unique: #37 – El Mundo: These Uniques are the embodied spirit of the Earth they are born on. If a Mundo dies, its Earth also dies. They are able to read and broadcast to the minds of all humans on an Earth. They may also manipulate all the primal elements, and reshape the Earth itself. Mundos are Rooted to their Earth like other Plant souls, and may not leave. Although there are two Munndos that have managed it so far; Peppermint and Meredith. Both are S-∞ tier.

Tier: S-∞

Name: Meredith

AlterNet Character:

Race: TBA

Soul: TBA

Class:   TBA

Spec: TBA

Favorite l.oadout: (can be changed during a pit stop)

Agility: TBA

Charisma: TBA

Dexterity:  TBA

Intelligence: TBA

Stamina: TBA

Strength: TBA

Flair: TBA

Physical Description: short and leathery-bronze skin. Aquamarine stubble/shaved head with a bright red rat tail.

Family: TBA

Background: Meredith is El Mundo of the Chrome Court. Like the rest of them, she’s a dragon too, and as ancient as Ballisea. She makes her home in the sea; but, she insists on being referred to as a sea dragon and not a sea serpent. Chroma asked her to maintain the Nexus Academy server and be its designated Mundo. She is often tasked with rearranging the server to accommodate special events including holiday festivals for the students. Although, she prefers it to be empty when she does.

Unlike most other Mundos, Meredith is able to Traverse between Earths. The only other Mundo capable of this is Peppermint, from Ballisea’s Court. However, Peppermint may only Traverse to an Earth where his plants are planted. Meredith Traverses using the ocean and may visit any Earth.

Her current task involves collecting Voidsteel for Minerva. But, she always finds time to for her hobbies.

Best Buddies (1-23-22)

Rewarding Earth (5-08-22)

Rude. Hospital.

Day after day every day.

Six sugars, three creams

Drinks his coffee the same way

He sits and doodles and schemes.

Then he stands at 9 on the dot.

He grabs his coffee and pad.

He’s out the door by 9:01

Curiosity struck me bad.

“What if he left at 9:02, not one?”

“I could block him,” I thought.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“He’s late a few minutes, five or ten.”

“It was worse than that.

He wasn’t late; didn’t slow at all.

But here I am. In the hospital.”

Odd Ducks

The last thing David wanted that Sunday morning was to think about school. The 12-year-old boy would have preferred to be in his room playing video games. His parents insisted he spend “outside time” at least a couple of hours every week. Not that they worried about him killing brain cells in front of a screen; David knew the real reason. His parents didn’t want David to be an only child anymore. He wished they would ask him his opinion because he loved being alone.

He walked a familiar trail while his mind grumbled at being forced out into the sunshine again. David didn’t pay attention to his surroundings, he just walked. He unconsciously followed the trail into the woods near his house.

A snapping twig caught his attention and he stopped in his tracks. He looked up from the trail and saw a small abandoned cabin in a clearing several meters head. He’d seen the cabin several times, but what drew his attention was the brunette girl walking away from the cabin. She wore a bulging backpack with a rolled tent sitting on top, and a familiar black and gold hoodie.

“Cathy!?” He called out after her. The girl stopped walking and turned calmly; she smiled when she recognized David. Cathy was one of his classmates, though neither considered the other a friend. David didn’t go out of his way to make friends, and neither did Cathy. They were paired for a project once, and it was the best experience David had working with another person. She did all her work and was communicative, but not once did they ever talk about their personal lives. Seeing her reminded David that he had a big week of exams coming up at school; a thought he’d managed to escape most of the weekend.

“Hey, Dave,” she said once he reached her. “What’s up?” she asked as if she didn’t just walk out of an abandoned house on a Sunday morning. Her tone surprised David for a moment; he thought it was obvious what he wanted. He was curious. Then, he remembered it was the first time he’d been curious about anything around her. Their interactions were always mutually beneficial in some way, but this was different.

“Uh… did you camp here…,” he nodded at the abandoned cabin “…last night?” It was a yes or no question and David felt the answer was pretty obvious. She would either say yes or lie. As David tried to plan his response, she surprised him with an unexpected answer.

“Every Friday and Saturday night for the past year,” she said. David sputtered.

“What!? Why!?” He almost asked if she was homeless, but if that were the case it wouldn’t be limited to Friday and Saturday. Cathy stared into his eyes for a moment, hen she gave him an appraising look up and down. After several seconds of silence, she met his eyes again.

“What’s your favorite number?” she asked.

“What?” David asked, then shrugged. “I don’t know, 999 is pretty cool I guess? What does that have to do with you spending the weekends here?” At that question, Cathy burst into a fit of giggles.

“You’d be surprised,” she said. “You must be really curious, you never ask me anything,” she added. David shrugged again.

“I’d rather be at home playing video games, but my parents want me to have a kid brother or sister,” he said. “I got nothing to do and you’re here. You’re pretty cool,” he said. 

“COME ON!” Cathy suddenly grabbed David’s arm and charged back into the cabin dragging him along. David followed her through the dim cabin thankful she was leading him. After several quick turns, they stopped in what David guessed was the master bedroom. It was at least twice as big as David’s own bedroom, but there was hole dug in the middle. The wooden floorboards were gone leaving a pit in the soil.

“What’s going on?” David asked. Cathy was already on her knees unpacking the tent with practiced skill. In minutes she had it up and covering the hole perfectly.

“If I tell you, you won’t believe me. Just do what I tell you, and I’ll explain things when you’re ready,” Cathy replied. “You trust me, right?” David shrugged, then nodded. He hadn’t thought about it until that moment, but he realized that he did in fact trust her.

“Get in,” she said then crawled into the tent. David shrugged, sunk to his knees, then crawled into the tent behind her. Inside, they both sat in the dirt hole side by side. Cathy turned and laid on her back.

“Lay down,” she said. He did. The space was tight with his somewhat larger frame. He felt the cool soil wall of the hole against his right arm and soft warm skin against his left. David noticed the pleasant scent of orange coming from the dark hair next to him.

“Close your eyes,” she said. As he waited for what might happen next he focused on the feeling of her smooth arm against his. He was surprised when the sensation was suddenly gone even though he didn’t feel her move. He felt a gentle breeze rush past his arm where her skin was moments before. “Open your eyes,” she said.

The first thing David realized was that he was standing now. In the middle of an endless amber wheat field under a violet sky. The stringy tops tickled his fingertips.

“Whaa…-,” David started to ask but Cathy interrupted him.

“You wanted to play video games, right? This is where I spend my weekends. Welcome to the AlterNet!”

Sharp Eyes

“Well?” Dana Sharp asked. She stood in front of Cathy with her arms crossed while the confused woman wiggled in her seat.

“Well what?” Cathy asked. She was thrilled to be there, in the office of the most powerful woman in the universe, even if she didn’t know why. Dana Sharp saved the human race from extinction using advanced tech. An hour ago someone showed up at Cathy’s office with an invitation from Dana Sharp. Now the woman she admired was looking down at her expectantly.

“Your favorite number is 52…,” Dana said. Cathy was surprised; she didn’t know she had a favorite number, but as soon as Dana said ’52’ it felt right. “… so, what do you see up here,” Dana wiggled her fingers at the empty spot above her head.

“How-…,” Cathy hesitated for a moment, but she trusted Dana. And she obviously knew something. “How did you know about that?”

“Of course I know,” Dana said. That was the only explanation she gave and it was good enough for Cathy. “So what do you see?” Cathy shook her head and stood with an outstretched hand.

“I need to shake hands to see, but all it tells me is when and where you were born.”

“Interesting,” Dana said then she shook Cathy’s hand. The blonde woman’s attention was focused above Dana’s dark hair. The moment they shook hands her eyes went wide; she yanked her hand away in fear and surprise.

“What is it?” Dana asked.

“Universal Error: Data Not Found,” Cathy said. “That’s what it says for your birthdate.”

“Hmm,” Dana thought for a moment. “We’ll try it with a tattoo; present your arm,” she said.

“Tattoo?” Cathy asked as she rolled her sleeve up.

“Right here is fine,” Dana said. She reached out and traced the number 52 on Cathy’s skin with her fingertip. A cloud of white powder gathered on the spot and Cathy felt a burning, stinging sensation. After a moment the cloud dissipated. It left behind a fresh tattoo of the number 52 on Cathy’s arm. Dana grabbed Cathy’s hand while she was staring at the tattoo and shook it.

“Now what does it say?” she asked.

“Universal Error: Data Not Found,” Cathy repeated, then her eyes widened again when more information appeared. “Universal Error: Soul Not Found. Universal Error: Assigned Middleman Not Found. Universal Error: Afterlife Point Total Not Found.” Cathy’s voice grew softer as her confusion overflowed. “What does it all mean?” she asked.

“It means you’re working for me personally, now.” Dana said. “You’ve got all the information I need.”

“Yes, Ms. Sharp,” Cathy nodded eagerly.

Sharp Bank

“Mr. Samuel Bowman?” Sam opened his front door to find a pair of men in white mechanic’s jumpsuits on his porch. As soon as he opened the door they asked his identity. He nodded, mostly out of curiosity, and caught sight of their name patches. The one that asked his name was Lenny; the other one Mike. They also sported a bright red scissor logo that looked vaguely familiar.

“That’s me,” Sam said. “What can I do for you gentlemen?”

“Did you take out a loan at Sharp Bank six months ago?” Lenny asked. The moment he mentioned the bank, Sam recognized their red logo. It was all over the paperwork he filled out.

“Great, thanks,” Lenny said. He smiled broadly, and Sam saw Mike move in his peripheral vision; he turned just in time to see Mike’s fist flying at him.

“What the hell?” Sam grumbled as he woke up. His head throbbed with pain, but he managed to look around and see he was on his couch in his living room; and, he wasn’t alone. A young red-headed woman in a white dress sat on his easy chair across the coffee table from him.

“Hello Mr. Bowman,” she said.

“What’s going on? What are you doing in my house?”

“Repossession, Mr. Bowman. Not only have you missed your loan payments six months in a row, they also happened to be the first six months of your loan. Sharp Bank has no choice but to assume you have no intention of making your payments.”

“Repossession? Wait a minute… my soul?!” Sam burst into laughter. “You can’t take my soul, I’m still using it!”

“The forms you signed say otherwise,” the woman said.

“No, no way.” Sam sat up straighter and tried to assess the situation. He didn’t see Lenny and Mike anywhere, but they could be outside waiting. He couldn’t just try to run away from her; but, if things got violent he could use her as a hostage. “It was a joke. I wasn’t serious, I didn’t think I’d get the loan.”

“Oh, of course. Well, if it was a joke, I’m sure you’re planning to give back the money. If you just give it to me, I’ll tear up your loan contract and we’ll call it even.”

“I.. I don’t have it,” Sam admitted. “But you can’t take my soul, it’ll kill me! That kind of technology doesn’t even exist!  I was kidding! I’ll start making payments!”

“Mr. Bowman, I’d like to give you some advice. Going forward, it would be in your best interest not to assume the limits of others. Only offer things you’re willing to lose, no matter how unlikely it may seem.” Sam felt relief wash over him. ‘Going forward’ meant alive, and alive meant his soul would remain intact; it sounded like she was giving him a second chance.

“Just because you’re not aware of something existing does not mean it doesn’t exist,” she stood up, and Sam stood with her. It felt like the meeting was over and a part of him wondered if the technology actually existed. Maybe they were just trying to strongarm him into a payment.

“Yes, thank you. I appreciate it so much. I’ll make a payment next month as soon as I can,” he said. The woman tilted her head in confusion.

“Why?” she asked.

“For the loan, so you won’t take my soul. I thought you were giving me another chance,” Sam said. The redhead grinned.

“Why would you think that?” she asked.

“You gave me advice for ‘going forward’,” he said. All his hopes were instantly crushed. “There isn’t much ‘forward’ if I’m dead after you take my soul.” The woman giggled lightly.

“It’s amazing how much you didn’t listen to my advice,” she said. “Not only does the technology to extract souls exist, but we can also do it without killing you.”

“You.. you can do really do that?” Sam asked. The woman nodded.

“Well, do you think you’re dead?” she asked.

“Of course not, I’m here talking to you aren’t I?” he asked, then he saw her raise a single orange-red eyebrow in response. His hands flew to his chest and he started patting himself down as if looking for his wallet. “You took it already?!”

“Of course. It’s property of Sharp Bank now, after all.”

“That’s it?!” Sam didn’t feel any different than before Mike punched him out. If the procedure was already done and he was still standing, he started to feel hope again. If the loan was already paid for, it was one less thing to worry about. “Wow… So I don’t have to worry about my body falling apart without a soul or anything like that?”

“Your soul belongs to us, but your body is another matter. The most humane way to satisfy all parties involved is to give you a new life and a new body. I’m sure you still have questions, but unfortunately, I have other appointments to keep. However, the mannequin will answer any questions you have.”

“Mannequin? What mannequin?”

“This one,” she said. The moment she spoke her pale skin darkened. Her features blurred and in the blink of an eye, a black faceless mannequin stood in her place. It floated off the ground and looked at Sam.

“Welcome to the AlterNet!”

Demonic Do-gooding

“You’ve fallen behind your quota,”

Satan said. He stared at the demon.

Stephen stammered, “Well, Sir, uh-,”

“Save it,” Satan went on.

“This is number eleven.” 

“Hell works a certain way.

When you change what we do

you tip the scales a different way.

I’m afraid you’re through.”

“NO!” Stephen begged and cried.

“It won’t happen again!” he tried

to bargain. Satan sighed.

“It’s too late, Stephen.”

Satan stamped a form in blue.

“Off you go, up to heaven.”


“Now that I’ve made my point,”

the Emperor said with a smile.

He snapped his fingers, “I’ll fix up the joint,”

The rubble reconstructed buildings while

the citizens of the world watched.

“I can wreck the planet,

or I can improve it.

I can not be stopped

while sitting at the top

My magic and dragons are unmatched.”

Stellar Invitation

Christine skated on the empty boardwalk at top speed. She enjoyed the bright sunshine and cool breeze of a Saturday morning. The 17-year-old could skate as fast as she wanted; no one else was around. Christine convinced the entire town that none of them wanted to visit the boardwalk on Saturday mornings.

She did not know how her abilities worked exactly, but over the years she narrowed down the procedure to a touch. She could control someone’s mind after a simple touch. Whatever it was that gave her control also seemed to be infectious. If a person under her control touched someone else, they both fell under her thrall.

Christine tried not to use it too often; she could ‘turn it off’ in people and give them free will again.. at least until Saturdays. It was the one day that she let herself flex her gift for a few hours so she could skate unimpeded. She enjoyed having a relatively normal life. She found enjoyment in doing things ‘the regular way’ without forcing anyone to give her anything.

She was so used to the barren boardwalk that she slowed to a stop when she spotted a girl heading in her direction. Even though Christine stopped skating, the dark-skinned girl kept moving toward her. The stranger had a pair of afro-puffs atop her head tied with bright golden ribbons that swayed with the breeze. She wore a candy apple-red windbreaker and a pair of denim shorts; then, Christine noticed the girl was on skates too.

“Hi!” The stranger rolled to a stop in front of Christine and offered a hand.

“Hi,” Christine replied with less enthusiasm, but she accepted the handshake. She knew one other person was not a big deal, but Christine preferred being alone, even in public. She had grown used to having the beach to herself and wanted to keep the trend. “You want to go home for a few hours and come back later,” Christine willed the thought into the girl’s mind.

“I’m Britt,” she said with a smile.  

“C-Christine,” she introduced herself with a stutter. It confused her that Britt introduced herself at all. “You need to go home,” Christine tried the suggestion again.

“Where is everyone?” Britt asked and spread her arms to gesture at the empty boardwalk.

“Uhh,” Christine shrugged. “It’s like this every Saturday,” she replied. She never needed to practice lying and felt glad that she could get by with a carefully worded truth.

“Awesome,” Britt said. She nodded and her smile grew from ear to ear. “Are you any good with those?” she asked with a glance down at Christine’s skates.

“I can skate without falling over?” Christine shrugged. The fact that Britt seemed immune to her ability bothered Christine more than she wanted to admit. Britt laughed a bit, then elaborated.

“I was thinking of something more competitive. Is roller derby a thing around here?” The question melted Christine’s unease in an instant. One of the more unexpected consequences of her abilities was that she won every game. Somehow even when her opponents had free will, they chose to let her win. She tried to lose dozens of times but still won. But Britt was immune and competitive and they had the whole empty boardwalk to skate on.

“I wish,” Christine replied; she finally added her own smile now that she felt comfortable. “I’ve seen some matches on TV and it looks like a ton of fun.”

“Hmmm,” Britt seemed to be thinking over Christine’s answer. “And what about the AlterNet?” she asked. Christine waited for a moment to let Britt finish her thought.

“Alternate what?” she asked once the silence started to make her uncomfortable. Britt giggled.

“You’d know,” she said. Britt stood up straighter, shifted her weight, and crossed her arms. She looked Christine up and down as if appraising her. “So you’ve only seen derby on TV and you’ve never heard of the AlterNet?” Christine shrugged. The questions seemed rhetorical and didn’t know what else to do. “I’m starting a roller derby team, how’d you like to be on it?”

“Yes!” Christine cheered and hopped in place with excitement.

“But there’s something I have to know first,” Britt said. “Are you fast?”

“Faster than you,” Christine replied with a broad smile.

“Oh yeah?” Britt asked. She moved to stand next to Christine; both of them faced the same direction. Britt crouched to a runner’s position ready to push off with her legs and gestured for Christine to do the same. “Show me.”

Stellar Vision

I could stare into those eyes forever,” Devon mused. He half-listened to   Ester talk about her day. Her toffee-colored eyes distracted him so much that he did not hear the question she asked. He only clued in when he realized she wasn’t speaking anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Devon rubbed his blond hair and gave her an apologetic look. “I kind of got distracted, what’d you say?” She rolled her eyes but he noticed a smile at the edge of her mouth.

“Got distracted? You were looking me right in the eyes,” she said but shook her head. “I asked if you wanted to walk home with me. You live the same direction and,…” she paused and looked around the school grounds. The pair stood at the edge of the property and there were only a handful of students walking in their direction. The group was too far away to hear anything. “… there’s something I want to show you,” Ester said.

“Yeah, definitely!” Devon said “What do you want to show me?” he asked. Ester glanced back at the approaching group then shook her head.

“Not here, let’s walk a bit first,” she said then started walking. They walked in silence for the first couple of blocks. Devon had no shortage of conversational topics, but Ester looked anxious about something. It was the second week of their freshman year, but Devon crushed on Ester the moment he saw her. He was ecstatic to learn they had several classes together. They became fast friends and this was not the first time they walked home together. Though it was the first time she asked.

“My birthday was yesterday,” Ester said suddenly when they reached the third block.

“Oh! Happy belated!” Devon said with a friendly pat on the back. Ester nodded.

“Thanks. But I wanted to tell you about my gift,” she said. She paused in front of an alley then turned into it. Devon followed. The alley was between two tall buildings, each one had a restaurant on the first floor. It grew darker and smelled worse the deeper they went. Finally, Ester stopped at the dead end. It was surprisingly dark considering the sun was still out.

“My dad gave me two things for my birthday,” Ester said. “The first thing he gave me was an explanation…,” she sighed. “…about everything.”  Devon chuckled.

“You got the sex talk for your 14th birthday?!” he said with a broad smile. His smile disappeared when Ester shook her head sternly.

“Not that everything. THE UNIVERSE everything.”

“The universe? How so?” Devon shrugged. “No offense, but what does a tattoo artist know about the universe?” Ester nodded.

“That’s about what I thought until he proved it. Anyway, the second was this,” Ester tugged at the collar of her school uniform to show him her right shoulder. A layer of plastic protected a golden star with the number 35 freshly inked.

“That’s so cool!” Devon was genuinely impressed. “Why 35 though?” he asked.

“It’s my favorite number,” she said.

“Oh, nice. Mine’s 14,” Devon said. Ester nodded. She let go of her collar then relaxed to lower her backpack down to the ground.

“So then…,” she said as she unzipped it and reached in. “…do you have any idea why everything moves so sluggish around us sometimes?” she asked. She pulled out a purple sketchbook from her backpack and looked up at Devon. He tilted his head.

“Why what?” he asked. Ester pointed at something behind him and Devon turned around. He saw a cat floating in mid-air between two overflowing garbage cans. It flew through the air at a turtle’s pace.

“Sometimes when you’re around, time slows down,” Ester said. “Like at school when you said you were ‘distracted‘,” she giggled. “And right now when I showed you my new tattoo.” Ester opened the sketchbook and flipped through the pages. “And I know it’s you doing it,” she added.

“Whoa… what?” Devon said. He was so surprised that the cat completed the jump then ran up the alley at normal speed.

“My dad explained that I can see what people are,” she said. Devon focused on her eyes and was surprised to see golden stars glowing in the toffee-brown of her eyes.

Ester held up the notebook and Devon glanced at it. He immediately recognized himself in the colorless drawing. He was hunched over his desk resting his head on his arms. A black, ghostly cloak rested on his shoulders with its hood pulled down. A large scythe hovered at the ready next to his desk. 

“This is what you are,” she said.