If that means you want to play now, have at it. If you want to be on the waiting list, I stopped using those.

Hey, HK, I've thrown you a PM

Had a long, long chat with HK about...fun stuff.

Anyway, moving my character's embodiment from Entropy to Decay, in accordance with what we discussed

The six people look around, trying to get a better idea of what exactly happened. Or rather, five people, since the sixth is still asleep on the ground. They all remember the man, and how they agreed to his terms, but that does not explain how they got in the alley, or why they can't remember anything, or even where to go from here. Everything goes black in their minds after En accepted their deal.
"Hey, yo, you guys up?"
The five look around, on alert from the new voice. Seemingly coming from nowhere, and yet right among them at the same time. Almost as if the speaker was behind all 5 of them simultaneously.
???: "You're En's new servants, right? Tch. That ♥♥♥hole. Let me guess, you can't remember anything except that horny suited guy cutting a deal with you."
Wassily: "Aye, we are. Who... are you?"
???: "What? Oh jeez, I'm not even- One second."

The five wait, tense as they stay ready for anything to happen at any second. Almost a minute later, just as they're starting to let their guards down, someone drops from the rooftop above the alley, slamming into the ground between the Embodied. As the five stagger back in surprise, the person stands up, and everyone gets their first good look at each other. The new person looks... like a hoodlum. A well loved leather jacket covered in frayed edges and small rips, black jeans equally worn as the jacket, thick tan combat boots, and spiky black hair all add to the look, while the man's expression, an amused and friendly look, with just a touch of boredom, gives him a confident but laid back feeling. He's full of himself, but can probably back up his talk.
More important than any of that are a small set of dark red wings and a similarly colored thin meter long tail, ending in a spade tip. Two small horns poke out from his hair, completing the "devil" look.
Quite the literal hellraiser.

Johnny: "Yo. I'm Johnny, currently En's Champion. You probably already figured this out, but I'm the Embodiment of Devils. The big man claims to be busy, but really he's just a putz and doesn't feel like orienting you guys himself. He does this to everyone. Oh, uh, don't worry about the memories. He always seals them away 'to ensure servants stay focused' but he just likes messing with people. They'll come back when you get released, or if you just get strong enough like I did.
So let's see... He left me a mission for you guys, but uh, you're probably still confused as hell, and in the dark about a lot of details, so that can wait. For now, ask me anything."
Johnny gives a rather infectious grin. He seems pretty nonchalant about it all, sounds like he's used to explaining this to new Embodiments. Wonder what that says about En.

"Those rules sound like common sense to me, so we definitely shouldn't have any problems," He folds his arms and gestures with a small nod to the sleeping sixth member. "But what about this one? Will they be waking up anytime soon?"

>Depart the alley, survey my immediate surroundings and take an inventory of my first Embodiment powers.


That statement is a little vague and might be difficult to write a reasonable response for. Energy has no volume and "pure" energy is not a term that describes anything. Perhaps you could try heating up some air into a contained ball of plasma instead? Move some objects around?

If you go around freely breaking the laws of thermodynamics and summoning energy quantities that basically describe nuclear weapons (if you're implying conversion of a 1 cm radius sphere of matter of average density to energy), then the game is over before it begins.

Look for a nearby flower, or plant, or rat. Pick it up and age it to death. Then bring it back to life.
If successful: evil scientist Heph.
If failure: Sad Mikey.

(Sorry I'm late to the party.)

Name: Matt
Appearance: Caucasian, but with a slightly darker complexion. He looks a lot like your dad. Or brother. Or maybe that one guy you used to know. He just has one of those faces. He has medium-length brown hair, but sometimes things get away from him and it gets kind of long. He wears a lot of t-shirts and jeans, but occasionally wears a collared shirt and dress pants for fancier occasions. A few pounds overweight, but still has an alright physique. Thirty-something in age.

"Hmm... I don't know. I keep to myself a lot and I guess it would be nice if I could get people to just forget about me and leave me alone sometimes."

I can't really ask for much in return. I've never really met "the one", so a guess I would like to meet a woman I could get along with.