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Name/Aliases: William Adison / Gunoh Kelsa Uk / Tempest
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
Civilian - Standing at 6’1” Will could be considered to be in the peak of his physical state. Short trimmed black hair cut in a neat fashion is accompanied by a modern sharp and groomed beard. Not a superstar by any chance but he is still considered attractive. Underneath his well-presented exterior however, is a scarred body. The expensive suits hide flesh that has been torn, cut and burnt many times. Almost 40% of Will’s skin is comprised of scar tissue. Whilst extensive and reliable regenerative medical technology exists, he is stubborn in refusal his to undergo such treatment as the wounds have meaning to him. On the back of both palms he bears a branded mark, seemingly infused by something more than a flame brand; ψ
Tempest – Tintrayach Energy Manipulation Prototype & Embedded Software Testbed
The T-4 is the first field worthy and operationally functioning version of the Tempest battle suit and thus the first, and current suit to actually be worn by William. It was developed and produced solely by the genius mind of Collin Gamble, Will’s lifelong friend, and conveniently head of Adisoncorp’s Advanced Research, R&D department.
The bottom half of the suit is similar to modern army standard combat armour. It is designed to offer flexibility and a large degree of movement whilst still providing high quality protection. This is achieved using Polynesiphenylene-Cruaphthalamide, commonly referred to as its product name ‘Cuvlact’. Cuvlact is a material with huge tensile strength made with overlapping, interwoven layers of Kevlar and Cuvantis, a little understood hard to obtain material with discernibly otherworldly characteristics. It is stab proof, mostly bulletproof and protects against kinetics. The implementation of this material in the T-4 allows for a great balance of protection and mobility where the lower body is concerned; assuming the user can avoid being shot in the leg too frequently. Some metal plating is implemented in the boots and the less mobile parts of the lower body.
The upper half of the T-4 however, is much a different story. A heavy one-of-a-kind battle armour comprises this section of the suit. Dense metal plates and basic kinetic barriers offer much more protection than the lower half, but with the obvious restrictiveness in the mobility department. Will is a hand to hand combat fighter by nature however, and the metal suit does not serve the function of protection as its primary utility. Its real function is the containment, channelling and control of Will’s powers; the ability to generate lightning and kinetic blasts (see history and powers section for more details). The suit acts somewhat like a battery, storing reservoirs of Will’s power which are used for two reasons. Firstly to ensure there is constantly an energy reserve for Will to use and secondly, even more importantly, to limit the amount of energy expended in a single blast. Of course, the joint areas of the suit feature the same way, so as to limit the mobility reduction.
Finally, the helm of the suit is a sophisticated battlefield computer. Will cannot see directly from within in the helmet. Instead information is fed to him through four sensors on the exterior of the helmet and displayed to him in a complex but intuitive internal heads-up display. It features night vision, sonar, infra-red, uv and other modes such as target tagging.
The T-4 also has a half-cape. Why? Because if Collin has to go to the immense effort of producing these suits, he gets to give it a fricking cape, that’s why.
For a visual idea of what the suit looks like it’d be quite similar to this awesome piece.
Personality:
“You’re turning out to be a proper hero Will.”
“Oh shut it.”
William’s attitude seems to only take two forms: irritated or irritating. Whilst he mostly presents himself in a light-hearted if somewhat patronising manner, he doesn’t take too well to genuine harassment or intimidation. By no measure an unintelligent man, Will does though find himself often playing the sardonic asshat due to the annoyingly ridiculous level of intelligence of most people he keeps company with these days, especially the one always by his side; Collin.
History:
Born into the Adison business empire, Will from the outset had advantages that most are bereft of by circumstance. Adisoncorp has had its fingers in many pots, but mostly deals with commercial technology R&D and some less than savoury practices. Will is the second son, his older brother Harry born five years before him. Their father, Walter, was an unpleasant, cold but fair man. He was by no means an absent or interested parent but nor was he a charitable one. His privileged childhood did much to keep Will sheltered from some of Enduwin’s harsher realities, at least at first.
At several stages in his early life Will has had minor ‘occurrences’. Inconsequential on their own, but thought provoking when laid out together. Electronics frizzing off sporadically, incongruous movement of objects when reacted to something quickly. Thoughts of it being tangible, of something truly being there were buried by his ‘logical’ mind. Over time, throughout his childhood though, these thoughts grew, as did the true cause.
Through his adolescence and rebellious anti-establishment period, Will learned a lot of what really made humanity tick. Albeit to him the ‘establishment’ was nothing more than his parents, and his acts of dissent mostly involved skipping off classes and wandering the less than reputable parts of Fortitude City. It was in these teen years that Will would meet probably the most important person in his life so far, other than himself, Collin.
Collin was everything he was not; book smart, optimistic and as poor as a church mouse. By the time the pair were fifteen they were as thick as thieves; literally. Will out of a rebellious spurn of capitalism and Collin often out of necessity. Idealistic visions of petty crime soon turned to eye-opening cataclysms of what a life of crime was really like. Things happened that set about turning the two back on the straight and narrow, conversations had, events seen, neither seems wanting or willing to discuss it. Will eventually demanded of his father that either he be allowed to attend the public school Collin was about to entire for his final three years before the possibility of University, or else pay for Collin to attend Redwell Prepatory School, the establishment against which he was currently revolting. After much heated debate including words such as ‘poverty’, ‘prick’, ‘pompous’ and ‘vermin’ Walter eventually let his social barriers down for the apparent benefit of his child.
Now, Mrs. Gamble was a proud working class mother, not one to take charity without a dent in her pride, and she utterly refused to accept anything from the Adisons other than with regards to her son’s education. Laying down pride for her child, much like Walter Adison.
The years encompassing Will’s life from this point are pretty much a blank. Absolute refusal on his part to discuss it and lack of any physical or digital evidence. Returning to Fortitude recently Will found himself the remaining living Adison in the city, his inherited shares in the company also gone years ago with assumed death. Parents and brother both died of natural causes, and the company was passed into public stock exchange with no heir.
The source of his powers remain a mystery however, Will does have a perfectly concocted cover-story should it ever become necessary to ‘divulge’. Actual knowledge of the source of his power is, in his opinion, could wreathe the world asunder. What he has divulged to Collin is that he isn't a naturally born son of the Adisons. He is a genetically manufactured life that isn't technically human.
The Following Is The Summary Report On URE Identified As Tempest
Equipment:
-T.E.M.P.E.S.T.
Highly sophisticated battle armour designed, built and maintained by the tech savvy little genius that is Collin Gamble. The suit has many functions but its three primary uses are: Control of Will’s powers, protection from the people inevitably attempting to kill the vigilante and enhancement of sensory input to give a tactical advantage in the field.
-Money
Despite his shares having been liquidated without his consent due to a clause being enacted assuming his was dead, the personal material wealth of his family was bestowed upon him after his eventual return. He’d never admit it, but it is realistically his single greatest asset.
-Collin Gamble
Tempest is a three pronged system: William, the suit and Collin. Each needs the other two for anything to actual happen. When his childhood friend reappeared under circumstances more conspicuous than anything other than the initial vanishing, Collin was sceptical to say the least. Sceptical and furious that is. Surprising how the one person to whom you can talk to about some rather horrifying elements of your past reappearing after nearly a decade and demanding your help and silence can truly and utterly drive even a calm man to rage. Followed by eventual begrudging acceptance.
Currently Collin is the Director Of Advanced Research at Adisoncorp, an ambiguous but noteworthy title . Along with Will, he located Adisoncorps decades old, failed weapons test facility on the city’s outskirts. They then went to extensive effort to clear it out and relocate the equipment to a secure facility in the city centre. Here, sleepless nights, a huge pool of money, a spark of genius and a bit of blind luck eventually lead to the functioning T4.
Skills:
Beyond the scope of his powers, Will has a superb mastery of Shin Ju Naoi, the art of hand to hand combat crafted and perfected by the shadowy group of monks known as the White Hand.
The only thing sharper than his reflexes is his wit, or so he claims.
Powers
His outward aesthetic physiology is almost identical to human but internally he has incredibly dense and functioning stacks of electroplaques. The Tempest suit and it's incorporated power core focus the energy from these stacks which function as voltaic piles. The main functions of the suit in this regard are creating potential differences as need so as to 'aim' the electrical energy, and the conversion to kinetic energy and subsequent projection of it. The power core was found in the abandoned Adisoncorp lab and Will has convinced Collin of its magical origin. Strange, that such a powerful object would be left behind.
Essential Information
Name/Aliases: William Adison / Gunoh Kelsa Uk / Tempest
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
Civilian - Standing at 6’1” Will could be considered to be in the peak of his physical state. Short trimmed black hair cut in a neat fashion is accompanied by a modern sharp and groomed beard. Not a superstar by any chance but he is still considered attractive. Underneath his well-presented exterior however, is a scarred body. The expensive suits hide flesh that has been torn, cut and burnt many times. Almost 40% of Will’s skin is comprised of scar tissue. Whilst extensive and reliable regenerative medical technology exists, he is stubborn in refusal his to undergo such treatment as the wounds have meaning to him. On the back of both palms he bears a branded mark, seemingly infused by something more than a flame brand; ψ
Tempest – Tintrayach Energy Manipulation Prototype & Embedded Software Testbed
The T-4 is the first field worthy and operationally functioning version of the Tempest battle suit and thus the first, and current suit to actually be worn by William. It was developed and produced solely by the genius mind of Collin Gamble, Will’s lifelong friend, and conveniently head of Adisoncorp’s Advanced Research, R&D department.
The bottom half of the suit is similar to modern army standard combat armour. It is designed to offer flexibility and a large degree of movement whilst still providing high quality protection. This is achieved using Polynesiphenylene-Cruaphthalamide, commonly referred to as its product name ‘Cuvlact’. Cuvlact is a material with huge tensile strength made with overlapping, interwoven layers of Kevlar and Cuvantis, a little understood hard to obtain material with discernibly otherworldly characteristics. It is stab proof, mostly bulletproof and protects against kinetics. The implementation of this material in the T-4 allows for a great balance of protection and mobility where the lower body is concerned; assuming the user can avoid being shot in the leg too frequently. Some metal plating is implemented in the boots and the less mobile parts of the lower body.
The upper half of the T-4 however, is much a different story. A heavy one-of-a-kind battle armour comprises this section of the suit. Dense metal plates and basic kinetic barriers offer much more protection than the lower half, but with the obvious restrictiveness in the mobility department. Will is a hand to hand combat fighter by nature however, and the metal suit does not serve the function of protection as its primary utility. Its real function is the containment, channelling and control of Will’s powers; the ability to generate lightning and kinetic blasts (see history and powers section for more details). The suit acts somewhat like a battery, storing reservoirs of Will’s power which are used for two reasons. Firstly to ensure there is constantly an energy reserve for Will to use and secondly, even more importantly, to limit the amount of energy expended in a single blast. Of course, the joint areas of the suit feature the same way, so as to limit the mobility reduction.
Finally, the helm of the suit is a sophisticated battlefield computer. Will cannot see directly from within in the helmet. Instead information is fed to him through four sensors on the exterior of the helmet and displayed to him in a complex but intuitive internal heads-up display. It features night vision, sonar, infra-red, uv and other modes such as target tagging.
The T-4 also has a half-cape. Why? Because if Collin has to go to the immense effort of producing these suits, he gets to give it a fricking cape, that’s why.
For a visual idea of what the suit looks like it’d be quite similar to this awesome piece.
Personality:
“You’re turning out to be a proper hero Will.”
“Oh shut it.”
William’s attitude seems to only take two forms: irritated or irritating. Whilst he mostly presents himself in a light-hearted if somewhat patronising manner, he doesn’t take too well to genuine harassment or intimidation. By no measure an unintelligent man, Will does though find himself often playing the sardonic asshat due to the annoyingly ridiculous level of intelligence of most people he keeps company with these days, especially the one always by his side; Collin.
History:
Born into the Adison business empire, Will from the outset had advantages that most are bereft of by circumstance. Adisoncorp has had its fingers in many pots, but mostly deals with commercial technology R&D and some less than savoury practices. Will is the second son, his older brother Harry born five years before him. Their father, Walter, was an unpleasant, cold but fair man. He was by no means an absent or interested parent but nor was he a charitable one. His privileged childhood did much to keep Will sheltered from some of Enduwin’s harsher realities, at least at first.
At several stages in his early life Will has had minor ‘occurrences’. Inconsequential on their own, but thought provoking when laid out together. Electronics frizzing off sporadically, incongruous movement of objects when reacted to something quickly. Thoughts of it being tangible, of something truly being there were buried by his ‘logical’ mind. Over time, throughout his childhood though, these thoughts grew, as did the true cause.
Through his adolescence and rebellious anti-establishment period, Will learned a lot of what really made humanity tick. Albeit to him the ‘establishment’ was nothing more than his parents, and his acts of dissent mostly involved skipping off classes and wandering the less than reputable parts of Fortitude City. It was in these teen years that Will would meet probably the most important person in his life so far, other than himself, Collin.
Collin was everything he was not; book smart, optimistic and as poor as a church mouse. By the time the pair were fifteen they were as thick as thieves; literally. Will out of a rebellious spurn of capitalism and Collin often out of necessity. Idealistic visions of petty crime soon turned to eye-opening cataclysms of what a life of crime was really like. Things happened that set about turning the two back on the straight and narrow, conversations had, events seen, neither seems wanting or willing to discuss it. Will eventually demanded of his father that either he be allowed to attend the public school Collin was about to entire for his final three years before the possibility of University, or else pay for Collin to attend Redwell Prepatory School, the establishment against which he was currently revolting. After much heated debate including words such as ‘poverty’, ‘prick’, ‘pompous’ and ‘vermin’ Walter eventually let his social barriers down for the apparent benefit of his child.
Now, Mrs. Gamble was a proud working class mother, not one to take charity without a dent in her pride, and she utterly refused to accept anything from the Adisons other than with regards to her son’s education. Laying down pride for her child, much like Walter Adison.
The years encompassing Will’s life from this point are pretty much a blank. Absolute refusal on his part to discuss it and lack of any physical or digital evidence. Returning to Fortitude recently Will found himself the remaining living Adison in the city, his inherited shares in the company also gone years ago with assumed death. Parents and brother both died of natural causes, and the company was passed into public stock exchange with no heir.
The source of his powers remain a mystery however, Will does have a perfectly concocted cover-story should it ever become necessary to ‘divulge’. Actual knowledge of the source of his power is, in his opinion, could wreathe the world asunder. What he has divulged to Collin is that he isn't a naturally born son of the Adisons. He is a genetically manufactured life that isn't technically human.
The Following Is The Summary Report On URE Identified As Tempest
Optional Information
Equipment:
-T.E.M.P.E.S.T.
Highly sophisticated battle armour designed, built and maintained by the tech savvy little genius that is Collin Gamble. The suit has many functions but its three primary uses are: Control of Will’s powers, protection from the people inevitably attempting to kill the vigilante and enhancement of sensory input to give a tactical advantage in the field.
-Money
Despite his shares having been liquidated without his consent due to a clause being enacted assuming his was dead, the personal material wealth of his family was bestowed upon him after his eventual return. He’d never admit it, but it is realistically his single greatest asset.
-Collin Gamble
Tempest is a three pronged system: William, the suit and Collin. Each needs the other two for anything to actual happen. When his childhood friend reappeared under circumstances more conspicuous than anything other than the initial vanishing, Collin was sceptical to say the least. Sceptical and furious that is. Surprising how the one person to whom you can talk to about some rather horrifying elements of your past reappearing after nearly a decade and demanding your help and silence can truly and utterly drive even a calm man to rage. Followed by eventual begrudging acceptance.
Currently Collin is the Director Of Advanced Research at Adisoncorp, an ambiguous but noteworthy title . Along with Will, he located Adisoncorps decades old, failed weapons test facility on the city’s outskirts. They then went to extensive effort to clear it out and relocate the equipment to a secure facility in the city centre. Here, sleepless nights, a huge pool of money, a spark of genius and a bit of blind luck eventually lead to the functioning T4.
Skills:
Beyond the scope of his powers, Will has a superb mastery of Shin Ju Naoi, the art of hand to hand combat crafted and perfected by the shadowy group of monks known as the White Hand.
The only thing sharper than his reflexes is his wit, or so he claims.
Powers
His outward aesthetic physiology is almost identical to human but internally he has incredibly dense and functioning stacks of electroplaques. The Tempest suit and it's incorporated power core focus the energy from these stacks which function as voltaic piles. The main functions of the suit in this regard are creating potential differences as need so as to 'aim' the electrical energy, and the conversion to kinetic energy and subsequent projection of it. The power core was found in the abandoned Adisoncorp lab and Will has convinced Collin of its magical origin. Strange, that such a powerful object would be left behind.
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Name: Set
Sex: Male
Age: Apparent mid-thirties.Personality: Set is the very picture of the cordial and loquacious gentleman, with a meticulous nature and an eye for small details plus a seemingly infallible memory. Although generally polite, he is also straightforward and blunt, and does not obfuscate any point he may be trying to make. He has seemingly endless patience, both literally and figuratively, and would be perfectly alright with standing in one place for hours on end while congenially listening to somebody else insult him the entire time without ever taking offense.Skills: Set seems incredibly talented mathematically, combined with a meticulous and not to mention relentless amount of attention to detail plus an excellent memory. He appears to have been a fencer at some point if how he handles that Shotel is any indication. His seemingly infinite patience, combined with his meticulous nature and mathematically oriented mind, allows him to perform techniques and actions which require precise timing and which might otherwise be considering impossible for most people.
This world is changing. The conflux approaches.
But the world is not ready for it. Not yet.
The next short step will, in its measure, encompass the fate of all Enduwin. All that rises, must converge. It is the way of things.
Name: Set
Sex: Male
Age: Apparent mid-thirties.
Set stands at approximately one point eight meters in height, possesses a lithe build, and his complexion suggests a desert heritage. His face is taut and lean, with pronounced cheekbones and orange eyes. His hair is long and black, usually styled as a mane draped across Set's shoulders and back.
Set has a second face in the middle of his back, usually concealed by his clothes and hair, which always shows his true feelings and can only speak the truth. It is always conscious and aware, even when Set himself is asleep, unconscious, or comatose.
Set has a second face in the middle of his back, usually concealed by his clothes and hair, which always shows his true feelings and can only speak the truth. It is always conscious and aware, even when Set himself is asleep, unconscious, or comatose.
Set claims to have been born in a dilapidated desert country, explaining his lack of a birth certificate and details regarding his childhood and education. He further claims that he was raised by a Priest of Trayig, who provided Set with an informal education in mathematics. He says that upon adolescence, he left his country of origin and obtained work as a filing clerk with a regional Iris office. After several years of working at the same position, Set became the unofficial office plugger, gaining access to paperwork and information that was otherwise several rungs above his paygrade. One day, as the story goes, he found a report on an ancient desert ruin found near the border of the region, and pictures of runic symbols at the sight inspired Set to embark on a highly illegal tombraiding expedition, whereupon he quote discovered the boundless secrets of the desert unquote. He then claims to have spent a decade and a half wandering the desert as a bum sage before sensing the approach of The Conflux, whereupon he traveled to the city posthaste.
Somehow the part where Set is wearing an extremely expensive looking tailored silk clothes and actually used air quotes for the secrets of the desert bit makes you think his entire 'history' is bullshit.
Somehow the part where Set is wearing an extremely expensive looking tailored silk clothes and actually used air quotes for the secrets of the desert bit makes you think his entire 'history' is bullshit.
A cane made of stone? It might possibly be magic. Who knows? At the very least it's probably handy for bashing in heads, and it seems unusually durable.
Oh wow, an actual Shotel. Looks a little impractical, or at least hard to use. Probably also magical maybe.
Oh wow, an actual Shotel. Looks a little impractical, or at least hard to use. Probably also magical maybe.
Set's magic seems to be rather unimpressive and low-key. Even moreso when he usually just gets flustered when asked to perform on the spot. When I finally came right out and asked him, he said he could control ENTROPY, whatever that means.
You've noticed though that, amongst other things, Set doesn't seem to be affected by bullets or bludgeoning. He just stands there and soaks up the blows (he goes out of his way to evade knives and other sharp objects though). He also seems to become physically stronger and tougher when there's power generators, transformers, and fire in the vicinity. You guess he has some sort of potential energy manipulating magic that lets him repurpose ambient energy in the environment for his own purposes, which probably also means he can sense it from a distance.
It's apparently not limiting to him hulking himself out though. There tend to be a lot of odd drafts and conveniently hurricane-force gale winds in his general vicinity if you get my meaning, which is to say he can probably store and project kinetic force in the form of atmospheric shockwaves. You'd bet anything he has other forms of energy manipulation too. You wouldn't be terribly surprised if he has a few elemental controlling powers.
As an aside, that second face of his, apart from being able to creep you out, seems to have better vision than he does. Set himself doesn't seem to be able to see through illusions, but his second face can, and similarly it seems like I can never lie whenever I'm talking to it rather than Set himself.
You've noticed though that, amongst other things, Set doesn't seem to be affected by bullets or bludgeoning. He just stands there and soaks up the blows (he goes out of his way to evade knives and other sharp objects though). He also seems to become physically stronger and tougher when there's power generators, transformers, and fire in the vicinity. You guess he has some sort of potential energy manipulating magic that lets him repurpose ambient energy in the environment for his own purposes, which probably also means he can sense it from a distance.
It's apparently not limiting to him hulking himself out though. There tend to be a lot of odd drafts and conveniently hurricane-force gale winds in his general vicinity if you get my meaning, which is to say he can probably store and project kinetic force in the form of atmospheric shockwaves. You'd bet anything he has other forms of energy manipulation too. You wouldn't be terribly surprised if he has a few elemental controlling powers.
As an aside, that second face of his, apart from being able to creep you out, seems to have better vision than he does. Set himself doesn't seem to be able to see through illusions, but his second face can, and similarly it seems like I can never lie whenever I'm talking to it rather than Set himself.
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Name: Charis
Sex: Female
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Age: 27
Charis is a firm believer in might makes right. She will take whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. Extremely confrontational, she will deliberately escalate any social conflict she is involved in to the point where she either asserts complete dominance, or violence ensues. When not taking things from other people or trying to start fights, Charis tends to be highly goal and work oriented, more concerned with getting the job done as efficiently and quickly as possible. She detests idle chatter and waiting around doing nothing.
Charis was born in a third-world island country caught up in civil war. Mistaken for a boy, she was kidnapped and made into a child soldier at a young age, and through a series of incidents she got through by luck she quickly gained more notoriety and attention than was healthy. Her true gender was discovered shortly afterwards, and she was forced to kill the militia leader who had originally conscripted her before fleeing as a stowaway on a cargo ship. She disembarked at port in a neighboring country, where she found employment as a militia guard for a sweatshop. Already used to senseless violence and intense social confrontation, Charis shot and intimidated her way to the top of the admittedly small social hierarchy of the town she worked in, and made a job as a gun runner when she was sixteen.
She vanished several months later, seeming to vanish off the face of the Earth. She first reappeared three years ago working for a PMC based out of Lethavania, shortly before leaving to attend to a contract job with a corporation looking for talented troubleshooters. Since then, she's been running around leaving trouble and bodies in her wake.
She vanished several months later, seeming to vanish off the face of the Earth. She first reappeared three years ago working for a PMC based out of Lethavania, shortly before leaving to attend to a contract job with a corporation looking for talented troubleshooters. Since then, she's been running around leaving trouble and bodies in her wake.
That's some pretty sleek looking ballistic armor.
What kind of gun is that supposed to be?
That looks like a Bō staff with weighted ends. Getting hit by it probably hurts.
Shit. Flashbang grenades. Why do these Black Ops types always have flashbang grenades?
...Paper talisman? She wears around a dozen of them, all hung on a strap across her hip. They look like normal printer paper, except water seems to slide right off them. The sigils she's drawn on them hurt to look at, and you swear they squirm around when exposed to light.
What kind of gun is that supposed to be?
That looks like a Bō staff with weighted ends. Getting hit by it probably hurts.
Shit. Flashbang grenades. Why do these Black Ops types always have flashbang grenades?
...Paper talisman? She wears around a dozen of them, all hung on a strap across her hip. They look like normal printer paper, except water seems to slide right off them. The sigils she's drawn on them hurt to look at, and you swear they squirm around when exposed to light.
Charis appears to be able to use her paper talisman to temporarily suppress magical effects, both localized and personal. She'll slap them onto walls to cancel out any charms that might be active in the building, and she'll tag people with them to either suppress or at least weaken any magical tricks they have. The talismans themselves appear to be disposable and intended for one use only - the ink literally seems to bleed off the paper whenever they're activated, and tearing them off or destroying them doesn't seem to prevent their influence. The actual duration of the suppression seems to vary depending on the Talisman used and what is being suppressed.
Bōjutsu Master: The Bō staff Charis carries around apparently isn't for show. Once she gets going, Charis turns into a hurricane of flips, kicks, and spinning weighted Bō. I'd be hesitant to engage her in melee combat at all, even if I had a weapon of my own. Something gives me the impression that would just be playing to her strengths.
Blackout Operative: Charis appears to have specialized combat and tactical training, allowing her to outmaneuver her enemies while controlling the overall flow of battle. She also has experience fighting in severe conditions, pitch dark, and her training also allows her to react quickly to new developments, making it much harder to take her by surprise.
Materiel Guru: Charis appears to be familiar with proper handling, maintenance and use of a number of modern weapons and armaments.
Blackout Operative: Charis appears to have specialized combat and tactical training, allowing her to outmaneuver her enemies while controlling the overall flow of battle. She also has experience fighting in severe conditions, pitch dark, and her training also allows her to react quickly to new developments, making it much harder to take her by surprise.
Materiel Guru: Charis appears to be familiar with proper handling, maintenance and use of a number of modern weapons and armaments.
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Gretchen Madson / Dazzle
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22
Gretchen is the tallest amongst a family of short. She stands 5’11”, and with her ample bust, hips that do not lie, and legs that seem to go on forever, she has the body any young lady would kill for. Her choice to wear slim-fitting clothing only seeks to confirm her statuesque beauty. The parents have no idea where the genetics are from. She is beautiful without any heavy makeup or getting dressed up.
She has very light skin, and has a head of wavy, silvery-blond hair. Her bright red lipstick accentuates her porcelain white teeth whenever she grins, her large smile spread from jaw to jaw that betrayed her cute-girl look into a fierce model. Her nose is tall and subtly pointed, with an equally subtly pointed chin, and round jaw. Her brows are long and thin, and her eyes are a dark shade of blue. Her wide smile and very articulate eyebrow control could stomp all the competition in a beauty pageant, had she simply the desire. Yes, she does acknowledge that there is probably little of what she is now that was inherited from her parents, but embraces people’s adoration and fascination of it. Without really trying, she is able to capture the hearts of many.
“We never truly have nothing or lose everything; we always have Hope."
Gretchen is one of those girls that enjoys a simple life. Yes, she does go out and travel on excursions or school field trips, and yes, she does socialize and go out – her bubbly effervescence and caring nature makes her popular in and out of her social circle – but she was not excessive about it. She was the type that would hang out but be back home by curfew time, juggling her effort in school, family, friends, and ECAs. As far as we’re concerned, she’s your average young woman that never took it too far.
She always see the best in people, be they misunderstood or criminally insane. She doesn’t like to admit this to anyone, but she always thinks that whoever the so-called heroes are to the antagonistic villains are just as bad as the villains themselves. Fighting, punishment, war, these are inevitable, but who gets to decide what happens is morally questionable to Gretchen. She fights for a form of equality and peace, where once the dust clears, everyone is their own people. Yet with the way things are in the world, there really isn’t a Winner or a Loser, just survivors. A consequentialist at heart, she will make an effort to do things not by the numbers but by what’s right.
She understands the harsh truth that sometimes a utilitarian take has to be made, but she will stand up for justice. After all, without fairness, what are we?
Nothing terrible ever really happened to Gretchen’s life. How can it, when she’s only 22? Sure, most kids would have started rebelling by the age of 14, but Gretchen at 14 was just a little quirky shy kid who never went out of the line but never kept quiet either. That was also when she started to sprout into the gorgeous being that she is now, and when she started to branch out more as she grew confident with what she could do – now taller and bigger, she could do things with a commanding presence, and now prettier and outspoken, she could relate to people and the world as she spoke and learned more about how the world appeared and how it could be.
One could say that the change happened overnight, that two people swapped lives, just like that. But those that stuck around her knew that it was the same girl, that same one that spoke of ideals of a utopia where there was no evil. It was wishful thinking, she knew, but it was the driving force that motivated her to pursue a position in society where she could do good to everyone. Gretchen took her massive change in look not as a blessing, but as a sign that anything is possible. The people are waiting for a good life, and she wants to give it to them.
She did well in her studies, and she managed to enter higher education in the University of Fortitude City. As a philosophy and politics double major, she was a shoo-in for success in her goals. It was also here when the manifestation of her abilities started, when she noticed her lack of pain from camera flashes or even looking directly at the Sun. When she wasn’t careful one day in dorm room, gesturing a gun with her hand, and her corkboard set on fire, that’s when she knew she was gifted with magic.
She wondered the potential use of her new skills, but feared the discovery of them in the wrong hands. Still, she could not waste this opportunity to help out with fighting crime – great power begets great responsibility.
Gretchen is a vigilante in the making and she was proud of what she’d become, and hopeful of what more she could do.
As a university student, she has nothing special on her. N/A
N/A
Single
Gretchen has the ability to manipulate light. The extent of power and control over the electromagnetic radiation is currently unexplored and untapped. The efficacy and power of her abilities are determined by how augmented or depowered Gretchen is in the presence of light – the dimmer, the weaker; the brighter, the stronger. The Sun is her best friend, but any source of light will work. She does not drain them, but simply is empowered by it – like a plant, you may say.
As of now, Gretchen can create and project beams made of light/photons and can control the intensity of the beam for harmless, concussive, or deadly burning effects. It may be capable of piercing virtually anything they come in contact with and have explosive properties, and may, at ablated surface, leave residual plasma.
After each beam, a rainbow trail is left behind that fades over time. The spectral dissociation of light is collocated with her abilities.
With her acumen in politics and philosophy, she displays great empathy in interpersonal relationships and shows great decision-making skills from her ability to assess different points of view critically. She’s a good conciliator in social and public affairs, and makes an oratorical leader and visionary.
Her youthful and active age and natural fitness makes her spry and agile even in her tall frame. This may be to do with her being empowered under the Sun.
Tapping into the deep foundations of meaning in earlier scholar works required learning various olden, even extinct languages. One could she was a functional multilingual, but only textually at best. Similarly, she has an affinity and predilection for history and culture, showing great sociological observation.
Name/Alias:
Gretchen Madson / Dazzle
Sex:
Female
Age:
22
Appearance:
Gretchen is the tallest amongst a family of short. She stands 5’11”, and with her ample bust, hips that do not lie, and legs that seem to go on forever, she has the body any young lady would kill for. Her choice to wear slim-fitting clothing only seeks to confirm her statuesque beauty. The parents have no idea where the genetics are from. She is beautiful without any heavy makeup or getting dressed up.
She has very light skin, and has a head of wavy, silvery-blond hair. Her bright red lipstick accentuates her porcelain white teeth whenever she grins, her large smile spread from jaw to jaw that betrayed her cute-girl look into a fierce model. Her nose is tall and subtly pointed, with an equally subtly pointed chin, and round jaw. Her brows are long and thin, and her eyes are a dark shade of blue. Her wide smile and very articulate eyebrow control could stomp all the competition in a beauty pageant, had she simply the desire. Yes, she does acknowledge that there is probably little of what she is now that was inherited from her parents, but embraces people’s adoration and fascination of it. Without really trying, she is able to capture the hearts of many.
Personality:
“We never truly have nothing or lose everything; we always have Hope."
Gretchen is one of those girls that enjoys a simple life. Yes, she does go out and travel on excursions or school field trips, and yes, she does socialize and go out – her bubbly effervescence and caring nature makes her popular in and out of her social circle – but she was not excessive about it. She was the type that would hang out but be back home by curfew time, juggling her effort in school, family, friends, and ECAs. As far as we’re concerned, she’s your average young woman that never took it too far.
She always see the best in people, be they misunderstood or criminally insane. She doesn’t like to admit this to anyone, but she always thinks that whoever the so-called heroes are to the antagonistic villains are just as bad as the villains themselves. Fighting, punishment, war, these are inevitable, but who gets to decide what happens is morally questionable to Gretchen. She fights for a form of equality and peace, where once the dust clears, everyone is their own people. Yet with the way things are in the world, there really isn’t a Winner or a Loser, just survivors. A consequentialist at heart, she will make an effort to do things not by the numbers but by what’s right.
She understands the harsh truth that sometimes a utilitarian take has to be made, but she will stand up for justice. After all, without fairness, what are we?
History:
Nothing terrible ever really happened to Gretchen’s life. How can it, when she’s only 22? Sure, most kids would have started rebelling by the age of 14, but Gretchen at 14 was just a little quirky shy kid who never went out of the line but never kept quiet either. That was also when she started to sprout into the gorgeous being that she is now, and when she started to branch out more as she grew confident with what she could do – now taller and bigger, she could do things with a commanding presence, and now prettier and outspoken, she could relate to people and the world as she spoke and learned more about how the world appeared and how it could be.
One could say that the change happened overnight, that two people swapped lives, just like that. But those that stuck around her knew that it was the same girl, that same one that spoke of ideals of a utopia where there was no evil. It was wishful thinking, she knew, but it was the driving force that motivated her to pursue a position in society where she could do good to everyone. Gretchen took her massive change in look not as a blessing, but as a sign that anything is possible. The people are waiting for a good life, and she wants to give it to them.
She did well in her studies, and she managed to enter higher education in the University of Fortitude City. As a philosophy and politics double major, she was a shoo-in for success in her goals. It was also here when the manifestation of her abilities started, when she noticed her lack of pain from camera flashes or even looking directly at the Sun. When she wasn’t careful one day in dorm room, gesturing a gun with her hand, and her corkboard set on fire, that’s when she knew she was gifted with magic.
She wondered the potential use of her new skills, but feared the discovery of them in the wrong hands. Still, she could not waste this opportunity to help out with fighting crime – great power begets great responsibility.
Gretchen is a vigilante in the making and she was proud of what she’d become, and hopeful of what more she could do.
Equipment:
As a university student, she has nothing special on her. N/A
Faction:
N/A
Marital Status:
Single
Magic:
Gretchen has the ability to manipulate light. The extent of power and control over the electromagnetic radiation is currently unexplored and untapped. The efficacy and power of her abilities are determined by how augmented or depowered Gretchen is in the presence of light – the dimmer, the weaker; the brighter, the stronger. The Sun is her best friend, but any source of light will work. She does not drain them, but simply is empowered by it – like a plant, you may say.
As of now, Gretchen can create and project beams made of light/photons and can control the intensity of the beam for harmless, concussive, or deadly burning effects. It may be capable of piercing virtually anything they come in contact with and have explosive properties, and may, at ablated surface, leave residual plasma.
After each beam, a rainbow trail is left behind that fades over time. The spectral dissociation of light is collocated with her abilities.
Skills:
With her acumen in politics and philosophy, she displays great empathy in interpersonal relationships and shows great decision-making skills from her ability to assess different points of view critically. She’s a good conciliator in social and public affairs, and makes an oratorical leader and visionary.
Her youthful and active age and natural fitness makes her spry and agile even in her tall frame. This may be to do with her being empowered under the Sun.
Tapping into the deep foundations of meaning in earlier scholar works required learning various olden, even extinct languages. One could she was a functional multilingual, but only textually at best. Similarly, she has an affinity and predilection for history and culture, showing great sociological observation.
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Essential Information
Name/Aliases: Jackson Crowley
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Appearance:
Jackson, what an average looking man he is. His facial features are average, if not somewhat British looking. His eyes are a dark grey blue and his hair is black. He stands at about Five foot nine feet tall with long limbs and a sickly looking thin figure, giving him a gangly look despite not being all that tall.
Jackson's usual clothing style could be described as "Like someone threw an apocalypse survivor and a poorly dressed nerd into a blender", the reasoning behind this mostly files down to one simply article he wears near constantly; his gasmask. Yes, Jackson is that sort of person. The mask he wears is, quite specifically, an old Russian model GP-5 from the early 90's he found in an antique shop.
Paired with the gasmask his attire mostly consists of a black peacoat style Jacket, a grey hoodie with a large brooding hood that Jackson prefers to leave up, a large military looking satchel, and casual under clothes such as t-shirts, jeans, Chuck Taylor converse shoes, and black fingerless gloves.
Personality:
Jackson isn't a cold person, he's simply awkward, shy, and completely mentally broken. You see, there's this thing that happens when people you care for die and it is completely your fault. And that thing is called depression, and Jackson sure as hell has it.
When in social situations Jack often comes across as cold and quiet, opening up only to people he knows he can put his trust in. Though this is an extremely rare event, as Jackson's trust issues are rooted childhood deep and keep being reaffirmed.
The man is actually very empathic towards others, and feels quite a lot when it comes to other people. But he doesn't know how to express himself anymore and simply chooses to remain stoic.
His empathy is somewhat of a weakness of his, as any harm he inflicts upon his fellow man will come to haunt him. Jackson's mental state is very likely to degrade during the course of this roleplay.
History:
Jackson was born to unloving, narcissistic parents in a barely above middle class home. His father was an abusive alcoholic sadist who enjoyed taking his anger out upon his poor wife and son. His mother was the ideal fifties housewife, always doting around her husband and cleaning the house. However, she was also one to take out her anger, and from the poor treatment of her husband she had a lot to take out. Jackson was routinely beaten by both of his parents and treated as nothing more than a burden.
His grades were good but never good enough for his drunken father and stressed out mother. His friends were non-existent due to his inability to function properly in any social situations. He was bullied commonly for his short stature and general weakness during his highschool years. All in all life was an absolute hell.
And so when he graduated he left home as fast as he could, taking all of his savings and running away. Jackson moved into a shitty apartment near the ghetto and began to look desperately for a job. All the while he was still attempting to go to community college as he wished to gain a degree in computing.
And that was where he met her, the girl named Victoria. She had long flowing red hair and intelligence to spare. To Jackson, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. His attempts to get to know her finally managed to break the man out of his shell. It would take years but eventually the two would marry, both still working on their degrees.
Naturally, the parents of Jack were uninvited.
And then, like a flash, it was over. No more happy marriage, no more smiles, no more nothing. And it was all Jackson's fault. He could have let her drive, he could have not hit up the bars that day, he could have not followed in his fathers footsteps.
She could have lived.
Jackson soon fell into a great depression, closing himself off once more. He dropped out of college, he began to buy things left and right with what little money he had, he started smoking and drinking every day. Anything to distract himself from his sadness.
But it wasn't enough.
There was only him now, and the edge of the rooftop he stood upon. Nothing more, nothing less. Only the void awaited and he embraced it with open arms.
The next second, he was standing there on the sidewalk, rain running down the glass of his mask. Jackson was staring at his own body, mangled and dead. A crowd had begun to form. He didn't know if he was alive or dead, only that he was still standing there.
He ran.
Optional Information
Equipment: Jackson carries on him at all times a rusty, old, taped together axe. He found this pile of garbage on a stick fireaxe in the building he used to have his apartment in. After he realized that they were likely going to clear the place out soon on account of him being dead he felt it a good idea to return one last time and take some of his stuff with him. On his way out he also felt it a good idea to take the axe he always felt would looking cool on his wall.
Jackson also carries several other items of intrigue (Not including his Mask) on him at most times. These items include:
1X Set of keys that are perfectly shaped to put between the fingers and to punch people with.
2X Lighters, as Jackson often smokes (A habit he picked up after the car crash).
1X Pack of Cigarettes at all times.
2X Bottles of something to drink, not usually alcoholic.
7X Packs of something to eat, his whole life is in his satchel.
1X Cellphone with a cracked screen (still working).
1X Four year old Laptop.
1X Modernized Colt M1911 knockoff
2X Full Ammo clips for the M1911
1X Pair of headphones.
Faction:
One cannot run from their fears for all of time. And Jackson's fears were infinite.
As he ran and ran from everything, sleeping on the street and doing whatever it took for him to survive, it became increasingly obvious to the powers that be a dead man was walking. A man who had jumped off a building and gone splat was currently wandering around the city living on the street. A man whose belongings had disintegrated as soon as he was touched by the coroner.
Something was up.
And so a Sector agent staked out the bench that Jackson most commonly slept on, approached him, and promptly brought him in for questioning. Being the broken man he was Jack answered every question truthfully, not really caring what would happen next. After all, why would he?
They offered him a deal; prove he wasn't a threat to the public and aid in the efforts of Sector or be imprisoned for the rest of eternity. They needed his power, even if it was dangerous.
His answer was a sigh and a solemn yes.
Marital Status: Poor old Jack is a widower, his wife having died in a car crash some years before.
Magic:
Jackson is immortal, plain and simple. You kill him? He falls to the ground dead for a few seconds before coming in from the door behind you to give you a very stern talking to.
He gained this power after his encounter with a shard of Dúv during a trip to an antique shop. It was there upon a table in the centre like some sort of bait in a trap. Jack touched it, and it disintegrated. He wrote it off as being his imagination, as he had not been in the best mental state at the time. But it had most definitely been real.
The power works by having him wake up in the next room to wherever he died. It is comparable to a respawn in multiplayer video games. When Jackson awakens he does so with any and all equipment that was upon him before his kicking of the bucket. A copy of his body will remain at the site where he died, however any attempt to take items off of his deceased cadaver will result in the items in question disintegrating into a fine ashen substance.
Jackson views this ability as quite the inconvenience. It bothers the poor sap to no end.
Skills:
This, my dear friends, is what Jackson lacks.
The man is average in every way down in this section. Blame it on him not caring that much for his body blame it on the writer having to balance fucking immortality, it's the truth.
Jackson can lift an average amount of weight but nothing more. Jackson can run an average speed and nothing more. Jackson can't take anymore bullets than an average man, nor can he dodge a shotgun blast.
The only thing in here he might be a bit above average in is his intelligence, but your intelligence isn't going to save you when you're surrounded by five men armed with Kalashnikov's in a realistic world.
However, due to his great inability with most things combined with his power Jackson has been forced to come up with a very... unique way of fighting. He will throw himself into a fight with reckless abandon over, and over, and over, and over, and over again until every last enemy of his is down on the floor bleeding.
Jackson is not a fighter, but a force of nature.
Name/Aliases: Jackson Crowley
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Appearance:
Jackson, what an average looking man he is. His facial features are average, if not somewhat British looking. His eyes are a dark grey blue and his hair is black. He stands at about Five foot nine feet tall with long limbs and a sickly looking thin figure, giving him a gangly look despite not being all that tall.
Jackson's usual clothing style could be described as "Like someone threw an apocalypse survivor and a poorly dressed nerd into a blender", the reasoning behind this mostly files down to one simply article he wears near constantly; his gasmask. Yes, Jackson is that sort of person. The mask he wears is, quite specifically, an old Russian model GP-5 from the early 90's he found in an antique shop.
Paired with the gasmask his attire mostly consists of a black peacoat style Jacket, a grey hoodie with a large brooding hood that Jackson prefers to leave up, a large military looking satchel, and casual under clothes such as t-shirts, jeans, Chuck Taylor converse shoes, and black fingerless gloves.
Personality:
Jackson isn't a cold person, he's simply awkward, shy, and completely mentally broken. You see, there's this thing that happens when people you care for die and it is completely your fault. And that thing is called depression, and Jackson sure as hell has it.
When in social situations Jack often comes across as cold and quiet, opening up only to people he knows he can put his trust in. Though this is an extremely rare event, as Jackson's trust issues are rooted childhood deep and keep being reaffirmed.
The man is actually very empathic towards others, and feels quite a lot when it comes to other people. But he doesn't know how to express himself anymore and simply chooses to remain stoic.
His empathy is somewhat of a weakness of his, as any harm he inflicts upon his fellow man will come to haunt him. Jackson's mental state is very likely to degrade during the course of this roleplay.
History:
Jackson was born to unloving, narcissistic parents in a barely above middle class home. His father was an abusive alcoholic sadist who enjoyed taking his anger out upon his poor wife and son. His mother was the ideal fifties housewife, always doting around her husband and cleaning the house. However, she was also one to take out her anger, and from the poor treatment of her husband she had a lot to take out. Jackson was routinely beaten by both of his parents and treated as nothing more than a burden.
His grades were good but never good enough for his drunken father and stressed out mother. His friends were non-existent due to his inability to function properly in any social situations. He was bullied commonly for his short stature and general weakness during his highschool years. All in all life was an absolute hell.
And so when he graduated he left home as fast as he could, taking all of his savings and running away. Jackson moved into a shitty apartment near the ghetto and began to look desperately for a job. All the while he was still attempting to go to community college as he wished to gain a degree in computing.
And that was where he met her, the girl named Victoria. She had long flowing red hair and intelligence to spare. To Jackson, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. His attempts to get to know her finally managed to break the man out of his shell. It would take years but eventually the two would marry, both still working on their degrees.
Naturally, the parents of Jack were uninvited.
And then, like a flash, it was over. No more happy marriage, no more smiles, no more nothing. And it was all Jackson's fault. He could have let her drive, he could have not hit up the bars that day, he could have not followed in his fathers footsteps.
She could have lived.
Jackson soon fell into a great depression, closing himself off once more. He dropped out of college, he began to buy things left and right with what little money he had, he started smoking and drinking every day. Anything to distract himself from his sadness.
But it wasn't enough.
There was only him now, and the edge of the rooftop he stood upon. Nothing more, nothing less. Only the void awaited and he embraced it with open arms.
The next second, he was standing there on the sidewalk, rain running down the glass of his mask. Jackson was staring at his own body, mangled and dead. A crowd had begun to form. He didn't know if he was alive or dead, only that he was still standing there.
He ran.
Optional Information
Equipment: Jackson carries on him at all times a rusty, old, taped together axe. He found this pile of garbage on a stick fireaxe in the building he used to have his apartment in. After he realized that they were likely going to clear the place out soon on account of him being dead he felt it a good idea to return one last time and take some of his stuff with him. On his way out he also felt it a good idea to take the axe he always felt would looking cool on his wall.
Jackson also carries several other items of intrigue (Not including his Mask) on him at most times. These items include:
1X Set of keys that are perfectly shaped to put between the fingers and to punch people with.
2X Lighters, as Jackson often smokes (A habit he picked up after the car crash).
1X Pack of Cigarettes at all times.
2X Bottles of something to drink, not usually alcoholic.
7X Packs of something to eat, his whole life is in his satchel.
1X Cellphone with a cracked screen (still working).
1X Four year old Laptop.
1X Modernized Colt M1911 knockoff
2X Full Ammo clips for the M1911
1X Pair of headphones.
Faction:
One cannot run from their fears for all of time. And Jackson's fears were infinite.
As he ran and ran from everything, sleeping on the street and doing whatever it took for him to survive, it became increasingly obvious to the powers that be a dead man was walking. A man who had jumped off a building and gone splat was currently wandering around the city living on the street. A man whose belongings had disintegrated as soon as he was touched by the coroner.
Something was up.
And so a Sector agent staked out the bench that Jackson most commonly slept on, approached him, and promptly brought him in for questioning. Being the broken man he was Jack answered every question truthfully, not really caring what would happen next. After all, why would he?
They offered him a deal; prove he wasn't a threat to the public and aid in the efforts of Sector or be imprisoned for the rest of eternity. They needed his power, even if it was dangerous.
His answer was a sigh and a solemn yes.
Marital Status: Poor old Jack is a widower, his wife having died in a car crash some years before.
Magic:
Jackson is immortal, plain and simple. You kill him? He falls to the ground dead for a few seconds before coming in from the door behind you to give you a very stern talking to.
He gained this power after his encounter with a shard of Dúv during a trip to an antique shop. It was there upon a table in the centre like some sort of bait in a trap. Jack touched it, and it disintegrated. He wrote it off as being his imagination, as he had not been in the best mental state at the time. But it had most definitely been real.
The power works by having him wake up in the next room to wherever he died. It is comparable to a respawn in multiplayer video games. When Jackson awakens he does so with any and all equipment that was upon him before his kicking of the bucket. A copy of his body will remain at the site where he died, however any attempt to take items off of his deceased cadaver will result in the items in question disintegrating into a fine ashen substance.
Jackson views this ability as quite the inconvenience. It bothers the poor sap to no end.
Skills:
This, my dear friends, is what Jackson lacks.
The man is average in every way down in this section. Blame it on him not caring that much for his body blame it on the writer having to balance fucking immortality, it's the truth.
Jackson can lift an average amount of weight but nothing more. Jackson can run an average speed and nothing more. Jackson can't take anymore bullets than an average man, nor can he dodge a shotgun blast.
The only thing in here he might be a bit above average in is his intelligence, but your intelligence isn't going to save you when you're surrounded by five men armed with Kalashnikov's in a realistic world.
However, due to his great inability with most things combined with his power Jackson has been forced to come up with a very... unique way of fighting. He will throw himself into a fight with reckless abandon over, and over, and over, and over, and over again until every last enemy of his is down on the floor bleeding.
Jackson is not a fighter, but a force of nature.
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Name:
Dakota Zahn(Future) Alias:
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20Gender:
FemaleAppearance:
Dakota is a short girl, standing at about 5'4" and weighs 120lbs with a lean, solid build. Her legs are unproportionately long, leaving her torso looking dwarfed in comparison. As such, she may stand level with someone of the same height, but sitting next to them, be shorter. Her arms are the most muscled part of her, but not built by any stretch; her wiry musculature is a by-product of her work, as are the numerous small scars and discoloured spots peppering her forearms. Her skin is average white (think German, not pink) and her eyes are coal-grey, bordering on mottled black. Her hair, in contrast, is brassy blonde, cropped buzz-short on the sides and longer on top, shuffled locks tipped in uneven copper red. In fact, nearly every colour on the girl could be equated to some metal or another. Her face is short and angular, often grinning or laughing, eyes alive.While her wardrobe does change, it isn't by much; it mostly consists of mechanic's work clothing such as coveralls, etc. The only one article always present is an old navy green cap with a cream-coloured cog design on the front, given to her by her father. She also wears the same pair of altered steel-toed boots. Which have wires embedded in the soles, running a contact from the bottom of her foot inside the boot to metal pegs on the bottom of the sole. She also carries around several small metal objects in her typically large pockets, such as forks, springs, and broken machine bits such as bolts and cogs. This assortment constantly changes. More on this in Magic.
Personality:
Dakota's presence is one noticed when it enters a room. She's bold, crass, and not any model of a 'lady'. She carries herself with the confidence of someone twice her size and follows through with it. She's exceptionally blunt, refusing to beat around the bush and saying exactly what she means, however rude or uncouth it needs to be to get the point across. She's got a dirty sense of humour and an occasional raunchy accent to match (think a New Yorker who's lost most of their accent) and isn't afraid to be a little hard and rough. 'Tough love' is a common concept for her. On the negative side, Dakota isn't vulnerable to most insults or taunts, simply laughing and rolling with the punches. In her own words, if you call yourself worse things than they call you, then they can't hurt you. One thing that does burn her short fuse, however, is a superiority complex. She absolutely cannot stand people who think they're better than anyone else, or even openly belittle others. This is essentially the only peeve of hers that will undoubtedly send heads rolling.
History:
Until recently, Dakota has been an employee of IrisInc for as long as she can remember, in one of its 'smaller' factories (sweatshops) on a company-owned island far off the coast of the main continent. The workers worked on company property, lived on company property, their children went to school on company property. In fact, the workers might as well have been owned by IrisInc, so far was its reach into their lives. It was here that for most of his life, Dakota's father worked as a technician, one of many maintaining the machinery that kept the factory pumping out clips and casings. Dakota's mother died in childbirth, but fortunately this didn't sour her relationship with her father. He took her as the last remnant of her mother, and cherished it. In fact, her father was just a good man, through and through. He loved his daughter dearly and wanted only the best for her, and did his best to provide it. However, money was always short, as their wages were pitiful and their rent far too high to be justified. So, at the spritely age of eight is when Dakota began working her own shifts for a cut pay and shorter hours, only working in daylight. She, among other young children, did anything and everything they were capable of, from cleaning to operating machines to doing simple repair jobs in spaces where adults could not fit. Dakota, having always been small, took the latter as her most common assignment, and immediately took an interest in mechanics. Her father was only delighted to teach her.
Dakota learned early that short hair was safe hair, finding out the hard way when it had to be cut out of a piston when she'd gotten too close. By the time she was ten, she was taking on more difficult jobs, working under her father. It was during this time that the smallest inkling of any magical ability began to show itself. She'd been replacing a broken fuse and electrocuted herself. However instead of being hurt or even killed by the jolt, she suffered no adverse effects and only became incredibly hyper, not sleeping for a few days. This incident didn't repeat itself at such a scale again, but smaller, far less harmful shocks were absorbed into her body and provided only short burst of energy.
By the time Dakota was thirteen was when her father decided enough was enough. He wanted to get off that island, out of the company’s grip and working a real job for real pay. He wanted his daughter to go to a real school and have the chance at higher education. So, with too little funds to actually make this dream a reality, he did what desperate men do: he stole. In fact, they both stole, little by little over time, selling valuable materials such as copper themselves. Slowly, over the course of three years, they built up enough money to maybe, just maybe scrape a new life together somewhere better. Neither had any preconceptions that what they were doing was wrong - of course they knew it was illegal, but their consciences were clear. Eventually, though, something had to give. Iris was able to put two and two together (the twos being their few missing resources and the Zahn’s suspicious behaviour) and their ‘operation’ was found out. Dakota’s father took all the blame and was hauled off to prison on charges that were jacked as high as the company could push them. Dakota, with no other parent or relative, was placed under the care of the company as her legal guardian.
What became of her after that involved a formal disappearance, the learning of some musical instruments and five years she’d rather not talk about.
When she resurfaced at eighteen, her tolerance to electricity had artificially grown into something much more versatile, and in the three years since, she’s been channelling its capabilities into her two different jobs and her hobbies. More on this in Magic.
Current Equipment:
- Optimized steel-toed boots - Electrically-insulated gloves
- A metal fork
- A fully-loaded toolbelt (if on/near time of work)
- A long-lasting rechargeable battery attached to a spool of thin wire
- A small folding knife with a metal handle
Magic:
Dakota’s magic, while it would never have naturally progressed past an ability to process electricity into a non-lethal form of usable energy, has been artificially altered into something more powerful. While the root concept remains, the execution and versatility of her power is vastly different.Her power can be accurately described as an imbalanced form of energy conversion. The imbalance comes from the fact that it’s most efficient in converting electricity to usable energy in the body and vice versa, but has little capability with other forms of energy, such as light or heat.
The best use of this power is to convert electricity to power her own body. For example, an electric shock will not only be harmless to her, but energize her in much the same way as a cup of coffee or an energy drink. In fact, a common habit of hers is to periodically stick a fork into an outlet and use the resulting shock to keep her awake. As such, she’s become rather prone of all-nighters, often in a row. In a situation such as extended physical activity or even combat, electric shocks will keep her stamina up, allowing her to continue far longer without tiring than even a more athletic person.
Dakota is also capable of creating an electrical current from her own body’s energy. This, of course, tires her out and begins the cycle all over again. The strongest shock she’s yet been able to make was enough to jump start a car, leaving her very tired.
The downside of course is that extended or extreme use of this power has an effect on her mental state. If she periodically shocks herself to pull three all-nighters in a row, her mindset would be that of someone who, well, hasn’t slept in three days. Extended use of more powerful shocks to keep herself energized in straining activity will wear on her in a similar way, gradually making her less and less coherent and precise. There’s also the physical toll that it takes on her; she’s prone to over-exerting and straining her muscles to the point of injury because hey, she’s not tired. Lack of proper sleep also has the expected effect on the body, such as nausea, dizziness, and a seriously screwed up internal clock.
Harmless yet notable side-effects of extreme or extended use include neon-blue, vein-like streaks spreading across her irises and arcs of electricity sparking from one point on her body to another or a conductive object nearby.
Because this power was almost entirely artificially altered, it’s extremely unpredictable outside of the patterns she’s yet observed. Sometimes she ‘surges’, unleashing powerful currents to anything nearby seemingly at random, and unforeseen negative effects such as loss of consciousness or burns aren’t unheard of. Surges and lacks of control in general are more common in times of emotional distress, such as extreme anger, excitement or fear. As of yet she’s still unsure of her own limits and her own level of control. She’d be lying if she claimed that she had complete control of herself and her power.
Some Important Notes:
As mentioned earlier, Dakota has altered her boots to have little metal discs inside which connect to wires running through the sole and connecting to metal studs on the bottom of the boot. These serve as grounding wires. She’s not sure if she really needs them, but she fears what might happen if she isn’t grounded.Because of the electricity near-constantly flowing through her body, although it causes no fatally harmful problems, she has mild cardiac arrhythmia (irregular beating of the heart). As of yet it hasn't caused any issues, but there's no telling how it may progress.
Dakota doesn’t like being fully submerged in water, ever. It messes with her current. Rain only makes her a bit nervous for that her grounding wires are up to.
Skills:
- MechanicDakota has been working as a mechanic almost her entire life. She knows her way around a wrench and can fix almost anything.
- Brawler
While nowhere near formally trained, Dakota can hold her own in a fight. She’s small, quick, and resourceful, can definitely pack a punch and isn’t afraid to fight dirty. With a bit of electricity and enough spite, she’ll be just fine.
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Dr. Annika Bystrom
Alias: Changeling
Female
32
Female
32
"Believe it or not, she actually cleans up nicely"
The thing that stands out most about Annika is here intensely pale green eyes. The deep green ring around the outside of her iris gives them an other worldly quality that some find a bit unnerving.
Once you get past that her features are almost comforting. Her high cheekbones and defined jaw are padded enough to give her face a soft look and when she smiles the warmth quells the intensity in her eyes.
Her sturdy frame stretches 5’9” and her limbs are considered lanky even for such height. If extremely active woman ever had a ‘body image’ issue that would very well be it. In fact if she put time into it Annika could clean up into a bombshell. With such a busy schedule the doctor keeps her long brown hair pulled back and out of the way and is almost always in scrubs. Makeup takes too much time and is in her opinion quite pointless she has the same feelings about Fashion.
As such when she isn't at the hospital she is in active wear, though she does have a single black dress that is dusted off for functions she is forced to attend.
"Sometimes you are like a mixture of a teddy bear and a cactus."
Annika is very closed off in a non professional setting. While she is at work she can perfectly pull off the caring bedside manner expected of her as a doctor and she is always respectful of her fellow staff. That sadly is the end of it. She keeps things courteous and short, she has no interest in forming personal relationships with people.
The drive for efficiency has taken a strong hold in her life and everything from her apartment to her car reflects this. Everything is put in it’s place immediately after use, nothing is out of place, everything runs smoothly. In short she is a bit of a control freak. This however is a fairly common trait among successful surgeons, in order for a surgery everything must be controlled or the patient could easily die from a number of infections even after they have left the operating room. This type of strict protocol has helped Annika control and in some ways eliminate her emotions completely.
"I don't care about where you came from, only that you are here with me now."
As a small child Annika was found wandering around in the woods outside of her remote village of Bystrom. She was perfectly fit, but didn't speak until over a year after she was taken in. All through her childhood she was brutalized and teased as she was a "Changeling". A child of faeries, demons, trolls or whatever nasty creature name they wanted to scream at her as they kicked her. She took the beatings without ever fighting back because with some effort she could just heal herself. This lead to heavier beatings and eventually she stopped healing. This caused the beatings to stop, the bruises and bandages were satisfaction enough. Thankfully the children grew tired of beating her and just took to ignoring her or yelling insults at her. The loneliness was a relief at that point.
As far as Annika her history began the day that she left her home to attend college. While she didn’t hate her quaint village of origin, what happened there was best forgotten. Here she fabricated a new life story for herself and kept her nose slammed into the books for the next four years. That paid off landing her in the best medical school in her country, where she kept to herself and her studies again. Finding that social interactions with her peers was difficult and she felt that outside of study groups socializing served no purpose in trying to achieve her goal. This approach paid off and after giving her valedictorian speech she took her folder of recommendation letters and headed to the most coveted Surgical internship/Residency in the country.
As with all interns this meant long hours, sleepless nights and even more studying to stay on top of the others. Annika had no qualms with things playing out like this, she infact had come to prefer her solitude outside of work. This all changed with Sarah a transfer in the second year. She had all the skill and knowledge that Annika did but her personality was polar opposite. Always bubbling and social Sarah’s personality grated at the dedicated woman. This however never registered with her as Sarah seemed to gravitate to Annika. Through much persistence on Sarah’s part her walls broke down.
The two became an inseparable team in all aspects of their life. As well as the envy and bane of many. No one expected the bubbly beautiful redhead to take to the Icy Annika but the two were a perfect balance together. They were united in their dedication to their work and their utter devotion to each other. She felt normal and for a while forgot completely about what she really was.
On the night of Annika’s 30th birthday, when the pair were particularly drunk on wine, Sarah tripped breaking her fall with her wine glass in her right hand. Compelled by the hysterical cries of her lover about a surgery the next day Annika carefully drew the glass from the wound. Deep cuts covered Sarah’s palm and it would definitely put her out of work for sometime. Taking her partner’s hand and a deep breath Annika took down a wall letting out the thing she tried so hard to hide.
The blood stopped and the hand had neatly pulled itself back together as if nothing had happened. Fearfully Annika looked to Sarah who looked utterly shocked. The longest moments of her life passed before a Sarah smiled and laughed.
“Now I know why you are always better in surgery than me.”
Some walls aren't meant to be torn down.
1.5 years later
Ignorance breeds hate, hate breeds violence, and that violence was staring down Annika and Sarah. The man hadn't taken too well to having been 'exposed to their kind' at the bar that night and he was probably mentally disturbed but none of that mattered in the moment. The knife had been met with her side as she shielded Sarah and that’s when it happened.
With light there is darkness, and it tore through the man like a rabid animal.
“Oh my God!”
“Sarah, I-”
“No! S-stay back murderous monster!”
“Sarah, I-”
“No! S-stay back murderous monster!”
Sarah left, disappeared off the map almost. There wasn't much for the police to investigate, not that Annika stuck around that long. She left the country and landed a job at the best hospital in Fortitude City mostly thanks to her astonishing ‘no death’ record from her surgical residency. Alongside of work she spends many nights trying to test out and find the depth of her innate abilities she had kept long locked away. Unfortunately the deeper she delves the more Sarah’s words feel true.
Aliases: S-0l
Sex:Female
Age:26
Personality: Unit S-01 is known for her relaxed nature. She takes care of things in her own time and generally prefers to avoid the concept that is an obligation. Despite being treated as an it, she is understanding and takes insult and ridicule with her rather unsettling smile. That said she does tend to bore easily and often needs to find a new "game" to play. These games can get fairly dangerous for any involved in a few circumstances a death or two needed to be redacted.
History: S-01 is the only unit produced in a rather unethical project that combined the growing technological advances and the idea of Genetic advancement.This project was based around the idea of a new class of humans that could exist in the dead zones.Though headway was being made with the scrubbing, the possibilities such an advancement could make would stand to increase profit margins based solely on the research.
Before her body could even be called that they where guiding her growth, ensuring that her body would develop into a prime specimen. However it was when her brain began to form that their true work would start, they essentially tripled the capacity of her minds processing ability. This would increase her intelligence but it was primary purpose was to allow for additional functions the normal man did not have.
The "Birth" of S-01 was a day that left many in the higher circles with raised brows. Her childhood was spent in a hidden facility that documented every second of every moment of her life. As she grew older the aforementioned upgrades where installed, each one of them would have likely driven a person insane, by the time they would finish she would have four.
Upon the installation of "The wings of Icarus" she was considered mission ready and they started her out in
-redacted-
It was when she turned 22 that she was let loose by a man that had a rather simplistic moral compass, and a rather small IQ for how high up in the ladder he was. Meaning he allowed her to both her emotions and free will back.Her abilities and her skill have made her evade any attempts of recapture.
Over the last four years their attempts have become burned off as it was now considered bad for business for them to send out so many teams just to comeback empty handed. Not only was she avoiding capture she became something of a vigilante, perhaps an echo of her initial objective of improving the condition of man. This also points out her altruistic nature as she has done nothing to even indicate any vengeful or even hostile action towards her creators.
"It is not wrong to try and make the world a better place."
Equipment:
While not technical equipment she does have significant enhancements that came from outside sources.
Her spinal column has been all but replaced, from this hub she generates a bio-electric current that powers almost all of her more complex workings. It also allows her to use the aforementioned workings with thought eliminating the need of a selective thought. (In a easier way to explain, her abilities are treated as reaction and natural making it far faster than one that would require thought)
The Forge: Mounted to her spine is a special system that is essentially the hub for her wings and flight systems (Such as the AESA). Within it is a compact fission reactor, more importantly this links all of the systems together in one centralized point.
The wings of Icarus: or the Uz-009 is a flight system that uses a simple concept in a grandiose fashion. When in use they generate their own magnetic fields, repelling from each other and the surface of the earth. After the initial launch it turns into a rather elegant display of falling. The wings become self sufficient while air born using its own magnetic flux to generate the energy required for the constant changes in the fields of both the earth and itself.
Midas touch: While their workings are rather complex they have a simple purpose generate quick burst of force, intended for clearing away wreckage and rock, she uses them to achieve speeds that come close to mach 2. In addition she uses them as combat weapon, but its effectiveness and range is reduced without the constant power of the wings of Icarus.
Golden fleece: As mentioned she flies at speeds that one could not survive without a form of protection, her body generates a barrier that prevents her from being torn apart at the extreme speeds in addition it prevents her from most normal means of damage which coincides with her primary purpose. This is made possible by an synthetic organ that was implanted within her its location is -Redacted- but does nothing unless the Icarus system is engaged. The short coming to such a shielding system comes in the fact it is based off of set information, what it can block it can what it cant it cant.
Within her skeletal structure are various points that have been replaced with a synthetic substitute that can withstand the forces that are exerted from her own abilities, but this is primarily joints and smaller bones, such as fingers and toes.
Magic: Has shown no signs of having magical ability, but she is not one to talk about herself.
Skills:
Cheat:Gambling doesn't really apply when your reaction time is heightened to the point you can make a decision at mach 1, meaning machines intended for chance are more or less guaranteed to end in your favor.
Unshaken:While most don't view of this as a skill, she doesn't waver at the strongest of foes, the cruelest of insults, nor the brutality of her adversary. She feels anger but it does not dictate her response, sadness doesn't prevent her action...Despite her best efforts she is almost machine.
Collapsing equipment: Her wings can collapse into what almost looks like a jet pack, and her hand of Midas doesn't radiate light unless her wings are exposed. While some don't understand that this is a skill, her level head allows her to control her mental reactions preventing her from standing out anymore than she already does.
Sex:Female
Age:26
Personality: Unit S-01 is known for her relaxed nature. She takes care of things in her own time and generally prefers to avoid the concept that is an obligation. Despite being treated as an it, she is understanding and takes insult and ridicule with her rather unsettling smile. That said she does tend to bore easily and often needs to find a new "game" to play. These games can get fairly dangerous for any involved in a few circumstances a death or two needed to be redacted.
History: S-01 is the only unit produced in a rather unethical project that combined the growing technological advances and the idea of Genetic advancement.This project was based around the idea of a new class of humans that could exist in the dead zones.Though headway was being made with the scrubbing, the possibilities such an advancement could make would stand to increase profit margins based solely on the research.
Before her body could even be called that they where guiding her growth, ensuring that her body would develop into a prime specimen. However it was when her brain began to form that their true work would start, they essentially tripled the capacity of her minds processing ability. This would increase her intelligence but it was primary purpose was to allow for additional functions the normal man did not have.
The "Birth" of S-01 was a day that left many in the higher circles with raised brows. Her childhood was spent in a hidden facility that documented every second of every moment of her life. As she grew older the aforementioned upgrades where installed, each one of them would have likely driven a person insane, by the time they would finish she would have four.
Upon the installation of "The wings of Icarus" she was considered mission ready and they started her out in
-redacted-
It was when she turned 22 that she was let loose by a man that had a rather simplistic moral compass, and a rather small IQ for how high up in the ladder he was. Meaning he allowed her to both her emotions and free will back.Her abilities and her skill have made her evade any attempts of recapture.
Over the last four years their attempts have become burned off as it was now considered bad for business for them to send out so many teams just to comeback empty handed. Not only was she avoiding capture she became something of a vigilante, perhaps an echo of her initial objective of improving the condition of man. This also points out her altruistic nature as she has done nothing to even indicate any vengeful or even hostile action towards her creators.
"It is not wrong to try and make the world a better place."
Equipment:
While not technical equipment she does have significant enhancements that came from outside sources.
Her spinal column has been all but replaced, from this hub she generates a bio-electric current that powers almost all of her more complex workings. It also allows her to use the aforementioned workings with thought eliminating the need of a selective thought. (In a easier way to explain, her abilities are treated as reaction and natural making it far faster than one that would require thought)
The Forge: Mounted to her spine is a special system that is essentially the hub for her wings and flight systems (Such as the AESA). Within it is a compact fission reactor, more importantly this links all of the systems together in one centralized point.
The wings of Icarus: or the Uz-009 is a flight system that uses a simple concept in a grandiose fashion. When in use they generate their own magnetic fields, repelling from each other and the surface of the earth. After the initial launch it turns into a rather elegant display of falling. The wings become self sufficient while air born using its own magnetic flux to generate the energy required for the constant changes in the fields of both the earth and itself.
Midas touch: While their workings are rather complex they have a simple purpose generate quick burst of force, intended for clearing away wreckage and rock, she uses them to achieve speeds that come close to mach 2. In addition she uses them as combat weapon, but its effectiveness and range is reduced without the constant power of the wings of Icarus.
Golden fleece: As mentioned she flies at speeds that one could not survive without a form of protection, her body generates a barrier that prevents her from being torn apart at the extreme speeds in addition it prevents her from most normal means of damage which coincides with her primary purpose. This is made possible by an synthetic organ that was implanted within her its location is -Redacted- but does nothing unless the Icarus system is engaged. The short coming to such a shielding system comes in the fact it is based off of set information, what it can block it can what it cant it cant.
Stoor vessels use a powerful superfluid magnetohydrodynamic power system to generate a highly energetic halbach magnetosphere around themselves, mimicking the natural magnetospheres generated by planets with fluid mantles (such as Earth, by way of example) or the heliospheres of stars. Each vessel features an organic dynamo containing a rapidly circulating supercharged and superfluid matter, which generates a dipolar magnetic field several hundreds of times the size of the vessel generating the field. The dynamo system also spins perpendicular to its axis, and so the dipolar field behaves as though it were singular and fluid rather than dipolar.
When any object (not merely objects that are strongly magnetic) enters the magnetofield of a planet like Earth, its own trajectory is influenced by the relatively velocity at which the field spins in proportion to how energetic the field is. Earth’s magnetosphere is just powerful enough to deflect radiation and other energetic particles projected for the sun, which relative to large space objects or highly-energetic cosmic particles, may as well be lazily buzzing gnats. Hence, when a large object or an extremely energetic particle enters Earth’s magnetosphere, they tend to be only negligibly affected by the field.
Stoor vessels generate magnetoshields which, relative to the Earth’s magnetofield, almost literally millions of time more energetic and rapid. When an object enters a Stoor magnetoshield, it is likely to be immediately torn apart due to the extreme spin of the superfluid matter near each vessel’s core. Objects that are not torn apart, but lack sufficient kinetic force to maintain their own trajectory are yanked from their trajectory to be flung away from the magnetoshield at a reciprocal vector.
The kinetic energy of a projectile that enters a Stoor magnetoshield affects the circulation and spin of the superfluid matter within the shielding organ, which is so energetic that even projectiles capable of piercing through the magnetoshield generally are incapable of weakening them. This is because the circulating matter in the shielding organ needs to be several magnitudes more energetic than the force produced by almost any projectile in order to generate a field across a wide area of space surrounding each Stoor vessel. Each magnetoshield only has a relatively average capacity to destroy or deflect incoming attacks relative to other shielding systems, and this is because all the energy at the core of the shielding organ has to maintain a uniform amount of energy across the whole magnetoshield. Each shielding organ has a backup capacitor organ that allows it to immediately restore any lost energy and spin in the field should either fall. For this reason, even an extremely powerful attack absorbed by or piercing through a magnetoshield does not affect its power. A Stoor magnetoshield is always on, and always works, generally always with the same energetic intensity, even if an attack has already or is currently breaching the magnetoshield.
Missiles, accelerated particle streams, slugs, and most beam/projectile based weapons are susceptible to interception by Stoor magnetoshields, and the magnetoshields in question do not lose energy from sustaining fire or from being pierced. Very simply, the only way to pierce through the magnetoshield is to use a weapon or form of attack that is powerful enough to pierce through it. Using weapons or attacks too weak to pierce through the magnetoshield initially will never pierce through it at all, no matter how many times they are used or in what concentration they are utilized. If an enemy attacks a Stoor vessel of the same or equivalent ship classification and only has light armaments, there is a distinct possibility that none of its weapons will be capable of piercing the magnetoshield.
The silver lining for attacking forces, of course, is that if an attack pierces the magnetoshield, it always will, and will never fail in doing so (though they had best be wary that even such attacks are not disturbed or deflected enough to miss the target vessel anyway). Since the magnetoshield’s power is always constant, the Stoor cannot suddenly decide to ‘divert more power to the shields!’ The same features which make magnetoshields effective against weak attacks makes them weak against sufficiently strong attacks.
Finally, by necessity of their design, each magnetoshield has two weak points. The organic dynamo containing the circulating matter necessarily generates a dipolar magnetoshield along its axis. At both poles, there is a steep depression in the magnetoshield which makes the area of space covered by the shield much ‘shallower’ than any other space, making it easier for attacks to penetrate those points. In order to circumvent this weakness, the Stoor have each shield dynamo spun perpendicular to their axis (akin to the motion of a gyroscope), causing the axial poles to constantly shift and change position. This prevents enemies from effectively targeting either weak point. However, highly sophisticated tracking systems or targeting suites, if they knew what to look for, could probably time and predict the movements of the poles and time firing solutions to pierce through the magnetoshield the next time one or the other comes around.
Having observed all of this, one might ask how in the world the Stoor manage to fire any of their own weapons through the magnetoshield surrounding each vessel. The answer being that each shielding dynamo, in addition to rapidly circulating supercharged, superfluid matter, circulates it through rotating chambered systems designed to change the interaction of the magnetic field generated by the fluid circulating through each chamber in order to create a dynamic halbach array. This cancels out the influence of the magnetic field on the ‘inside’ of the magnetoshield to near zero which proportionally augmenting the strength of the magnetoshield on its ‘outside’. In this way, each magnetoshield only destroys or repels attacks or objects that approach it from the outside; attacks directed from the inside, out, simply pass through.
Thanks to Terminal
When any object (not merely objects that are strongly magnetic) enters the magnetofield of a planet like Earth, its own trajectory is influenced by the relatively velocity at which the field spins in proportion to how energetic the field is. Earth’s magnetosphere is just powerful enough to deflect radiation and other energetic particles projected for the sun, which relative to large space objects or highly-energetic cosmic particles, may as well be lazily buzzing gnats. Hence, when a large object or an extremely energetic particle enters Earth’s magnetosphere, they tend to be only negligibly affected by the field.
Stoor vessels generate magnetoshields which, relative to the Earth’s magnetofield, almost literally millions of time more energetic and rapid. When an object enters a Stoor magnetoshield, it is likely to be immediately torn apart due to the extreme spin of the superfluid matter near each vessel’s core. Objects that are not torn apart, but lack sufficient kinetic force to maintain their own trajectory are yanked from their trajectory to be flung away from the magnetoshield at a reciprocal vector.
The kinetic energy of a projectile that enters a Stoor magnetoshield affects the circulation and spin of the superfluid matter within the shielding organ, which is so energetic that even projectiles capable of piercing through the magnetoshield generally are incapable of weakening them. This is because the circulating matter in the shielding organ needs to be several magnitudes more energetic than the force produced by almost any projectile in order to generate a field across a wide area of space surrounding each Stoor vessel. Each magnetoshield only has a relatively average capacity to destroy or deflect incoming attacks relative to other shielding systems, and this is because all the energy at the core of the shielding organ has to maintain a uniform amount of energy across the whole magnetoshield. Each shielding organ has a backup capacitor organ that allows it to immediately restore any lost energy and spin in the field should either fall. For this reason, even an extremely powerful attack absorbed by or piercing through a magnetoshield does not affect its power. A Stoor magnetoshield is always on, and always works, generally always with the same energetic intensity, even if an attack has already or is currently breaching the magnetoshield.
Missiles, accelerated particle streams, slugs, and most beam/projectile based weapons are susceptible to interception by Stoor magnetoshields, and the magnetoshields in question do not lose energy from sustaining fire or from being pierced. Very simply, the only way to pierce through the magnetoshield is to use a weapon or form of attack that is powerful enough to pierce through it. Using weapons or attacks too weak to pierce through the magnetoshield initially will never pierce through it at all, no matter how many times they are used or in what concentration they are utilized. If an enemy attacks a Stoor vessel of the same or equivalent ship classification and only has light armaments, there is a distinct possibility that none of its weapons will be capable of piercing the magnetoshield.
The silver lining for attacking forces, of course, is that if an attack pierces the magnetoshield, it always will, and will never fail in doing so (though they had best be wary that even such attacks are not disturbed or deflected enough to miss the target vessel anyway). Since the magnetoshield’s power is always constant, the Stoor cannot suddenly decide to ‘divert more power to the shields!’ The same features which make magnetoshields effective against weak attacks makes them weak against sufficiently strong attacks.
Finally, by necessity of their design, each magnetoshield has two weak points. The organic dynamo containing the circulating matter necessarily generates a dipolar magnetoshield along its axis. At both poles, there is a steep depression in the magnetoshield which makes the area of space covered by the shield much ‘shallower’ than any other space, making it easier for attacks to penetrate those points. In order to circumvent this weakness, the Stoor have each shield dynamo spun perpendicular to their axis (akin to the motion of a gyroscope), causing the axial poles to constantly shift and change position. This prevents enemies from effectively targeting either weak point. However, highly sophisticated tracking systems or targeting suites, if they knew what to look for, could probably time and predict the movements of the poles and time firing solutions to pierce through the magnetoshield the next time one or the other comes around.
Having observed all of this, one might ask how in the world the Stoor manage to fire any of their own weapons through the magnetoshield surrounding each vessel. The answer being that each shielding dynamo, in addition to rapidly circulating supercharged, superfluid matter, circulates it through rotating chambered systems designed to change the interaction of the magnetic field generated by the fluid circulating through each chamber in order to create a dynamic halbach array. This cancels out the influence of the magnetic field on the ‘inside’ of the magnetoshield to near zero which proportionally augmenting the strength of the magnetoshield on its ‘outside’. In this way, each magnetoshield only destroys or repels attacks or objects that approach it from the outside; attacks directed from the inside, out, simply pass through.
Thanks to Terminal
Within her skeletal structure are various points that have been replaced with a synthetic substitute that can withstand the forces that are exerted from her own abilities, but this is primarily joints and smaller bones, such as fingers and toes.
Magic: Has shown no signs of having magical ability, but she is not one to talk about herself.
Skills:
Cheat:Gambling doesn't really apply when your reaction time is heightened to the point you can make a decision at mach 1, meaning machines intended for chance are more or less guaranteed to end in your favor.
Unshaken:While most don't view of this as a skill, she doesn't waver at the strongest of foes, the cruelest of insults, nor the brutality of her adversary. She feels anger but it does not dictate her response, sadness doesn't prevent her action...Despite her best efforts she is almost machine.
Collapsing equipment: Her wings can collapse into what almost looks like a jet pack, and her hand of Midas doesn't radiate light unless her wings are exposed. While some don't understand that this is a skill, her level head allows her to control her mental reactions preventing her from standing out anymore than she already does.
Essential Information
Name/Aliases:
Alice Lucreates aka. Angel
Sex:
Female
Age:
36
Appearance:
Alice stands at 5'7", with long dark brown hair that is most frequently put up in a high ponytail. She has intense dark brown eyes with bright white speckles (a side effect from the genetic modifications) that are framed by thick dark lashes. Although her eyes are not abnormally large, they dwarf her other facial features, simply due to her seemingly unwavering gaze and unique eye color. She has a small crooked nose, a result of having it broken one too many times and her lips p are lump but pale, only a few shades darker than the rest of her face. She has tanned skin from regularly being in the sun and a defined, muscular frame. Alice prides herself in her strength and agility from the decades spent training, and this can be witnessed by the shape of her body. There are also years worth of scars that decorate her skin: a large burnt mark on the right side of her lower back, a long thick scar akin to a sword wound from the side of her left breast and curving down to her left hip, as well as multiple knife and gun wounds littered throughout.
Alice is almost always (unless working out) in a custom made body suit. It covers her from collarbone to wrists to ankles. It is made of a single layer of graphene, and is virtually indestructible. This however, does not make her invulnerable whatsoever, because although the suit itself is 100x stronger than steel, it is also flexible, meaning that Alice can still be shot/stabbed/bruised and while the graphene itself will not break, the skin underneath it can. It fits her like a second skin and is very, very thin, allowing her the flexibility to move around without being hindered, and is also almost see-through.
Above this, Alice wears whatever she likes that is comfortable enough to move in, ranging from tank tops to jeggings. She does, however, have a pair of metallic cuffs around her forearms and shincovers that are made of graphene alloy that she never takes off, unless to polish.
As for accessories, Alice has a pair of sunglasses that she wears during the day and a small, discreet titanium ring around the forth finger of her left hand, with the initials C.H. engraved on the inside. She is also almost always in steel-toed combat boots.
Personality:
Alice is whoever you want her to be; she can go from seductive lover to sadistic assassin, she can play the homeless lady with bipolar disorder perfectly, and then the heiress to a Fortune 500 company with the snap of her fingers. She is loving daughter, playful sister, enthusiastic lover, depraved wife, grieving widow, heartless body guard, all at once, and more.
Who she really is though, it appears as though Alice herself doesn't even really know anymore. The one things she knows is for real? Are her abilities, her body, and her family. And that is all that matters.
History:
Lucracidy is one of the most influential and famous genetic modification companies in the world. They manufacture everything from hair color to metamorphisis. Throughout their history, they have definitely come under scrutiny more times than should be legal, rumours of unethical human and animal experiments, unrestraint genetic testing, etc., but because the governments of the world need their products for their army and protective forces, Lucracidy is more or less left alone to do what they want to. Although their methods may not be conventional, they are also the forefront pioneers in human modifications.
Alice is the second daughter of Steve Lucreates, great-grandson of the founder of Lucracidy. She is one of 7 children, and has 5 brothers and a sister. In every generation of Lucreates, a child is chosen to be the protector of the family, their roles are unnamed, but so flushed out that Alice fate was sealed the moment she was conceived. The best of her parents' genetic DNA were altered so that the characteristics they chose would be expressed. From the moment she hit 6 months old, Alice was swept up into a world of constant training, fighting, learning and missions that would have been virtually impossible for a person not groomed into the role from the beginning. The second she was out of her mother's womb, she was injected with a chemical to increase the speed of neurogenesis and synaptogenesis as well as slow down the inevitable pruning of a child's plastic brain. She learned to walk, talk and do arithmetic before children her age even mastered 5-word sentences. Furthermore, she has the added ability for muscle regeneration and her eyes have been altered to give her scope and night vision whenever needed. Both of which come with a price. Because of the stress and toll that these modifications deal on to her human body, Alice will not live pass the age of 45, and she will be completely blind by the end of it. In all intents and purposes, Alice was made to kill and serve.
However, that was not the way the Lucreates treated her. To them, she was still their daughter. To her siblings, she was not similar to them, but she was still one of them. Her father is an extremely intelligent, aware and stern man; and her mother was warm, loving, but also strict. She grew up in a loving household, and this only further fuelled her desired to train herself to perfection, because she knew it was up to her to protect her family in any event. She understood and embodied the importance of her role, and relished in it. She has saved the lives of her siblings and parents more than once throughout the two decades she practised being their protector, and this was reward enough.
Now, at 36 years old and with the next generation's protector already on the way, Alice is in the process of trying to figure out where she should go from here. Her years of experience has made her more formidable than ever, but she also knows that she has about 4 more years of this peak performance before she would have to completely retire. The side effects will come hard and fast and the moment it starts, she knows that she will be virtually useless.
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Equipment:
Alice has an extremely large weapon-base of which to choose from. Depending on the mission type and her end goal, she is equally skilled at snipers as she is with nunchucks. She does however, have a few hidden silver throwing knives and a small Magnum on her body on all times, easily concealable.
Her weapon of choice, strangely enough, is knife extension that she can clip onto her forearm guards that slides in place with a push of a button when needed.
Marital Status:
Widowed.
Alice was married to a Christian Hills for a brief 5 years, but he was assassinated 4 years ago.
Skills:
Alice is a sharpshooter and is capable of using projectiles from self-fashioned wooden bows to bazookas. Her most preferred form of engagement is close-range combat, using her wrist-blade and daggers.
As mentioned above, she also has scope and night vision, as well as regenerative muscles.
Dog:
Killer is a German Shepard-Wolf Hybrid, bred in a very similar fashion as Alice. He was artificially conceived, and genetically altered for the properties that every intelligent, fierce and strong companion should have. Killer has the life span of about 35 years, meaning he too is approaching the end of his life. He was given to Alice when she was 10 years old, fresh out of his mothers' new batch of puppies. They have been together every day since then and their bond is stronger than any human-to-human bond could be. Alice and Killer are an intense pair. Killer is about 115 pounds and his head comes up to her hip when he is on all fours. Virtually a giant, Killer serves to intimidate as well as deliver killing blows (hence the name) when Alice is otherwise occupied.
Name/Aliases:
Alice Lucreates aka. Angel
Sex:
Female
Age:
36
Appearance:
Alice stands at 5'7", with long dark brown hair that is most frequently put up in a high ponytail. She has intense dark brown eyes with bright white speckles (a side effect from the genetic modifications) that are framed by thick dark lashes. Although her eyes are not abnormally large, they dwarf her other facial features, simply due to her seemingly unwavering gaze and unique eye color. She has a small crooked nose, a result of having it broken one too many times and her lips p are lump but pale, only a few shades darker than the rest of her face. She has tanned skin from regularly being in the sun and a defined, muscular frame. Alice prides herself in her strength and agility from the decades spent training, and this can be witnessed by the shape of her body. There are also years worth of scars that decorate her skin: a large burnt mark on the right side of her lower back, a long thick scar akin to a sword wound from the side of her left breast and curving down to her left hip, as well as multiple knife and gun wounds littered throughout.
Alice is almost always (unless working out) in a custom made body suit. It covers her from collarbone to wrists to ankles. It is made of a single layer of graphene, and is virtually indestructible. This however, does not make her invulnerable whatsoever, because although the suit itself is 100x stronger than steel, it is also flexible, meaning that Alice can still be shot/stabbed/bruised and while the graphene itself will not break, the skin underneath it can. It fits her like a second skin and is very, very thin, allowing her the flexibility to move around without being hindered, and is also almost see-through.
Above this, Alice wears whatever she likes that is comfortable enough to move in, ranging from tank tops to jeggings. She does, however, have a pair of metallic cuffs around her forearms and shincovers that are made of graphene alloy that she never takes off, unless to polish.
As for accessories, Alice has a pair of sunglasses that she wears during the day and a small, discreet titanium ring around the forth finger of her left hand, with the initials C.H. engraved on the inside. She is also almost always in steel-toed combat boots.
Personality:
Alice is whoever you want her to be; she can go from seductive lover to sadistic assassin, she can play the homeless lady with bipolar disorder perfectly, and then the heiress to a Fortune 500 company with the snap of her fingers. She is loving daughter, playful sister, enthusiastic lover, depraved wife, grieving widow, heartless body guard, all at once, and more.
Who she really is though, it appears as though Alice herself doesn't even really know anymore. The one things she knows is for real? Are her abilities, her body, and her family. And that is all that matters.
History:
Lucracidy is one of the most influential and famous genetic modification companies in the world. They manufacture everything from hair color to metamorphisis. Throughout their history, they have definitely come under scrutiny more times than should be legal, rumours of unethical human and animal experiments, unrestraint genetic testing, etc., but because the governments of the world need their products for their army and protective forces, Lucracidy is more or less left alone to do what they want to. Although their methods may not be conventional, they are also the forefront pioneers in human modifications.
Alice is the second daughter of Steve Lucreates, great-grandson of the founder of Lucracidy. She is one of 7 children, and has 5 brothers and a sister. In every generation of Lucreates, a child is chosen to be the protector of the family, their roles are unnamed, but so flushed out that Alice fate was sealed the moment she was conceived. The best of her parents' genetic DNA were altered so that the characteristics they chose would be expressed. From the moment she hit 6 months old, Alice was swept up into a world of constant training, fighting, learning and missions that would have been virtually impossible for a person not groomed into the role from the beginning. The second she was out of her mother's womb, she was injected with a chemical to increase the speed of neurogenesis and synaptogenesis as well as slow down the inevitable pruning of a child's plastic brain. She learned to walk, talk and do arithmetic before children her age even mastered 5-word sentences. Furthermore, she has the added ability for muscle regeneration and her eyes have been altered to give her scope and night vision whenever needed. Both of which come with a price. Because of the stress and toll that these modifications deal on to her human body, Alice will not live pass the age of 45, and she will be completely blind by the end of it. In all intents and purposes, Alice was made to kill and serve.
However, that was not the way the Lucreates treated her. To them, she was still their daughter. To her siblings, she was not similar to them, but she was still one of them. Her father is an extremely intelligent, aware and stern man; and her mother was warm, loving, but also strict. She grew up in a loving household, and this only further fuelled her desired to train herself to perfection, because she knew it was up to her to protect her family in any event. She understood and embodied the importance of her role, and relished in it. She has saved the lives of her siblings and parents more than once throughout the two decades she practised being their protector, and this was reward enough.
Now, at 36 years old and with the next generation's protector already on the way, Alice is in the process of trying to figure out where she should go from here. Her years of experience has made her more formidable than ever, but she also knows that she has about 4 more years of this peak performance before she would have to completely retire. The side effects will come hard and fast and the moment it starts, she knows that she will be virtually useless.
Optional Information
Equipment:
Alice has an extremely large weapon-base of which to choose from. Depending on the mission type and her end goal, she is equally skilled at snipers as she is with nunchucks. She does however, have a few hidden silver throwing knives and a small Magnum on her body on all times, easily concealable.
Her weapon of choice, strangely enough, is knife extension that she can clip onto her forearm guards that slides in place with a push of a button when needed.
Marital Status:
Widowed.
Alice was married to a Christian Hills for a brief 5 years, but he was assassinated 4 years ago.
Skills:
Alice is a sharpshooter and is capable of using projectiles from self-fashioned wooden bows to bazookas. Her most preferred form of engagement is close-range combat, using her wrist-blade and daggers.
As mentioned above, she also has scope and night vision, as well as regenerative muscles.
Dog:
Killer is a German Shepard-Wolf Hybrid, bred in a very similar fashion as Alice. He was artificially conceived, and genetically altered for the properties that every intelligent, fierce and strong companion should have. Killer has the life span of about 35 years, meaning he too is approaching the end of his life. He was given to Alice when she was 10 years old, fresh out of his mothers' new batch of puppies. They have been together every day since then and their bond is stronger than any human-to-human bond could be. Alice and Killer are an intense pair. Killer is about 115 pounds and his head comes up to her hip when he is on all fours. Virtually a giant, Killer serves to intimidate as well as deliver killing blows (hence the name) when Alice is otherwise occupied.
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Morphaeus Virtual Systems
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Name: Anton Roark
Sex: Male
Age: 87
Appearance: Hasn't been seen in public for 25 years. Roark speaks and acts through hired proxies and computers.
History:
A native of Fortitude City, Roark founded Morphaeus Virtual Systems (MVS) at the age of 22. MVS's groundbreaking virtual reality software and prototype neuro-computational systems launched Roark's career, and he quickly became one of the richest men in Fortitude City. Roark's combination of inventive genius and political acumen served him well in the cutthroat world of Fortitude City corporate politics, and he kept MVS at the top of the food chain for many years. At 62 he retired suddenly from the public eye, and has been seen by practically no one in the intervening decades. He continues to run MVS however, communicating his wishes through the corporate noosphere and through trusted proxies and agents. His company's fortunes have sagged over the course of his strange absence, and MVS is regarded by many as something of a spent force, but it nevertheless remains an entity to be reckoned with by the power brokers of Fortitude City.
Equipment: Unknown.
Faction: CEO and Founder of Morphaeus Virtual Systems
Marital Status: Widower
Magic: Unknown
Skills: Technological genius. Savvy politician and businessman.
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Name: Wynn D. Gho, MD
Sex: Male
Age: Looks to be in his mid forties/early fifties
Appearance: Short, somewhat thickset man, shaved bald with a neat goatee. Has piercing green eyes generally worn behind rimless glasses. Favors expensive, custom tailored suits.
Personality: Courteous, cultured, generally reserved.
Equipment: High caliber revolver, occasionally uses a combat shotgun.
Faction: Personal physician of Anton Roark.
Marital Status: Unmarried.
Magic: Greatly enhanced strength and speed.
Skills:
Gho is formidable at hand to hand combat (not that he generally needs to be, given his native strength and speed) and an excellent marksman. By profession, Dr. Gho is a talented neurosurgeon.
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