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@Aphelion good ;)
Ill wait for maybe 1 or 2 more b4 i start cuz im lazy af rn
Any chance I could real quick add good agility and the ability to do rad somersaults and cartwheels to Kessler's skill list?
LordofthePies A Mess
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Is this still open, @Agent 47?
Just in case if I'm welcome to join, here's my CS.
Name:
Aro Danius
Nicknames/Aliases:
N/A
Age:
27
Gender:
Female
Allegiance:
None ATM
Personality:
Aro is a think for herself-er. Her actions are directed by the things that will give her something, and she'll do nearly anything for wealth. The only exception being that she won't harm children. Her parents were robbed for everything they had when she was only four, forcing her to live her life in poverty. She's hated con-men ever since she heard the story. She prefers to work alone, but when put in a group, Aro is a natural leader. She will be upset if she doesn't get her way, but won't be upfront about it. She uses her wit and what influence she has to get what she wants, so Aro won't be too upset when it comes to the word, "no."
Backstory:
Aro used to be a spoiled, rich child, that was until a con-man took her family's wealth. Her parents had never been good with money management since they've always had more than enough. So when the day came and they lost everything, they didn't know what to do. They sold what little they had left and moved to Death Row. Before she left on her own, they did everything they could to scrounge up enough to survive. There was even a point in time when, per request of her parents, Aro became a petty thief. She used to hide in the shadows of the night in Corundum, picking the pockets of those who were brave enough to be out past sunrise. Aro is still used to the thieving lifestyle, even though she doesn't need it. After decades of taking from the rich and giving to herself, she always has enough to get by, especially since her parents passing when she was 19. Aro still sticks around Corundum, searching for anything to line her pockets.
Carried Weapons/Items:(if any)
A small hunting knife, a leather satchel full of money, and, of course, her clothes.
Superpowers:(if any)
She has the ability to blend in with her surroundings, but she's never really noticed. Aro always assumed she was just really good at hiding.
Skills:(not necessarily super)
Stealth, impromptu medicine, pickpocketing, agility, and her quick wit.
Extra:
She has a horrible short-term memory and never really knows where anything is. Aro doesn't have a permanent home, mostly because she doesn't think she'll ever find one if she happened to leave the area.
Just in case if I'm welcome to join, here's my CS.
Name:
Aro Danius
Nicknames/Aliases:
N/A
Age:
27
Gender:
Female
Allegiance:
None ATM
Personality:
Aro is a think for herself-er. Her actions are directed by the things that will give her something, and she'll do nearly anything for wealth. The only exception being that she won't harm children. Her parents were robbed for everything they had when she was only four, forcing her to live her life in poverty. She's hated con-men ever since she heard the story. She prefers to work alone, but when put in a group, Aro is a natural leader. She will be upset if she doesn't get her way, but won't be upfront about it. She uses her wit and what influence she has to get what she wants, so Aro won't be too upset when it comes to the word, "no."
Backstory:
Aro used to be a spoiled, rich child, that was until a con-man took her family's wealth. Her parents had never been good with money management since they've always had more than enough. So when the day came and they lost everything, they didn't know what to do. They sold what little they had left and moved to Death Row. Before she left on her own, they did everything they could to scrounge up enough to survive. There was even a point in time when, per request of her parents, Aro became a petty thief. She used to hide in the shadows of the night in Corundum, picking the pockets of those who were brave enough to be out past sunrise. Aro is still used to the thieving lifestyle, even though she doesn't need it. After decades of taking from the rich and giving to herself, she always has enough to get by, especially since her parents passing when she was 19. Aro still sticks around Corundum, searching for anything to line her pockets.
Carried Weapons/Items:(if any)
A small hunting knife, a leather satchel full of money, and, of course, her clothes.
Superpowers:(if any)
She has the ability to blend in with her surroundings, but she's never really noticed. Aro always assumed she was just really good at hiding.
Skills:(not necessarily super)
Stealth, impromptu medicine, pickpocketing, agility, and her quick wit.
Extra:
She has a horrible short-term memory and never really knows where anything is. Aro doesn't have a permanent home, mostly because she doesn't think she'll ever find one if she happened to leave the area.
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Hitman Mori Quam Foedari
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Any chance I could real quick add good agility and the ability to do rad somersaults and cartwheels to Kessler's skill list?
sure
Is this still open, @Agent 47?
Just in case if I'm welcome to join, here's my CS.
Name:
Aro Danius
Nicknames/Aliases:
N/A
Age:
27
Gender:
Female
Allegiance:
None ATM
Personality:
Aro is a think for herself-er. Her actions are directed by the things that will give her something, and she'll do nearly anything for wealth. The only exception being that she won't harm children. Her parents were robbed for everything they had when she was only four, forcing her to live her life in poverty. She's hated con-men ever since she heard the story. She prefers to work alone, but when put in a group, Aro is a natural leader. She will be upset if she doesn't get her way, but won't be upfront about it. She uses her wit and what influence she has to get what she wants, so Aro won't be too upset when it comes to the word, "no."
Backstory:
Aro used to be a spoiled, rich child, that was until a con-man took her family's wealth. Her parents had never been good with money management since they've always had more than enough. So when the day came and they lost everything, they didn't know what to do. They sold what little they had left and moved to Death Row. Before she left on her own, they did everything they could to scrounge up enough to survive. There was even a point in time when, per request of her parents, Aro became a petty thief. She used to hide in the shadows of the night in Corundum, picking the pockets of those who were brave enough to be out past sunrise. Aro is still used to the thieving lifestyle, even though she doesn't need it. After decades of taking from the rich and giving to herself, she always has enough to get by, especially since her parents passing when she was 19. Aro still sticks around Corundum, searching for anything to line her pockets.
Carried Weapons/Items:(if any)
A small hunting knife, a leather satchel full of money, and, of course, her clothes.
Superpowers:(if any)
She has the ability to blend in with her surroundings, but she's never really noticed. Aro always assumed she was just really good at hiding.
Skills:(not necessarily super)
Stealth, impromptu medicine, pickpocketing, agility, and her quick wit.
Extra:
She has a horrible short-term memory and never really knows where anything is. Aro doesn't have a permanent home, mostly because she doesn't think she'll ever find one if she happened to leave the area.
looks good ;)
LordofthePies A Mess
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Got everything wrapped up except the backstory section. Should be done and posted first thing tomorrow.
Krayzikk The Snark Knight
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Aaaaaaalright, that should do it for a first draft. Borrowed some bits from an older CS so I'll make sure there's nothing missing in the morning, but for now...
Name: Acheri Solomon
Nicknames/Aliases:
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Patron Saints
Written Description: At 5’6”, Acheri Solomon does not look particularly menacing. She would have to really, really work at it to look anything approaching intimidating, and it still probably wouldn’t work. She’s a little too short, a little too slim, and a little too friendly-looking for that. The smile perpetually adorning her attractively strong face (which only gets wider when she’s around her friends) is as infectious as anything the medical doctors (not that sort of doctorate, Mom) handle, and there is no vaccine. The eyes above that grin are a deep, deep green, with black hair that falls down to her shoulders framing them. Her skin is a little lighter than her mother’s, but her heritage is unmistakable. Another trait she inherited from her mother is a very faint cleft in the chin; though it's barely noticeable, it's another mark of her ancestry.
She generally dresses casually, albeit not messily. Her hair is well kept, and her standard combination of jeans and a shirt always pair at least reasonably well together. Work requires more formal attire, but it is not her preference in off hours.
Personality: Acheri can be simple or very, very complex depending on how deeply you contemplate her motives. She is passionate about her job, a passion that leads her to work long hours performing a role that will only make her enemies. Anything to do with her work holds her attention, and she will engage at length with anyone that can provide a fresh insight or information she hasn’t considered. She is tireless and driven, bordering on implacable once her path is decided. Most people would call this admirable in an Assistant State’s Attorney, but in Independence City… Many see a thorn in their side.
Those are the people who see the flip side of these attributes, the fire that drives her and the steel that sustains her. Her position in Independence City could be a very, very lucrative one for someone with looser morals. A prosecutor, even an assistant one, is a very useful card up one’s sleeve. Corrupt businessmen, cartels, the Mafia and even the police would very much like to have the prosecution in their pocket. In many cases they succeed. Prosecutors in Independence City are notoriously corrupt, or at the very least apathetic. Acheri, on the other hand, performs her duties with the utmost integrity. Bribery won’t sway her, and threats have yet to stop her. Not that the city’s criminal elements haven’t started considering more… Permanent solution. The police find no quarter, either, not even when letting their actions slide might mean putting someone away for life.
There is a right, there is a wrong, and Acheri firmly believes that it is her job (and everyone else’s) to see the difference. And to act on it. That doesn’t simply mean “stare disapprovingly” in Acheri’s world. Bystander syndrome is an abhorrent concept in her eyes, and one she strives to defy every day. If something is wrong she’s damn well going to do something about it. Conviction is critical, even if she can be more than a little outspoken. What’s right is right, even if it’s unpopular. The right thing to do is the right thing to do. This conflicts with her belief in the law on an almost daily basis, especially in Independence City. Vigilantism is illegal, even if she believes it’s the right thing to do. Her desire for due process wars with her perception that due process isn’t getting anywhere.
Still, she has her principles. Vigilantism, despite her reluctance, is a mean to a proper end. It is not an excuse to become the judge, the jury, and the executioner. Murder is murder, and that is a low to which she will not stoop. By no stretch will she shy away from a fight if it is necessary, and her principles by no means blind her to the reality of the city’s inhabitants, but she will avoid lethal force as long as humanly possible.
Outside of her professional and “extracurricular” life, Acheri is a calm person. She’ll save her boundless energy for people she knows will appreciate it, treating most strangers a little distantly albeit politely. She has an abiding love for heroic fiction from all sorts of sources, an affection frequently indulged in on her days off.
Backstory: Acheri Solomon was born to an admittedly eclectic melting pool of a family out in Arizona. Her mother was a Hopi Indian, and made sure she was versed in their culture even if they didn’t live on their land. Her father was an aspiring author with a love for myth and legend, telling her bedtime stories of gods and heroes. This homebrew of Hopi culture, heroic tales from across the globe, and Saturday morning cartoons was bound to instill a belief in heroism.
Most of her childhood, all things considered, was pretty uneventful. The Solomon household didn’t make very much money, but they made enough to get by. Little Acheri grew up reading books and catching her cartoons when they were on public TV on Saturdays, exercising her imagination through these simpler stories than the peers that grew up with nonstop access to Cartoon Network. She was a bright kid, and that love of reading gave her an early edge over classmates that hadn’t really been exposed to literature much before school. That edge only ever really grew, swelling alongside her fascination with the subject material in all of her classes. For the most part, though, her elementary school years were pretty normal. Though her parents had to admit that the occasional phone call because she elected to square off with a would-be-bully herself, rather than get a teacher, were a mild problem. Not really one that they could ever bring themselves to punish her for; technically she never really did anything wrong, and punishing her for standing up for herself was the exact opposite lesson they wanted to teach. So they tried to push her towards asking the teacher for help when she could, explaining sometimes you had to work with the system and that explanation generally cut down on the issues. Not eliminate, but they figured it was the best they were going to get.
The only unexpected thing she ever did was ask to take martial arts lessons. Her parents never really quite figured out why but it was the one thing Acheri was ever really insistent on asking for. It wasn’t really in the family budget… But as tight as it was, and with a little help from her grandparents, they found a way to make it work. She took to them with as much enthusiasm as she ever did her schoolwork, and sought to learn everything she could. By the time she was halfway through her freshman year of high school she was working a part time job to help pay for her own lessons.
Though that wasn’t the only reason for working a job. Her parents redoubled their efforts, both in work and in saving, with college on the horizon but there was a fear that the Solomons wouldn’t be able to pay for it. Acheri wasn’t looking at expensive schools, but her parents were determined that she would be able to go. Every spare penny went into saving, from their jobs and hers, and Acheri threw herself into her schoolwork. If she pursued the career she wanted she would need as many scholarships as she could get. Balancing school, work, and extracurriculars was far, far from easy but Acheri kept herself on top of it.
She was rewarded for her efforts, too. She graduated in the top ten students of her class, bound for school on the east coast with almost a full ride. Her college savings were enough to handle her Bachelor’s degree, as long as she kept up with a job during college, but she was slated for at least three more years even when she finished that. Despite the challenges she loved it. She loved living on campus, the classes she took, and all the new activities campus life offered. Not only could she keep up with what she learned from her old martial arts lessons, there was an even greater variety of styles to learn and explore. And clubs with appreciation for the fiction she enjoyed! Even the more niche things!
Acheri eventually graduated with her J.D. from University of Maryland School of Law, and landed a job as an Assistant State’s Attorney. She actually requested her placement in Independence City, seeing it as the place she could do the most good.
The reality… Has been harsh. Though she hasn’t lost her conviction, the city was in significantly worse shape than she could have expected. Attempts to buy her off began in her first week, threats in her first month, and attempts at blackmail by her third. By the time she’d been there a year she was watching for attempts on her life. It wouldn’t have been the first time the criminal element had done such a thing, and she had gotten on the bad side of all of them.
Gaining powers had not been something she expected, least of all from tap water. Her decision to take up vigilantism was… Complicated, and not without hesitation. It still isn’t. But her commitment to cleaning up the city was real, and if she had been handed powers, wasn’t it her responsibility to use them?
Carried Weapons/Items: The only weapon, per se, that Acheri carries is an expandable steel baton for self defense. The Maglite flashlight she keeps in her car serves a similar, albeit improvised purpose. She also carries a Swiss army knife.
For use with her power, however, she carries a handful of seemingly eclectic items; a paracord bracelet, a few feet of rolled up string, a couple of large Sharpies, and strangely… A collapsible hula hoop.
Superpowers: Acheri has come to call her ability Ward, as it is the best descriptor she can give it. She can create unseen, but solid projections of energy that function primarily as barriers. Simple enough, but she has discovered a few quirks through her experimentation. She has to be able to visualize the boundaries of the construct she is planning to create, and keep that picture fixed in her head. Preparation is a factor as well. A construct she creates on the fly will require constant energy to maintain, lapsing either when she stops supplying energy or stops envisioning it. With time to prepare, however, she can infuse a construct with a given supply of energy that she can add to at any time. Planning ahead becomes a necessity. With an appropriate visual aid she can keep a relatively specific construct easily maintained, or with time to prepare she won’t need to actively maintain it.
As such she tends to group her constructs into Active Wards, and Passive Wards. Active Wards are constructs she creates in the field as needed, using quick reference points or portable aid to create them quickly and efficiently. The more specific the reference point, the easier to maintain though she can work with just about anything. As long as she can keep it pictured in her mind, she can maintain it. Passive Wards are things she prepares ahead of time, and with a fixed amount of energy; for example, her apartment is reinforced with Passive Wards. These constructs have been carefully prepared and are backed by energy pools that she has added to over time, and thus are self sustaining. Passive Constructs aren’t more difficult to make, but they require appropriate preparation for any real permanence. The more often she can spare energy to reinforce them, the longer they’ll last and the more punishment they can take.
Her constructs are invisible to other people unless touched or struck, at which point they will seem to shimmer faintly until contact ceases. Acheri always sees them in this state. They are solid, and while they mostly serve defensive purposes they can be used for utilitarian ones. A thin enough construct could even be used as an impromptu blade, or a thicker one as a bludgeon.
Skills: Skilled martial artist, first and foremost. Quick thinker. Exceptionally well read on matters of law and criminal procedure, as well as generally well-read due to a voracious reading habit. Disturbing caffeine tolerance.
Extra:
Nicknames/Aliases:
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Patron Saints
Written Description: At 5’6”, Acheri Solomon does not look particularly menacing. She would have to really, really work at it to look anything approaching intimidating, and it still probably wouldn’t work. She’s a little too short, a little too slim, and a little too friendly-looking for that. The smile perpetually adorning her attractively strong face (which only gets wider when she’s around her friends) is as infectious as anything the medical doctors (not that sort of doctorate, Mom) handle, and there is no vaccine. The eyes above that grin are a deep, deep green, with black hair that falls down to her shoulders framing them. Her skin is a little lighter than her mother’s, but her heritage is unmistakable. Another trait she inherited from her mother is a very faint cleft in the chin; though it's barely noticeable, it's another mark of her ancestry.
She generally dresses casually, albeit not messily. Her hair is well kept, and her standard combination of jeans and a shirt always pair at least reasonably well together. Work requires more formal attire, but it is not her preference in off hours.
Personality: Acheri can be simple or very, very complex depending on how deeply you contemplate her motives. She is passionate about her job, a passion that leads her to work long hours performing a role that will only make her enemies. Anything to do with her work holds her attention, and she will engage at length with anyone that can provide a fresh insight or information she hasn’t considered. She is tireless and driven, bordering on implacable once her path is decided. Most people would call this admirable in an Assistant State’s Attorney, but in Independence City… Many see a thorn in their side.
Those are the people who see the flip side of these attributes, the fire that drives her and the steel that sustains her. Her position in Independence City could be a very, very lucrative one for someone with looser morals. A prosecutor, even an assistant one, is a very useful card up one’s sleeve. Corrupt businessmen, cartels, the Mafia and even the police would very much like to have the prosecution in their pocket. In many cases they succeed. Prosecutors in Independence City are notoriously corrupt, or at the very least apathetic. Acheri, on the other hand, performs her duties with the utmost integrity. Bribery won’t sway her, and threats have yet to stop her. Not that the city’s criminal elements haven’t started considering more… Permanent solution. The police find no quarter, either, not even when letting their actions slide might mean putting someone away for life.
There is a right, there is a wrong, and Acheri firmly believes that it is her job (and everyone else’s) to see the difference. And to act on it. That doesn’t simply mean “stare disapprovingly” in Acheri’s world. Bystander syndrome is an abhorrent concept in her eyes, and one she strives to defy every day. If something is wrong she’s damn well going to do something about it. Conviction is critical, even if she can be more than a little outspoken. What’s right is right, even if it’s unpopular. The right thing to do is the right thing to do. This conflicts with her belief in the law on an almost daily basis, especially in Independence City. Vigilantism is illegal, even if she believes it’s the right thing to do. Her desire for due process wars with her perception that due process isn’t getting anywhere.
Still, she has her principles. Vigilantism, despite her reluctance, is a mean to a proper end. It is not an excuse to become the judge, the jury, and the executioner. Murder is murder, and that is a low to which she will not stoop. By no stretch will she shy away from a fight if it is necessary, and her principles by no means blind her to the reality of the city’s inhabitants, but she will avoid lethal force as long as humanly possible.
Outside of her professional and “extracurricular” life, Acheri is a calm person. She’ll save her boundless energy for people she knows will appreciate it, treating most strangers a little distantly albeit politely. She has an abiding love for heroic fiction from all sorts of sources, an affection frequently indulged in on her days off.
Backstory: Acheri Solomon was born to an admittedly eclectic melting pool of a family out in Arizona. Her mother was a Hopi Indian, and made sure she was versed in their culture even if they didn’t live on their land. Her father was an aspiring author with a love for myth and legend, telling her bedtime stories of gods and heroes. This homebrew of Hopi culture, heroic tales from across the globe, and Saturday morning cartoons was bound to instill a belief in heroism.
Most of her childhood, all things considered, was pretty uneventful. The Solomon household didn’t make very much money, but they made enough to get by. Little Acheri grew up reading books and catching her cartoons when they were on public TV on Saturdays, exercising her imagination through these simpler stories than the peers that grew up with nonstop access to Cartoon Network. She was a bright kid, and that love of reading gave her an early edge over classmates that hadn’t really been exposed to literature much before school. That edge only ever really grew, swelling alongside her fascination with the subject material in all of her classes. For the most part, though, her elementary school years were pretty normal. Though her parents had to admit that the occasional phone call because she elected to square off with a would-be-bully herself, rather than get a teacher, were a mild problem. Not really one that they could ever bring themselves to punish her for; technically she never really did anything wrong, and punishing her for standing up for herself was the exact opposite lesson they wanted to teach. So they tried to push her towards asking the teacher for help when she could, explaining sometimes you had to work with the system and that explanation generally cut down on the issues. Not eliminate, but they figured it was the best they were going to get.
The only unexpected thing she ever did was ask to take martial arts lessons. Her parents never really quite figured out why but it was the one thing Acheri was ever really insistent on asking for. It wasn’t really in the family budget… But as tight as it was, and with a little help from her grandparents, they found a way to make it work. She took to them with as much enthusiasm as she ever did her schoolwork, and sought to learn everything she could. By the time she was halfway through her freshman year of high school she was working a part time job to help pay for her own lessons.
Though that wasn’t the only reason for working a job. Her parents redoubled their efforts, both in work and in saving, with college on the horizon but there was a fear that the Solomons wouldn’t be able to pay for it. Acheri wasn’t looking at expensive schools, but her parents were determined that she would be able to go. Every spare penny went into saving, from their jobs and hers, and Acheri threw herself into her schoolwork. If she pursued the career she wanted she would need as many scholarships as she could get. Balancing school, work, and extracurriculars was far, far from easy but Acheri kept herself on top of it.
She was rewarded for her efforts, too. She graduated in the top ten students of her class, bound for school on the east coast with almost a full ride. Her college savings were enough to handle her Bachelor’s degree, as long as she kept up with a job during college, but she was slated for at least three more years even when she finished that. Despite the challenges she loved it. She loved living on campus, the classes she took, and all the new activities campus life offered. Not only could she keep up with what she learned from her old martial arts lessons, there was an even greater variety of styles to learn and explore. And clubs with appreciation for the fiction she enjoyed! Even the more niche things!
Acheri eventually graduated with her J.D. from University of Maryland School of Law, and landed a job as an Assistant State’s Attorney. She actually requested her placement in Independence City, seeing it as the place she could do the most good.
The reality… Has been harsh. Though she hasn’t lost her conviction, the city was in significantly worse shape than she could have expected. Attempts to buy her off began in her first week, threats in her first month, and attempts at blackmail by her third. By the time she’d been there a year she was watching for attempts on her life. It wouldn’t have been the first time the criminal element had done such a thing, and she had gotten on the bad side of all of them.
Gaining powers had not been something she expected, least of all from tap water. Her decision to take up vigilantism was… Complicated, and not without hesitation. It still isn’t. But her commitment to cleaning up the city was real, and if she had been handed powers, wasn’t it her responsibility to use them?
Carried Weapons/Items: The only weapon, per se, that Acheri carries is an expandable steel baton for self defense. The Maglite flashlight she keeps in her car serves a similar, albeit improvised purpose. She also carries a Swiss army knife.
For use with her power, however, she carries a handful of seemingly eclectic items; a paracord bracelet, a few feet of rolled up string, a couple of large Sharpies, and strangely… A collapsible hula hoop.
Superpowers: Acheri has come to call her ability Ward, as it is the best descriptor she can give it. She can create unseen, but solid projections of energy that function primarily as barriers. Simple enough, but she has discovered a few quirks through her experimentation. She has to be able to visualize the boundaries of the construct she is planning to create, and keep that picture fixed in her head. Preparation is a factor as well. A construct she creates on the fly will require constant energy to maintain, lapsing either when she stops supplying energy or stops envisioning it. With time to prepare, however, she can infuse a construct with a given supply of energy that she can add to at any time. Planning ahead becomes a necessity. With an appropriate visual aid she can keep a relatively specific construct easily maintained, or with time to prepare she won’t need to actively maintain it.
As such she tends to group her constructs into Active Wards, and Passive Wards. Active Wards are constructs she creates in the field as needed, using quick reference points or portable aid to create them quickly and efficiently. The more specific the reference point, the easier to maintain though she can work with just about anything. As long as she can keep it pictured in her mind, she can maintain it. Passive Wards are things she prepares ahead of time, and with a fixed amount of energy; for example, her apartment is reinforced with Passive Wards. These constructs have been carefully prepared and are backed by energy pools that she has added to over time, and thus are self sustaining. Passive Constructs aren’t more difficult to make, but they require appropriate preparation for any real permanence. The more often she can spare energy to reinforce them, the longer they’ll last and the more punishment they can take.
Her constructs are invisible to other people unless touched or struck, at which point they will seem to shimmer faintly until contact ceases. Acheri always sees them in this state. They are solid, and while they mostly serve defensive purposes they can be used for utilitarian ones. A thin enough construct could even be used as an impromptu blade, or a thicker one as a bludgeon.
Skills: Skilled martial artist, first and foremost. Quick thinker. Exceptionally well read on matters of law and criminal procedure, as well as generally well-read due to a voracious reading habit. Disturbing caffeine tolerance.
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Alright! Mid-terms done! Is this still open? >3>
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Hitman Mori Quam Foedari
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Alright! Mid-terms done! Is this still open? >3>
Aye sir
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I'm going to be away for a few days. I got to head to my new duty station and it'll be a 2 day trip. As soon as I get a new phone and Internet, I'll be back. It'll only be a few days. @Agent 47
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Aye sir
wow, it did 'not' feel like 20 hours ago that I posted that... I'd intended to relax, and sleep, and pop back on maybe 12 hours later or so XD hahah...
Anyway! wonderful! I shall dig into a CS then :D
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Name: Neaera Pollard
Nicknames/Aliases: Sunbeam
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Wannabe Saint
Written Description: Neaera is an average-sized girl, standing at about 5'5" and weighing about 121~ pounds. Her hair is the colour of beaten gold and falls to about the small of her back. Typically it is kept messy and windswept. Her skin is milky white and she is frequently described as having an ethereal or otherworldly look to her. Her eyes are a brownish amber hue normally. While empowered by the Sun her hair seems to glow brightly and almost ignite. Her eyes glaze over with a bright light and her hands take on a bright white aura.
Personality: Neaera is a friendly and kindhearted, if naive, girl. She loves to make friends and take part in new activities. This is, of course, a double-edged sword. She is entirely too trusting and innocent and it has been the bane of her parents' lives as well as her crimefighting career. She isn't exactly dumb, she just believes that no-one is truly evil and is easily swayed to follow and take part in particularly charismatic villain's schemes. If one manages to admit defeat and appeal to her merciful nature she is quick to forgive and forget. It takes a very heinous crime for her to believe someone is past redemption. She idealises the Saints and would love nothing more than to have a seat at their table or even a chance at a place in their ranks.
Backstory: Born into a middle-class family who soon found themselves on hard times, her parents worked hard to shelter their only daughter from the harshness of the outside world and to their unfortunate circumstances (some would say too much.) As a result Neaera grew up with a fairly simplistic view of the world's complex mix of morality. She views most things as inherently good and those she sees as evil she believes can be redeemed through sheer will or some other vague concept. It wasn't all bad however, as she can find wonder in the smallest things and the things a lot of people can take for granted, such as a bright sunny day or a simple compliment. Her parents also encouraged her naturally sunny disposition, allowing her to make friends easily and become quite popular at school and other social events. Her natural beauty also helped.
When Neaera was 10 her father passed away due to health complications from a work-related accident. Her father's death taught her to never take life for granted and to appreciate every waking moment. Without her dad's extra income, Neaera and her mother were forced to move into a series of progressively more run down apartment complexes. It is due to these circumstances that a few months before she graduated high school, Neaera discovered that she now possessed a special connection to the Sun. Though she never would have guessed it, polluted water had granted her body the ability to harness and use radiation generated from the Sun itself. It took some serious getting used to. Not accidentally assuming the visage of an angry pagan sun goddess the moment your skin touches sunlight takes more finesse than one might guess.
Though her powers took some getting used to, Nee did her best to use them for good causes (although more than once she has been duped into using them for petty revenge or something along those lines, but nothing more serious yet) and to explore them to their fullest potential. After witnessing the Saints stopping a robbery, Nee was inspired on the spot to join them. Convinced that gaining access would allow her to do even greater good than on her own, Nee is currently trying to figure out how to apply or try-out for the revered team.
Carried Weapons/Items: None
Superpowers: Neaera's powers manifest to their full extent in direct sunlight. While empowered by the Sun, she can fire bolts of explosive sunlight or fire beams of concentrated energy. In addition she gains the power of flight, which leaves trails of blazing sunlight in her path. As well as flight she gains increased strength and reflexes. Her durability does increase but not by a lot, making her somewhat of a glass cannon. In indirect sunlight she gains weaker versions of her powers (offensive abilities are less destructive and powerful, flight is slower, super strength is less super etc.) Out of sunlight she slowly loses her powers, although she can conserve them somewhat by exercising restraint. Eventually with enough time out of the sun she will lose her powers until she reconnects with the starlight of the Sun.
Skills: She can pick things up with her feet if she really concentrates.
Extra: relevant song
Sorry it took so long!
Silvan Haven Interstellar Paladin
Member
Seen
3 yrs ago
Hey, wasn't joking when I popped in before. Have a thing.
Name: Justin Harken
Nicknames/Aliases: Guardian
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Patron Saints
Written Description: Ask anyone what their first thought was upon seeing Justin and nine times out of ten the answer will be "big." At six and a half feet tall he and his muscles cut an imposing figure. It is somewhat offset however, by the huge smile that seems eternally plastered across his face. With a strong jaw and wide cheekbones that smile can be very big. Above them lies a pair of twinkling blue eyes that, along with his mane of blond hair, hints at a Nordic or Germanic ancestry.
When not on duty at the station house or fighting evil in the streets Justin has a very everyman wardrobe. Lots of jeans and T-shirts, a few nicer clothes, some workout clothes. It depends on the day, really.
Personality: Somewhat larger than life in a figurative as well as literal sense. He deeply believes in the mission of the Saints. A warm heart drives Justin forward in both his day job and his self appointed night job. While an iron clad moral code prevents him from straying from the path of the Guardian. He is friendly to all around him. Trying to get to know the members of his team better whenever he can and draw them closer together.
There are some parts of being a vigilante that bother him however. For one he would much rather be working with the government to clean up the streets. The fact that many of the police force are little better than crooks themselves eats at him. Killing is also a complicated subject. Justin has taken enough lives already. He knows what doing so means. But he also realizes that sometimes it is unavoidable. Sometimes you can't talk the bad guy down. Sometimes you have to put him down.
Backstory: Unsurprisingly Justin was not born in Independence City. Raised in the Pennsylvania countryside he was brought up in a family with a history of service. Military, police, EMTs and firefighters. The boy was taught about standing up for the weak and for what was right. Even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. As might have been expected he got into a lot of fights as a kid because of that. Although he never seemed to lack friends as a result of them.
When he was eighteen Justin joined the Army. Two full four year tours. The first couple years were in noncombat postings at several US bases around the globe. The second two were active combat in the Middle East. He learned a lot in those two years. Killed his first person, lost friends for the first time. Justin finished his first tour changed but not broken. And when he signed up for another four years he also entered Ranger school.
There was no third tour. Eight years in the military was enough for Justin. He wasn't planning on becoming a lifer so he got out. Of course he couldn't just become an office manager or something equally boring after all that. He still wanted to feel like he was part of something, something that was making a difference in the world. So the next step was obviously to become a fireman.
For the past year the ex-Ranger has been part of the Independence City Fire Department. It was a busy time before he got superpowers. Now between his duties as a firefighter, Fire Marshal classes and being the Guardian he is finding downtime a rare commodity.
Carried Weapons/Items: 9mm Glock, (rubber and lead rounds.)
Six inch "pocket" knife and a small boot knife.
Taser.
Kevlar armor vest.
Zipties.
Paracord bracelet.
Superpowers: Justin's ability is a simple one on the surface. He can overwrite, or perhaps reset, a piece of reality back to what he considers normal. Say someone got shot or had a limb hacked off. Most people don't consider that to be normal. So Justin uses his power, the person glows white and is suddenly all healed. It's not limited to people either. Places and things are also free game.
There are costs and limits of course. The larger the target the more energy it takes to reset it. Also he can't wish ordinary human beings out of existence.
Skills: Eight years in the army can teach a guy a few things. Especially on how to break people and their stuff. Justin is highly capable in a variety of methods on putting people on or in the ground. Give him a gun, knives or nothing at all and he can get it done.
He also has a solid knowledge of explosives, mechanics and a passing knowledge of structural engineering. Both from his days needing to know to best way to destroy something and his days as a fireman needing to know how to prevent something from being destroyed.
Extra:
Nicknames/Aliases: Guardian
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Patron Saints
Written Description: Ask anyone what their first thought was upon seeing Justin and nine times out of ten the answer will be "big." At six and a half feet tall he and his muscles cut an imposing figure. It is somewhat offset however, by the huge smile that seems eternally plastered across his face. With a strong jaw and wide cheekbones that smile can be very big. Above them lies a pair of twinkling blue eyes that, along with his mane of blond hair, hints at a Nordic or Germanic ancestry.
When not on duty at the station house or fighting evil in the streets Justin has a very everyman wardrobe. Lots of jeans and T-shirts, a few nicer clothes, some workout clothes. It depends on the day, really.
Personality: Somewhat larger than life in a figurative as well as literal sense. He deeply believes in the mission of the Saints. A warm heart drives Justin forward in both his day job and his self appointed night job. While an iron clad moral code prevents him from straying from the path of the Guardian. He is friendly to all around him. Trying to get to know the members of his team better whenever he can and draw them closer together.
There are some parts of being a vigilante that bother him however. For one he would much rather be working with the government to clean up the streets. The fact that many of the police force are little better than crooks themselves eats at him. Killing is also a complicated subject. Justin has taken enough lives already. He knows what doing so means. But he also realizes that sometimes it is unavoidable. Sometimes you can't talk the bad guy down. Sometimes you have to put him down.
Backstory: Unsurprisingly Justin was not born in Independence City. Raised in the Pennsylvania countryside he was brought up in a family with a history of service. Military, police, EMTs and firefighters. The boy was taught about standing up for the weak and for what was right. Even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. As might have been expected he got into a lot of fights as a kid because of that. Although he never seemed to lack friends as a result of them.
When he was eighteen Justin joined the Army. Two full four year tours. The first couple years were in noncombat postings at several US bases around the globe. The second two were active combat in the Middle East. He learned a lot in those two years. Killed his first person, lost friends for the first time. Justin finished his first tour changed but not broken. And when he signed up for another four years he also entered Ranger school.
There was no third tour. Eight years in the military was enough for Justin. He wasn't planning on becoming a lifer so he got out. Of course he couldn't just become an office manager or something equally boring after all that. He still wanted to feel like he was part of something, something that was making a difference in the world. So the next step was obviously to become a fireman.
For the past year the ex-Ranger has been part of the Independence City Fire Department. It was a busy time before he got superpowers. Now between his duties as a firefighter, Fire Marshal classes and being the Guardian he is finding downtime a rare commodity.
Carried Weapons/Items: 9mm Glock, (rubber and lead rounds.)
Six inch "pocket" knife and a small boot knife.
Taser.
Kevlar armor vest.
Zipties.
Paracord bracelet.
Superpowers: Justin's ability is a simple one on the surface. He can overwrite, or perhaps reset, a piece of reality back to what he considers normal. Say someone got shot or had a limb hacked off. Most people don't consider that to be normal. So Justin uses his power, the person glows white and is suddenly all healed. It's not limited to people either. Places and things are also free game.
There are costs and limits of course. The larger the target the more energy it takes to reset it. Also he can't wish ordinary human beings out of existence.
Skills: Eight years in the army can teach a guy a few things. Especially on how to break people and their stuff. Justin is highly capable in a variety of methods on putting people on or in the ground. Give him a gun, knives or nothing at all and he can get it done.
He also has a solid knowledge of explosives, mechanics and a passing knowledge of structural engineering. Both from his days needing to know to best way to destroy something and his days as a fireman needing to know how to prevent something from being destroyed.
Extra:
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Amaranth the Kasaanda
Member
Seen
4 hrs ago
Hey, wasn't joking when I popped in before. Have a thing.Name: Justin Harken
Nicknames/Aliases: Guardian
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Patron Saints
Written Description: Ask anyone what their first thought was upon seeing Justin and nine times out of ten the answer will be "big." At six and a half feet tall he and his muscles cut an imposing figure. It is somewhat offset however, by the huge smile that seems eternally plastered across his face. With a strong jaw and wide cheekbones that smile can be very big. Above them lies a pair of twinkling blue eyes that, along with his mane of blond hair, hints at a Nordic or Germanic ancestry.
When not on duty at the station house or fighting evil in the streets Justin has a very everyman wardrobe. Lots of jeans and T-shirts, a few nicer clothes, some workout clothes. It depends on the day, really.
Personality: Somewhat larger than life in a figurative as well as literal sense. He deeply believes in the mission of the Saints. A warm heart drives Justin forward in both his day job and his self appointed night job. While an iron clad moral code prevents him from straying from the path of the Guardian. He is friendly to all around him. Trying to get to know the members of his team better whenever he can and draw them closer together.
There are some parts of being a vigilante that bother him however. For one he would much rather be working with the government to clean up the streets. The fact that many of the police force are little better than crooks themselves eats at him. Killing is also a complicated subject. Justin has taken enough lives already. He knows what doing so means. But he also realizes that sometimes it is unavoidable. Sometimes you can't talk the bad guy down. Sometimes you have to put him down.
Backstory: Unsurprisingly Justin was not born in Independence City. Raised in the Pennsylvania countryside he was brought up in a family with a history of service. Military, police, EMTs and firefighters. The boy was taught about standing up for the weak and for what was right. Even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. As might have been expected he got into a lot of fights as a kid because of that. Although he never seemed to lack friends as a result of them.
When he was eighteen Justin joined the Army. Two full four year tours. The first couple years were in noncombat postings at several US bases around the globe. The second two were active combat in the Middle East. He learned a lot in those two years. Killed his first person, lost friends for the first time. Justin finished his first tour changed but not broken. And when he signed up for another four years he also entered Ranger school.
There was no third tour. Eight years in the military was enough for Justin. He wasn't planning on becoming a lifer so he got out. Of course he couldn't just become an office manager or something equally boring after all that. He still wanted to feel like he was part of something, something that was making a difference in the world. So the next step was obviously to become a fireman.
For the past year the ex-Ranger has been part of the Independence City Fire Department. It was a busy time before he got superpowers. Now between his duties as a firefighter, Fire Marshal classes and being the Guardian he is finding downtime a rare commodity.
Carried Weapons/Items: 9mm Glock, (rubber and lead rounds.)
Six inch "pocket" knife and a small boot knife.
Taser.
Kevlar armor vest.
Zipties.
Paracord bracelet.
Superpowers: Justin's ability is a simple one on the surface. He can overwrite, or perhaps reset, a piece of reality back to what he considers normal. Say someone got shot or had a limb hacked off. Most people don't consider that to be normal. So Justin uses his power, the person glows white and is suddenly all healed. It's not limited to people either. Places and things are also free game.
There are costs and limits of course. The larger the target the more energy it takes to reset it. Also he can't wish ordinary human beings out of existence.
Skills: Eight years in the army can teach a guy a few things. Especially on how to break people and their stuff. Justin is highly capable in a variety of methods on putting people on or in the ground. Give him a gun, knives or nothing at all and he can get it done.
He also has a solid knowledge of explosives, mechanics and a passing knowledge of structural engineering. Both from his days needing to know to best way to destroy something and his days as a fireman needing to know how to prevent something from being destroyed.
Extra:
That’s a very cool superpower!
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Hitman Mori Quam Foedari
Member
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Name: Neaera Pollard
Nicknames/Aliases: Sunbeam
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Wannabe Saint
Written Description: Neaera is an average-sized girl, standing at about 5'5" and weighing about 121~ pounds. Her hair is the colour of beaten gold and falls to about the small of her back. Typically it is kept messy and windswept. Her skin is milky white and she is frequently described as having an ethereal or otherworldly look to her. Her eyes are a brownish amber hue normally. While empowered by the Sun her hair seems to glow brightly and almost ignite. Her eyes glaze over with a bright light and her hands take on a bright white aura.
Personality: Neaera is a friendly and kindhearted, if naive, girl. She loves to make friends and take part in new activities. This is, of course, a double-edged sword. She is entirely too trusting and innocent and it has been the bane of her parents' lives as well as her crimefighting career. She isn't exactly dumb, she just believes that no-one is truly evil and is easily swayed to follow and take part in particularly charismatic villain's schemes. If one manages to admit defeat and appeal to her merciful nature she is quick to forgive and forget. It takes a very heinous crime for her to believe someone is past redemption. She idealises the Saints and would love nothing more than to have a seat at their table or even a chance at a place in their ranks.
Backstory: Born into a middle-class family who soon found themselves on hard times, her parents worked hard to shelter their only daughter from the harshness of the outside world and to their unfortunate circumstances (some would say too much.) As a result Neaera grew up with a fairly simplistic view of the world's complex mix of morality. She views most things as inherently good and those she sees as evil she believes can be redeemed through sheer will or some other vague concept. It wasn't all bad however, as she can find wonder in the smallest things and the things a lot of people can take for granted, such as a bright sunny day or a simple compliment. Her parents also encouraged her naturally sunny disposition, allowing her to make friends easily and become quite popular at school and other social events. Her natural beauty also helped.
When Neaera was 10 her father passed away due to health complications from a work-related accident. Her father's death taught her to never take life for granted and to appreciate every waking moment. Without her dad's extra income, Neaera and her mother were forced to move into a series of progressively more run down apartment complexes. It is due to these circumstances that a few months before she graduated high school, Neaera discovered that she now possessed a special connection to the Sun. Though she never would have guessed it, polluted water had granted her body the ability to harness and use radiation generated from the Sun itself. It took some serious getting used to. Not accidentally assuming the visage of an angry pagan sun goddess the moment your skin touches sunlight takes more finesse than one might guess.
Though her powers took some getting used to, Nee did her best to use them for good causes (although more than once she has been duped into using them for petty revenge or something along those lines, but nothing more serious yet) and to explore them to their fullest potential. After witnessing the Saints stopping a robbery, Nee was inspired on the spot to join them. Convinced that gaining access would allow her to do even greater good than on her own, Nee is currently trying to figure out how to apply or try-out for the revered team.
Carried Weapons/Items: None
Superpowers: Neaera's powers manifest to their full extent in direct sunlight. While empowered by the Sun, she can fire bolts of explosive sunlight or fire beams of concentrated energy. In addition she gains the power of flight, which leaves trails of blazing sunlight in her path. As well as flight she gains increased strength and reflexes. Her durability does increase but not by a lot, making her somewhat of a glass cannon. In indirect sunlight she gains weaker versions of her powers (offensive abilities are less destructive and powerful, flight is slower, super strength is less super etc.) Out of sunlight she slowly loses her powers, although she can conserve them somewhat by exercising restraint. Eventually with enough time out of the sun she will lose her powers until she reconnects with the starlight of the Sun.
Skills: She can pick things up with her feet if she really concentrates.
Extra: relevant song
Sorry it took so long!
Hey, wasn't joking when I popped in before. Have a thing.Name: Justin Harken
Nicknames/Aliases: Guardian
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Patron Saints
Written Description: Ask anyone what their first thought was upon seeing Justin and nine times out of ten the answer will be "big." At six and a half feet tall he and his muscles cut an imposing figure. It is somewhat offset however, by the huge smile that seems eternally plastered across his face. With a strong jaw and wide cheekbones that smile can be very big. Above them lies a pair of twinkling blue eyes that, along with his mane of blond hair, hints at a Nordic or Germanic ancestry.
When not on duty at the station house or fighting evil in the streets Justin has a very everyman wardrobe. Lots of jeans and T-shirts, a few nicer clothes, some workout clothes. It depends on the day, really.
Personality: Somewhat larger than life in a figurative as well as literal sense. He deeply believes in the mission of the Saints. A warm heart drives Justin forward in both his day job and his self appointed night job. While an iron clad moral code prevents him from straying from the path of the Guardian. He is friendly to all around him. Trying to get to know the members of his team better whenever he can and draw them closer together.
There are some parts of being a vigilante that bother him however. For one he would much rather be working with the government to clean up the streets. The fact that many of the police force are little better than crooks themselves eats at him. Killing is also a complicated subject. Justin has taken enough lives already. He knows what doing so means. But he also realizes that sometimes it is unavoidable. Sometimes you can't talk the bad guy down. Sometimes you have to put him down.
Backstory: Unsurprisingly Justin was not born in Independence City. Raised in the Pennsylvania countryside he was brought up in a family with a history of service. Military, police, EMTs and firefighters. The boy was taught about standing up for the weak and for what was right. Even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. As might have been expected he got into a lot of fights as a kid because of that. Although he never seemed to lack friends as a result of them.
When he was eighteen Justin joined the Army. Two full four year tours. The first couple years were in noncombat postings at several US bases around the globe. The second two were active combat in the Middle East. He learned a lot in those two years. Killed his first person, lost friends for the first time. Justin finished his first tour changed but not broken. And when he signed up for another four years he also entered Ranger school.
There was no third tour. Eight years in the military was enough for Justin. He wasn't planning on becoming a lifer so he got out. Of course he couldn't just become an office manager or something equally boring after all that. He still wanted to feel like he was part of something, something that was making a difference in the world. So the next step was obviously to become a fireman.
For the past year the ex-Ranger has been part of the Independence City Fire Department. It was a busy time before he got superpowers. Now between his duties as a firefighter, Fire Marshal classes and being the Guardian he is finding downtime a rare commodity.
Carried Weapons/Items: 9mm Glock, (rubber and lead rounds.)
Six inch "pocket" knife and a small boot knife.
Taser.
Kevlar armor vest.
Zipties.
Paracord bracelet.
Superpowers: Justin's ability is a simple one on the surface. He can overwrite, or perhaps reset, a piece of reality back to what he considers normal. Say someone got shot or had a limb hacked off. Most people don't consider that to be normal. So Justin uses his power, the person glows white and is suddenly all healed. It's not limited to people either. Places and things are also free game.
There are costs and limits of course. The larger the target the more energy it takes to reset it. Also he can't wish ordinary human beings out of existence.
Skills: Eight years in the army can teach a guy a few things. Especially on how to break people and their stuff. Justin is highly capable in a variety of methods on putting people on or in the ground. Give him a gun, knives or nothing at all and he can get it done.
He also has a solid knowledge of explosives, mechanics and a passing knowledge of structural engineering. Both from his days needing to know to best way to destroy something and his days as a fireman needing to know how to prevent something from being destroyed.
Extra:
You're both good.
I'm going to work on an intro now. Like for real. You can still submit your thingies tho :)
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