Current IC month:
September, 2015
Season:
Early autumn.
September, 2015
Season:
Early autumn.
[OOC] Capes of Samekh - A Post-Worm RP
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- Post-Apocalyptic
- Superhero
- Fandom
- Casual
- 18+
- Slice of Life
- GM Old Amsterdam Co-GM solokolos
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"We're so very small, in the end." -Taylor
The world ended. Everything as we knew it was in ruins, humanity fleeing into other universes in a mass exodus after the greatest protector turned his eyes towards our destruction.
When humanity was at its lowest, he struck. But we didn't go down quietly. We didn't just lay down and roll over into our golden graves.
We fought back. We conquered the titanic monsters terrorizing our world and turned them against the Golden Man. Against Scion.
In the end, it was only because of one girl with powers she wasn't meant to have that we killed him. But we still lost our world. Finally everyone was working together, or so it seemed, and finally we could look towards rebuilding.
Some managed to get into Earth Aleph before they closed their portals. Most went to Gimel to start on a fresh planet. Some went to Chet, many more to various other worlds both alike and unalike to what we lost on Earth Bet.
But us? We went to Samekh. Where it didn't get hit so hard from the multidimensional fighting, from the radiation and the monsters. From the failed creations running free and the murderers roaming as they pleased.
We rebuilt here. Raised up the Silver City thanks to the locals and get left to make our own little country out of the way.
We're stronger here. We survived Gold Morning.
We killed a god.
Do you think you really have what it takes to step into Serstol?
The Pitch
Alright, down to business. This is based after the events of Worm by Wildbow, and as such all events in Worm itself will not be considered spoiler territory in this RP.
The gist of it, for those of you not familiar with the base, is that there's these multi-dimensional beings (Called Shards, which come from an Entity) that, for various reasons, connect to people's brains and grant them superpowers. These superpowers are thematic, granted primarily from times of great stress and danger, when you're at the lowest point in your life imaginable. They also, though not always obviously, work around real life physics. Though sometimes those physics are a little beyond human understanding.
Powers
Powers come in a bunch of classifications. Each classification (and yes, a single Parahuman / Cape / person with powers can have multiple classifications) is a general indicator of types of abilities. Beyond that, all powers are derived to create, sustain, and thrive off of conflict. There is no such thing as a power that can't cause conflict somehow.
Brute - These are about defenses. Regeneration, natural defenses, shielding, rebirth, and are about survival.
Mover - These are about powers that move the user, and sometimes others. Teleportation, super speed, agility, and the like.
Striker - These are about on-touch effects and melee range abilities.
Blaster - These are about ranged attacks. Lasers, beams, anything that you use from a distance.
Shaker - These are about AoE and environmental control.
Changer - These are powers that cause you to change physically. Gradual changes, many times animalistic in abilities and appearance, to grant you natural advantages. These are from physical changes.
Breaker - Similar to Changers, these however change immediately into something abstract. When not in their Breaker for, they normally have no powers. But upon entering the form, they gain access to abilities centered around the abstract themes and elements that their form takes.
Thinker - These are mental powers. While telepathy doesn't exist, there's plenty of other mental abilities that can. These are often about knowing things.
Tinker - These are people who create futuristic and seemingly impossible technology from various parts.
Stranger - These are about infiltration and avoiding detection.
Master - These are about control and minions.
Trump - These are powers that directly affect powers. Nullification, disruption, stealing, gifting, and the like.
The Setting
As you can see by the map, this RP has a fairly large, and custom built by myself and my Co-GM Solo (Thanks to the talented [] for creating the image for us).
The primary setting will occur within the city itself, a sprawling and relatively new metropolitan with portals to other dimensions.
Nearby are plains and rural areas, plenty of fertile ground, the dense forest, a mountain range, and finally a large desert. Hidden within the mountains and the desert are two parahuman prisons, and the mysterious Lodge is nestled away into the depths of the forest.
The Rules
Here's the big part that I expect all players to read and understand. If you have any questions, please just ask.
- You are expected to be able to post roughly weekly, or rather approximately 7-12 days after a GM update, barring reasonable reasons for being unable to. This deadline is more of a guideline to help keep things moving for everyone, and if things start getting held up one of the GMs will contact you. Please, please, please communicate if something's going on and you can't post.
- Posts should be a minimum of 5 sentences in length with minimal typos. We're all human, so this also isn't a hard rule. But if you're frequently posting updates full of errors or incredibly short replies, we may need to discuss how to proceed from there.
- IC and character sex is forbidden. Fade to black, take it to DMs, whatever. Keep it out of the IC if it comes up.
- All character CS's are to be posted in the OOC for review and approval by the GMs before being going to the CS tab and then being available for use in the IC.
- All disputes between players, or disagreements with GM actions, should be brought to the GMs to be handled. Drama should never be in the open, and most all problems can be solved with communication.
- Be respectful for everyone involved in the RP. We're all here to have fun, after all.
- Please use the CS template and do not alter it's coding. It is designed for ease of reading by both GMs and other players, and altering the layout will result in me being highly irritated. (Thanks to Yosh for handling the coding of the CS! <3)
- Discuss with the GMs in regards to character creation. It will make the entire process a lot smoother if there's communication between us and you. Please note that there is a current maximum of three character slots per player.
- Character Death is possible. This is a largely sandbox RP with events, NPCs, and players reacting to what's going on. If you're not okay with this risk, this RP may not be for you. That's okay! Again, we're all here to have fun and tell a great story.
The CS and Lore
With all of that said, I have one last thing to add to this. And, yes, it's more reading. (I'm sorry!)
Please click this link to view the doc that Solo and I have put together with all the base line information about the city, the setting, and the general information that you may find useful for character creation. The CS template can be found at the bottom of the doc.
Finally, we have a Discord server with which to discuss things and have general fun on. If you'd like to join, please click here.
The very last note I'd like to make is that this RP is tangentially a "sorta sequel" to the Capes of Denver RP ran by ProPro. It's not exactly a sequel since that game is still ongoing, but most of the events of the game will be considered canon to this RP.
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Slingshot
"Quotes are for dummies."
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Edmund Hickomb
♦ Age: 18
♦ Loyalty: Final Guard
♦ Appearance: Edmund is a tall kid with a gymnast's build with a mop of black hair and deep, dark brown eyes. His hero costume consists of a black motorcycle helmet with red striping and black, padded road leathers with a red S emblazoned on the heart.
This is a close approximation of what his outfit looks like, but with no branding and red stripes on the helmet.
♦ History:
Edmund Hickomb’s life prior to Gold Morning was a relatively simple one. Both his parents were Capes in the New York Protectorate and were often gone for long stretches of time, leaving him in the care of his Aunt Helen. He had a relatively normal life, except the fact that both his parents were literal superheroes.
Like his father, Edmund showed a natural aptitude towards gymnastics from an early age. Aunt Helen spent many hours trying to coax ed down from the roof, only to have him go clambering back up the second she turned her attention away. It wasn’t long before Ed started winning competitions. By fifteen, he had twenty medals!
And then, a little after his sixteenth birthday, Gold Morning happened. Both of Ed’s parents died in the ensuing fighting, leaving him with Aunt Helen permanently. She immediately took Ed and they both fled to Earth Samekh. Through her connections, she set the both of them up in a comfortable Apartment within Serstol.
He triggered a few months later, during a very dark period of the grieving process.
The first thing Ed did was sign up with the Junior Guard. He wanted to do right by his parents, and becoming a hero seemed like a good place to start. With new-found determination, he worked hard at it. He trained with his powers almost every day, worked alongside more experienced Capes and built a reputation as a solid, dependable hero. It wasn’t very long until his 18th birthday when he officially moved from the Junior Guard to the Final Guard, and that was the best day of his life. Finally, after so long, he’d done it. On the day of his initiation, he swore he’d make his parents proud.
Like his father, Edmund showed a natural aptitude towards gymnastics from an early age. Aunt Helen spent many hours trying to coax ed down from the roof, only to have him go clambering back up the second she turned her attention away. It wasn’t long before Ed started winning competitions. By fifteen, he had twenty medals!
And then, a little after his sixteenth birthday, Gold Morning happened. Both of Ed’s parents died in the ensuing fighting, leaving him with Aunt Helen permanently. She immediately took Ed and they both fled to Earth Samekh. Through her connections, she set the both of them up in a comfortable Apartment within Serstol.
He triggered a few months later, during a very dark period of the grieving process.
The first thing Ed did was sign up with the Junior Guard. He wanted to do right by his parents, and becoming a hero seemed like a good place to start. With new-found determination, he worked hard at it. He trained with his powers almost every day, worked alongside more experienced Capes and built a reputation as a solid, dependable hero. It wasn’t very long until his 18th birthday when he officially moved from the Junior Guard to the Final Guard, and that was the best day of his life. Finally, after so long, he’d done it. On the day of his initiation, he swore he’d make his parents proud.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Edmund's primary motivation is to live up to the standards set by his parents, who dedicated their lives to service. He wants to make his mom and dad proud by doing the best he can.
♦ Derangement:Edmund hasn't developed any Derangements as of yet, but there's still time.
♦ Derangement:Edmund hasn't developed any Derangements as of yet, but there's still time.
[ ♦ ] Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Edmund is Gymnastic savant, and is exceptionally good at traversing any environment. Also, after a few years of training his abilities, he's gained an extremely good reaction speed.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Edmund’s powers are two-fold, a mixing of the powers of his parents. He can change his own gravitational orientation, making up his down, and vice versa. When he alters his orientation, he will ‘fall’ in that direction like he is falling straight down, until he either makes contact with something or chooses to turn his direction. His body can also harden to prevent damage upon impact, but this only activates when he makes contact with surfaces whilst utilizing his abilities, and only lasts a few seconds.
His second ability is that he can focus on a point in his line of sight and either push it away from him or pull it towards him. If the item in focus weighs less than Edmund, it’ll be pushed or pulled. If the item weighs more than Edmund, he’ll be pushed or pulled away instead. For example, if he exerted the push power on a coin, it’ll be flung away. But, if he pushes against say, a concrete wall, he’ll be pushed away from the wall instead. Neither of these abilities affects living beings, nor anything that is in direct contact with a living being.
♦ Equipment:
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Edmund’s powers are two-fold, a mixing of the powers of his parents. He can change his own gravitational orientation, making up his down, and vice versa. When he alters his orientation, he will ‘fall’ in that direction like he is falling straight down, until he either makes contact with something or chooses to turn his direction. His body can also harden to prevent damage upon impact, but this only activates when he makes contact with surfaces whilst utilizing his abilities, and only lasts a few seconds.
His second ability is that he can focus on a point in his line of sight and either push it away from him or pull it towards him. If the item in focus weighs less than Edmund, it’ll be pushed or pulled. If the item weighs more than Edmund, he’ll be pushed or pulled away instead. For example, if he exerted the push power on a coin, it’ll be flung away. But, if he pushes against say, a concrete wall, he’ll be pushed away from the wall instead. Neither of these abilities affects living beings, nor anything that is in direct contact with a living being.
♦ Equipment:
ITEM: Two batons, his primary weapons of choice.
ITEM: A taser, the short-range shock kind.
ITEM: A taser, the short-range shock kind.
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Bio
♦ Name: Edith
♦ Age: 20
♦ Loyalty: Fallen
♦ Appearance: Edith has an almost impossibly smooth face, her skin being so soft and streamlined it looks like something made using photoshop. Her eyes are also quite striking being a hot pinkish red colour, which gives them a kind of glow. Edith has dark blue hair that she keeps decently, letting it flow freely without it being totally wild.
Edith has a decently athletic frame though so much so that it’s a defining feature of her look, as her muscle isn’t really on display unless she’s really exerting herself. She’s not tall standing around 5’5, so in all, she’s hardly intimidating. While not being threatening she is pretty dam fine, having an appealing figure with nice curves to it.
Edith’s costume is a lighter fabric bodysuit with harder plastic looking armour pieces and over the gloves, hips, feet and the centre of the chest. There are hard leather sections on her outer thigh with some plastic knee guards and groin plate. She also puts on a bandana on over her face.
♦ History:
As long as Edith can remember she’s had powers and had always been working for the Fallen. She’s always felt like a tool rather than a person, the Fallen aiming her destructive powers at those who would stand against them. Edith never really questioned what she was doing to start with, in fact, she had been rather numb in general.
Only after a couple of weeks did Edith really start to feel the weight of her actions catching up with her. Like some kind of haze or influence was slowly being lifted. And as she could feel more and more, she grew more disgusted with her actions until eventually, she hit her limit and fled from the Fallen.
She’s been running ever since, never staying in one place for too long lest she risks getting caught. But deep down Edith knows she’ll have to face the Fallen again eventually. It’s a day she doesn’t look forward to.
Only after a couple of weeks did Edith really start to feel the weight of her actions catching up with her. Like some kind of haze or influence was slowly being lifted. And as she could feel more and more, she grew more disgusted with her actions until eventually, she hit her limit and fled from the Fallen.
She’s been running ever since, never staying in one place for too long lest she risks getting caught. But deep down Edith knows she’ll have to face the Fallen again eventually. It’s a day she doesn’t look forward to.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Edith wants to escape the Fallen and have a normal life outside of their influence. If that involves removing them from the equation she’s okay with that.
♦ Derangement: Edith struggles with human interaction, having a difficult time seeing herself as anything more than just a weapon, and feeling like a lesser being as a result. Not worth anyone’s time or energy.
♦ Derangement: Edith struggles with human interaction, having a difficult time seeing herself as anything more than just a weapon, and feeling like a lesser being as a result. Not worth anyone’s time or energy.
[ ♦ ] Parahumanism
♦ Skills:
Mixed martial arts- Edith has a good amount of training in hand to hand combat, mixing many martial arts like Taekwondo and Aikido. Even if she doesn’t remember who her teachers were.
Hawkeye- Edith has great aim. Be it flicking a pea or throwing a knife. She can also make out small details from a decent distance away.
♦ Classification: Striker/Blaster/Brute/Striker?
♦ Mechanics:
Edith’s powers revolve around heat and fire. Edith can increase the temperature of her skin to insane levels, enough to make her touch quickly warp and melt metal. This heat also radiates off of her, sometimes in the form of ultra hot steam. Edith has great resistance to heat, easily able to withstand things like sugma.
Edith can also blast torrents of flames from all across her body, though her arms are where she normally fires from as it lets her aim. But if she does hit “fuck it” she can unleash a massive nova of heat, steam and fire, turning everything in a 30-foot radius to ash. A drawback to this massive attack is that it uses a lot of juice.
Finally, Edith has a rather durable body able to ignore small arms fire and knives as if they were children's toys. But Edith doesn’t have any kind of regenerative abilities, so if you can damage her the injuries are going to stick. Alongside her durability, Edith is also incredibly strong having the ability to lift at around 2000lbs.
.Flamethrower stuff
.Big nova attack
.Super duper heat resistant
.Enhanced durability
.Enhanced strength
♦ Equipment:
Mixed martial arts- Edith has a good amount of training in hand to hand combat, mixing many martial arts like Taekwondo and Aikido. Even if she doesn’t remember who her teachers were.
Hawkeye- Edith has great aim. Be it flicking a pea or throwing a knife. She can also make out small details from a decent distance away.
♦ Classification: Striker/Blaster/Brute/Striker?
♦ Mechanics:
Edith’s powers revolve around heat and fire. Edith can increase the temperature of her skin to insane levels, enough to make her touch quickly warp and melt metal. This heat also radiates off of her, sometimes in the form of ultra hot steam. Edith has great resistance to heat, easily able to withstand things like sugma.
Edith can also blast torrents of flames from all across her body, though her arms are where she normally fires from as it lets her aim. But if she does hit “fuck it” she can unleash a massive nova of heat, steam and fire, turning everything in a 30-foot radius to ash. A drawback to this massive attack is that it uses a lot of juice.
Finally, Edith has a rather durable body able to ignore small arms fire and knives as if they were children's toys. But Edith doesn’t have any kind of regenerative abilities, so if you can damage her the injuries are going to stick. Alongside her durability, Edith is also incredibly strong having the ability to lift at around 2000lbs.
.Flamethrower stuff
.Big nova attack
.Super duper heat resistant
.Enhanced durability
.Enhanced strength
♦ Equipment:
ITEM: Her costume. It’s always on under whatever clothes she’s got on.
ITEM: A tattered bag. Freshly picked from the trash.
ITEM: A tattered bag. Freshly picked from the trash.
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Bio
♦ Name: Edith
♦ Age: 20
♦ Loyalty: Fallen
♦ Appearance: Edith has an almost impossibly smooth face, her skin being so soft and streamlined it looks like something made using photoshop. Her eyes are also quite striking being a hot pinkish red colour, which gives them a kind of glow. Edith has dark blue hair that she keeps decently, letting it flow freely without it being totally wild.
Edith has a decently athletic frame though so much so that it’s a defining feature of her look, as her muscle isn’t really on display unless she’s really exerting herself. She’s not tall standing around 5’5, so in all, she’s hardly intimidating. While not being threatening she is pretty dam fine, having an appealing figure with nice curves to it.
Edith’s costume is a lighter fabric bodysuit with harder plastic looking armour pieces over the gloves, hips, feet and the centre of the chest. There are hard leather sections on her outer thigh with some plastic knee guards and groin plate. She also puts on a bandana on over her face.
♦ History:As long as Edith can remember she’s had powers and had always been working for the Fallen. She’s felt like a tool rather than a person, the Fallen aiming her destructive powers at those who would attempt to stand against them. Edith never really questioned it to start with, in fact, she had been rather numb in general.
Only after a couple of weeks did Edith really start to feel the weight of her actions catching up with her. Like some kind of haze or influence was slowly being lifted. And as she could feel more and more, she grew more disgusted with her actions until eventually, she hit her limit and fled from the Fallen.
She’s been running ever since. Never staying in one place for too long lest she risk getting caught. Deep down Edith knows she’ll have to face the Fallen again eventually. It’s a day she doesn’t look forward to[ ♦ ] Personality♦ Motivation: Wants to escape the Fallen and have a normal life outside of their influence. If that involves removing them from the equation she’s okay with that.
♦ Derangement: Edith struggles with human interaction, having a difficult time seeing herself as anything more than just a weapon, feeling like a lesser being as a result. Not worth anyone’s time or energy.[ ♦ ] Parahumanism♦ Skills:
Mixed martial arts- Edith has a good amount of training in hand to hand combat, mixing many martial arts like Taekwondo and Aikido. Even if she doesn’t remember who taught her.
Hawkeye- Edith has great aim, be it flicking a pea or throwing a knife. She can also make out small details from a decent distance away.
♦ Classification: Striker/Blaster/Brute/Striker?
♦ Mechanics:
Edith’s powers revolve around heat and fire. Edith can increase the temperature of her skin to insane levels, enough to make her touch quickly warp and melt metal. This heat also radiates off of her, sometimes in the form of ultra hot steam. Edith also has great resistance to heat, easily able to withstand things like magma.
Edith can also blast torrents of flames from all across her body, though her arms are where she normally fires from as it lets her aim. But if she does hit “fuck it” she can unleash a massive nova of heat, steam and fire, turning everything in a 30-foot radius to ash. A drawback to this massive attack is that it uses a lot of juice.
Finally, Edith has a rather durable body, able to ignore small arms fire and knives as if they were children's toys. But Edith doesn’t have any kind of regenerative abilities, so if you can damage her, then the injuries are gunna stick. Alongside this, her durability Edith is also incredibly strong, able to lift at around 2000lbs.
.Flamethrower stuff
.Big nova attack
.Super duper heat resistant
.Enhanced durability
.Enhanced strength
♦ Equipment:ITEM: Her costume. It’s always on under whatever clothes she’s got on.
ITEM:
This one, minus a few typos and missing words, looks good. I know you've had extra time to work on it and we've discussed a lot, so I'm willing to slap an Approved on Edith at this stage on the condition that you fix the typos for me.
Slingshot
"Quotes are for dummies."[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Edmund Hickomb
♦ Age: 18
♦ Loyalty: Final Guard
♦ Appearance: Edmund is a tall kid with a gymnast's build with a mop of black hair and deep, dark brown eyes. His hero costume consists of a black motorcycle helmet with red striping and black, padded road leathers with a red S emblazoned on the heart.
♦ History:Edmund Hickomb’s life prior to Gold Morning was a relatively simple one. Both his parents were Capes in the New York Protectorate. Growing up, Ed’s greatest love was gymnastics. He loved the free-flowing nature of moving from place to place using nothing but one’s own body. He was good, too. By 14 he had over a dozen gold medals. Life was good for Ed.
And then, Gold Morning happened.
Both of Ed’s parents were killed in the fight, and Edmund along with his aunt, travelled to Earth Samekh to get away in time. It wasn’t after they had settled in, roughly 3 months later, that the grief finally overtook Ed, and he triggered thinking of his parents. Once his abilities manifested, he did what he thought his parents would want him to do; help others in any way he could.
He signed up for the Junior Guard, served alongside them for three years, before transferring to the Final Guard on his 18th birthday.[ ♦ ] Personality♦ Motivation: Edmund's primary motivation is to live up to the standards set by his parents, who dedicated their lives to service. He wants to make his mom and dad proud by doing the best he can.
♦ Derangement:Edmund hasn't developed any Derangements as of yet, but there's still time.[ ♦ ] Parahumanism♦ Skills: Edmund is Gymnastic savant, and is exceptionally good at traversing any environment. Also, after a few years of training his abilities, he's gained an extremely good reaction speed which is absolutely necessary as to not paste himself against the pavement.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Edmund’s powers are two-fold, a mixing of the powers of his parents. He can change his own gravitational orientation, making up his down, and vice versa. When he alters his orientation, he will ‘fall’ in that direction like he is falling straight down, until he makes contact with something.
His second ability is that he can focus on a point in his line of sight and either push it away from him or pull it towards him. If the item in focus weighs less than Edmund, it’ll be pushed or pulled. If the item weighs less than Edmund, he’ll be pushed or pulled away instead. For example, if he exerted the push power on a coin, it’ll be flung away. But, if he pushes against say, a concrete wall, he’ll be pushed away from the wall instead. Same thing with pulling. Neither of these abilities affects living beings.
♦ Equipment:ITEM: Two batons, his primary weapons of choice.
ITEM: A taser, the short-range shock kind.
Overall this is a very solid application, well done!
However there's a few issues I'd like to address before I'm comfortable approving him. First is the history. Edith's history is short for reasons, but I'd like it if you could add more to yours. There's also a slight time frame issue, where you say 3 years with the Junior Guard when it's only been roughly 2 years since Gold Morning. The biggest issue in the history is the general lack of details overall. If you could add some more, give a bit broader of a view of his life maybe, I'd appreciate it. Maybe not mention the specifics of the trigger since I'm not so sure it lines up with the power.
Speaking of, I'd also like to discuss the details of the power. Could he push someone's clothes, thus pushing the person? Or would his Manton Limit block him from doing that? Can he turn off the gravity flip aspect if, say, he falls into the sky or does he have to hit something to stop it? What happens if he reaches terminal velocity when falling before coming into contact with something? Does he just go splat?
Beyond that, I didn't see anything wrong with the application. If you could address though (and feel free to contact me and we can discuss things directly if you'd like), I'm sure it'll be ready for approval in no time.
COLOUR
"PLEASE DON'T TALK TO ME."
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Chloe Jackson
♦ Age: 15
♦ Loyalty: Junior Guard
♦ Appearance: She has a curly afro of hair that frames her face and black brown almond eyes. Her lightly dusky skin reveals hardship and scars from beatings she received from various people. Tall and graceful, but averts her eyes. Her costume is a hooded blue padded jacket with a blue dress that falls to her ankles. She has brown boots and fingerless gloves with a book bag full of her sketchbooks.
♦ History:
Not quite an orphan as her mother gave her up because she was too young to raise her on her own. She got adopted into a foster family with a son already and was treated fairly if a bit distantly like all the other foster children before her. The son, named Elliot, would tease her often for being abandoned by her mother. She had a love for drawing and art to the point that she wanted to go to an art college when she was older.
She got her power shortly after the Golden Morning having been abandoned by her foster family who were running out of food in the wake of the disaster. Twelve years old, she would approach groups for food and be beaten and rejected. Desperate and starving, she triggered and started using her power to steal food from groups. She was shortly found by the police who decided to take her in rather than take her out.
She got her power shortly after the Golden Morning having been abandoned by her foster family who were running out of food in the wake of the disaster. Twelve years old, she would approach groups for food and be beaten and rejected. Desperate and starving, she triggered and started using her power to steal food from groups. She was shortly found by the police who decided to take her in rather than take her out.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Ever since she experience starvation, she's determined to find security in her situation. She's slowly trying to let go of her survivalist attitude but finds it difficult not to feel in danger sometimes.
♦ Derangement:
♦ Derangement:
[ ♦ ] Parahumanism
♦ Skills: She's extremely talented at drawing and cooks very well. She's learning basic fighting techniques but generally finds violence done by herself offputting and shies away from it.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Her drawings come to life and they're more powerful (gaining powers themselves like flying and super strength) the longer she spends time on them, but she's generally restricted by size as sketchbooks aren't that big. She could draw on the concrete walls but that requires hours of time to make sure the resulting creature is stable and doesn't collapse in on itself.
♦ Equipment:
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Her drawings come to life and they're more powerful (gaining powers themselves like flying and super strength) the longer she spends time on them, but she's generally restricted by size as sketchbooks aren't that big. She could draw on the concrete walls but that requires hours of time to make sure the resulting creature is stable and doesn't collapse in on itself.
♦ Equipment:
ITEM:Crayons, pencils, sketchbooks, pens, so many pens, erasers, and a pencil sharpener. As well as a bookbag for everything in it.
ITEM:
ITEM:
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Making the declaration here for all to see since the discord moves quickly. Looking to recruit for a villain team called The Lost (name may change if a better one comes along). My character, a NPC from my own Worm game being carried over here by the name of Sabotage, is a thinker that specializes in taking apart any form of technology or machinery, then is able to commit said designs to memory and rebuild that tech at a later point. Her goal is to protect and help any and all orphans and foster children in ways that she never got when she was in the foster system. Modus operandi: rob tinkers blind -> take apart their tech to memorize -> rebuild -> sell for profit. She prefers to work non-violently but isn't afraid to get her hands dirty so long as there's no killing involved.
Who would like to work with this individual in a larger group, either geared toward the same goal or just in association?
Who would like to work with this individual in a larger group, either geared toward the same goal or just in association?
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Formerly Mantis
"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Judah Raines
♦ Age: 37
♦ Loyalty: Final Guard
♦ Appearance: Judah stands at 6ft tall, of Italian-Irish decent. He has an athletic build with broad shoulders. His hair is dark brown cut short with slight graying. Judah also sports a trimmed beard. He wears black Nike shoes (or Samekh equivalent) with a dark sport jacket and brown khaki pants casually. He wears a dark blue t-shirt underneath.
♦ History:
As a young man, Judah Raines, had a passion for defending his younger siblings from bullies. This passion carried on with him for the rest of his life. It drove him to join the Police at the age of nineteen.
After the designated two years on the force with an impeccable record, Judah applied for SWAT in the Denver CO area. Being one of the top students he was initiated into their ranks. He proved himself an able member and became proficient in a range of firearms as well as breaching techniques.
After three years of excellent service, he was transferred to the counter terrorism unit in Denver. Judah quickly proved himself during a raid by negotiating a unstable man with a hostage down. During his time there, Judah took a German Shepherd pup from the force and named him "Axel." He trained it as a police and attack dog. They became the closest of friends. While serving, he applied to the FBI to become a counter terrorism specialist.
The FBI saw Judah as a great asset and quickly interviewed him. He was brought into their ranks at the age of 25 and sent overseas to work with their Israeli allies. It was there he learned the art of Krav Maga. He was unable to bring Axel with him. After 6 months in Israel Judah witnessed his first suicide bombing in an airport. He lost some good friends on that mission.
Without his team, he felt lonely and isolated in a foreign country. Over the next years and a half, Judah fell into depression. He longed for human contact and intimacy, but could not reach out for help. He continued his unforgiving work schedule and drank heavily in order to distract himself from the pain.
One night at his lowest point, he seriously contemplated suicide. That's when they got a call of man who was also suicidal. Judah went to the scene, but his words were not good enough to break through the man's self-harming thoughts. Before the man pulled the trigger on his weapon, Judah willed in his mind, thinking, "Life is worth living!!"
The sheer pain and hopelessness in that situation awoke something in Judah; the ability to impart thoughts and feel others' emotions.
He had no idea what happened at the time, though he would never be the same. Judah didn't just stop drinking and feeling depressed, he felt empowered and emboldened in his roll as a leader among men. With his newfound abilities, the possibilities were vast. An idea formed in Judah. The desire stop crime not only on missions as FBI, but in the mind where crimes were conceived. The trigger changed him to the very core.
A few weeks later Judah transferred back to Denver CO and reunited with Axel. He began teaching a Krav Maga class to the men he served with. Judah took his uniform and a balaclava he had custom made. He tweaked his look to resemble more of a cape. He would call his new identity "Mantis."
After the designated two years on the force with an impeccable record, Judah applied for SWAT in the Denver CO area. Being one of the top students he was initiated into their ranks. He proved himself an able member and became proficient in a range of firearms as well as breaching techniques.
After three years of excellent service, he was transferred to the counter terrorism unit in Denver. Judah quickly proved himself during a raid by negotiating a unstable man with a hostage down. During his time there, Judah took a German Shepherd pup from the force and named him "Axel." He trained it as a police and attack dog. They became the closest of friends. While serving, he applied to the FBI to become a counter terrorism specialist.
The FBI saw Judah as a great asset and quickly interviewed him. He was brought into their ranks at the age of 25 and sent overseas to work with their Israeli allies. It was there he learned the art of Krav Maga. He was unable to bring Axel with him. After 6 months in Israel Judah witnessed his first suicide bombing in an airport. He lost some good friends on that mission.
Without his team, he felt lonely and isolated in a foreign country. Over the next years and a half, Judah fell into depression. He longed for human contact and intimacy, but could not reach out for help. He continued his unforgiving work schedule and drank heavily in order to distract himself from the pain.
One night at his lowest point, he seriously contemplated suicide. That's when they got a call of man who was also suicidal. Judah went to the scene, but his words were not good enough to break through the man's self-harming thoughts. Before the man pulled the trigger on his weapon, Judah willed in his mind, thinking, "Life is worth living!!"
The sheer pain and hopelessness in that situation awoke something in Judah; the ability to impart thoughts and feel others' emotions.
He had no idea what happened at the time, though he would never be the same. Judah didn't just stop drinking and feeling depressed, he felt empowered and emboldened in his roll as a leader among men. With his newfound abilities, the possibilities were vast. An idea formed in Judah. The desire stop crime not only on missions as FBI, but in the mind where crimes were conceived. The trigger changed him to the very core.
A few weeks later Judah transferred back to Denver CO and reunited with Axel. He began teaching a Krav Maga class to the men he served with. Judah took his uniform and a balaclava he had custom made. He tweaked his look to resemble more of a cape. He would call his new identity "Mantis."
After Judah Raines created the cape name "Mantis", he formed a vigilante group, Lethal Force. It consisted of multiple members who were willing to seriously injure, and even kill the scum of Denver.
After forming the team, they went to war with the major crime group of Denver. The Community led by a supervillain named "Patriarch." The villain revealled Judah's identity during a broadcast and nearly killed him before the endbringer "Behemoth" showed up.
During their lengthy crusade, Judah lost every member of his team; to death, mental breakdown, or far worse. But not before killing Patriarch in single combat. It was during this time that Judah went through what is known as a "Second Trigger."
Judah helped aid in the defense against the endbringer "Behemoth."........TBC
After forming the team, they went to war with the major crime group of Denver. The Community led by a supervillain named "Patriarch." The villain revealled Judah's identity during a broadcast and nearly killed him before the endbringer "Behemoth" showed up.
During their lengthy crusade, Judah lost every member of his team; to death, mental breakdown, or far worse. But not before killing Patriarch in single combat. It was during this time that Judah went through what is known as a "Second Trigger."
Judah helped aid in the defense against the endbringer "Behemoth."........TBC
Lethal Force was disbanded, The Community had been defeated, Judah lost his job with the FBI, Behemoth was warded off and The Broker had been removed from power. With no perceivable goal left, Judah hung up his "cape" and took off with Axel.
For 5 years he travelled to different parts of the world to learn from martial arts masters. There he gained techniques, made peace with himself, and mastered his powers.
During his 5th year abroad, Judah felt something shift in the atmosphere. A feeling or impression. Denver was calling. Something was about to happen and he had to be there when it did.
Judah travelled back with his now aged canine and took up residence in a humble apartment near a rebuilt Cathedral. He made contact with the Capes of Denver and aided in their efforts against parahuman threats as more of an administrative role under his former identity.
Then Gold Morning happened. It rocked Denver more then Behemoth ever could. Judah lost an eye during the cataclysmic event and even his best friend. Despite this, he aided in bringing some of the refugees to their new home Samekh. Judah worked with another cape named "Sabotage" to accomplish this. She gave him a tinkertech eye replacement and they formed an alliance of sorts in the new world.
Picking up the pieces after an event like that was near impossible. But they all somehow moved on and made new lives in this alternate dimension. Judah realized that even during their pain, they had a powerful opportunity to create a better society. He felt the call of duty, joining the Final Guard during its infancy.
Over the next 3 years, Judah would use his skills and powers to help bring peace to the world of Samekh, specifically Serastol. He worked with Sabotage to aid the downtrodden orphans as well as receive regular upkeep on his tinkertech eye implant.
For 5 years he travelled to different parts of the world to learn from martial arts masters. There he gained techniques, made peace with himself, and mastered his powers.
During his 5th year abroad, Judah felt something shift in the atmosphere. A feeling or impression. Denver was calling. Something was about to happen and he had to be there when it did.
Judah travelled back with his now aged canine and took up residence in a humble apartment near a rebuilt Cathedral. He made contact with the Capes of Denver and aided in their efforts against parahuman threats as more of an administrative role under his former identity.
Then Gold Morning happened. It rocked Denver more then Behemoth ever could. Judah lost an eye during the cataclysmic event and even his best friend. Despite this, he aided in bringing some of the refugees to their new home Samekh. Judah worked with another cape named "Sabotage" to accomplish this. She gave him a tinkertech eye replacement and they formed an alliance of sorts in the new world.
Picking up the pieces after an event like that was near impossible. But they all somehow moved on and made new lives in this alternate dimension. Judah realized that even during their pain, they had a powerful opportunity to create a better society. He felt the call of duty, joining the Final Guard during its infancy.
Over the next 3 years, Judah would use his skills and powers to help bring peace to the world of Samekh, specifically Serastol. He worked with Sabotage to aid the downtrodden orphans as well as receive regular upkeep on his tinkertech eye implant.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Judah wants to bring peace to Seratol through law, order and action. Helping form and work with The Final Guard helps facilitate this. However, he is willing to break established laws that he deems are immoral. Judah also desires to get involved somehow in the political side of things within the city to help lead positive change.
♦ Derangement: Judah is learning to trust others more deeply than a surface level. Through constant loss and pain he has grown to overcome his fears of losing control. Judah has let go of that need and found peace during his 5 year sabbatical. He still finds it difficult to follow orders from others, but not to the same level he once did. Even being willing to work under the government of Seratol.
♦ Derangement: Judah is learning to trust others more deeply than a surface level. Through constant loss and pain he has grown to overcome his fears of losing control. Judah has let go of that need and found peace during his 5 year sabbatical. He still finds it difficult to follow orders from others, but not to the same level he once did. Even being willing to work under the government of Seratol.
[ ♦ ] Parahumanism
♦ Skills:
Martial artist: Spending years training in Israel gave Judah the skills necessary to be an expert at the art of Krav Maga. In conjunction, Judah trained under masters in Jeet-Kun-Do and Brazillian Ju-jitsu for 7 years leading up to Gold Morning. His mixture of styles creates a form all of his own.
Negotiator: Years spent in hostage negotiations have left Judah with the skills nevessary to prevent conflict.
Firearms: He is very proficient in a wide variety of firearms and specializes in submachine guns.
Reflexes: His years of training in martial arts as well as counter-terrorism measures have given Judah a very quick reaction time. Before he knows what he's doing he can act, though his age is slowly catching up to him.
Crowd control: Spending time in SWAT has trained Judah to be able to deal with unruly crowds non lethally.
Interrogation: He is able to extract information fairly easily using mind powers and diplomatic tactics.
Tactics: He is proficient in the art of combat maneuvers, strategy, squad tactics, and the like.
♦ Classification: Master | Trump
♦ Mechanics: Judah's abilities underwent a transformation during his second trigger. They greatly increased the power of emotional and impression manipulation in living things around him. Feelings of terror, fury, helplessness and the like are magnified overwhelmingly. Easily dropping opponent's to their knees in terror or sending the most calculated individual into blind rage within the immediate vicinity.
Very strong impressions can be implanted into living beings as well. This has the effect of controlling others to act certain ways. For example, Judah could send the impression to a group of gang members in his immediate vicinity to kneel down. They would have a powerful urge to do so. This in conjunction with releasing feelings of terror would undoubtedly put them all on the ground in short order.
Judah is also able to sense the emotions of living beings within a quarter of a block radius. The impressions are broad and vague in their scope. Not focused onto a precise location but the general area depending how far away they are.
The power also inflicts a Trump aspect on those who are hit with the overwhelming suggestions. Targets lose fine control over their powers. In contrast they become more destructive. Sacrificing control for more power without consent.
Judah is limited by the Manton Effect. His mind abilities are limited to a 150 feet in all directions. The further away, the less influence and reads. Parahumans of a Master rating have some protection against the influence. Unless Judah keeps his own strong feelings in check, they will leak out and be felt by everyone/thing in the immediate vicinity.
♦ Equipment: Mp5 submachine gun with extended mags, detachable silencer, military grade combat knife, gas mask, filters, Kevlar body armor and uniform, helmet, 1911 side arm with mags, protective goggles, communication earpiece, sound protection, combat boots, badge of jurisdiction, and an advanced tinkertech left eye.
Martial artist: Spending years training in Israel gave Judah the skills necessary to be an expert at the art of Krav Maga. In conjunction, Judah trained under masters in Jeet-Kun-Do and Brazillian Ju-jitsu for 7 years leading up to Gold Morning. His mixture of styles creates a form all of his own.
Negotiator: Years spent in hostage negotiations have left Judah with the skills nevessary to prevent conflict.
Firearms: He is very proficient in a wide variety of firearms and specializes in submachine guns.
Reflexes: His years of training in martial arts as well as counter-terrorism measures have given Judah a very quick reaction time. Before he knows what he's doing he can act, though his age is slowly catching up to him.
Crowd control: Spending time in SWAT has trained Judah to be able to deal with unruly crowds non lethally.
Interrogation: He is able to extract information fairly easily using mind powers and diplomatic tactics.
Tactics: He is proficient in the art of combat maneuvers, strategy, squad tactics, and the like.
♦ Classification: Master | Trump
♦ Mechanics: Judah's abilities underwent a transformation during his second trigger. They greatly increased the power of emotional and impression manipulation in living things around him. Feelings of terror, fury, helplessness and the like are magnified overwhelmingly. Easily dropping opponent's to their knees in terror or sending the most calculated individual into blind rage within the immediate vicinity.
Very strong impressions can be implanted into living beings as well. This has the effect of controlling others to act certain ways. For example, Judah could send the impression to a group of gang members in his immediate vicinity to kneel down. They would have a powerful urge to do so. This in conjunction with releasing feelings of terror would undoubtedly put them all on the ground in short order.
Judah is also able to sense the emotions of living beings within a quarter of a block radius. The impressions are broad and vague in their scope. Not focused onto a precise location but the general area depending how far away they are.
The power also inflicts a Trump aspect on those who are hit with the overwhelming suggestions. Targets lose fine control over their powers. In contrast they become more destructive. Sacrificing control for more power without consent.
Judah is limited by the Manton Effect. His mind abilities are limited to a 150 feet in all directions. The further away, the less influence and reads. Parahumans of a Master rating have some protection against the influence. Unless Judah keeps his own strong feelings in check, they will leak out and be felt by everyone/thing in the immediate vicinity.
♦ Equipment: Mp5 submachine gun with extended mags, detachable silencer, military grade combat knife, gas mask, filters, Kevlar body armor and uniform, helmet, 1911 side arm with mags, protective goggles, communication earpiece, sound protection, combat boots, badge of jurisdiction, and an advanced tinkertech left eye.
ITEM: Mp5 submachine gun with silencer.
ITEM: Tinkertech eye - the eye is able to record and process information perfectly up to a day at a time. It tskes some time to backlog information however. It ix capable of seeing up to 64x magnification and night vision, but is overloaded by sudden light flashes which render it blind for a minute at a time.
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Formerly Mantis
"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Judah Raines
♦ Age: 37
♦ Loyalty: Final Guard
♦ Appearance: Judah stands at 6ft tall, of Italian-Irish decent. He has an athletic build with broad shoulders. His hair is dark brown cut short with slight graying. Judah also sports a trimmed beard. He wears black Nike shoes (or Samekh equivalent) with a dark sport jacket and brown khaki pants casually. He wears a dark blue t-shirt underneath.
His cape outfit is a repurposed FBI/SWAT uniform including; gloves, combat boots, helmet, protective eyewear, and a Kevlar vest. It is colored black and has "SWAT" stitched on the back and front.
♦ History:As a young man, Judah Raines, had a passion for defending his younger siblings from bullies. This passion carried on with him for the rest of his life. It drove him to join the Police at the age of nineteen.
After the designated two years on the force with an impeccable record, Judah applied for SWAT in the Denver CO area. Being one of the top students he was initiated into their ranks. He proved himself an able member and became proficient in a range of firearms as well as breaching techniques.
After three years of excellent service, he was transferred to the counter terrorism unit in Denver. Judah quickly proved himself during a raid by negotiating a unstable man with a hostage down. During his time there, Judah took a German Shepherd pup from the force and named him "Axel." He trained it as a police and attack dog. They became the closest of friends. While serving, he applied to the FBI to become a counter terrorism specialist.
The FBI saw Judah as a great asset and quickly interviewed him. He was brought into their ranks at the age of 25 and sent overseas to work with their Israeli allies. It was there he learned the art of Krav Maga. He was unable to bring Axel with him. After 6 months in Israel Judah witnessed his first suicide bombing in an airport. He lost some good friends on that mission.
Without his team, he felt lonely and isolated in a foreign country. Over the next years and a half, Judah fell into depression. He longed for human contact and intimacy, but could not reach out for help. He continued his unforgiving work schedule and drank heavily in order to distract himself from the pain.
One night at his lowest point, he seriously contemplated suicide. That's when they got a call of man who was also suicidal. Judah went to the scene, but his words were not good enough to break through the man's self-harming thoughts. Before the man pulled the trigger on his weapon, Judah willed in his mind, thinking, "Life is worth living!!"
The sheer pain and hopelessness in that situation awoke something in Judah; the ability to impart thoughts and feel others' emotions.
He had no idea what happened at the time, though he would never be the same. Judah didn't just stop drinking and feeling depressed, he felt empowered and emboldened in his roll as a leader among men. With his newfound abilities, the possibilities were vast. An idea formed in Judah. The desire stop crime not only on missions as FBI, but in the mind where crimes were conceived. The trigger changed him to the very core.
A few weeks later Judah transferred back to Denver CO and reunited with Axel. He began teaching a Krav Maga class to the men he served with. Judah took his uniform and a balaclava he had custom made. He tweaked his look to resemble more of a cape. He would call his new identity "Mantis."After Judah Raines created the cape name "Mantis", he formed a vigilante group, Lethal Force. It consisted of multiple members who were willing to seriously injure, and even kill the scum of Denver.
After forming the team, they went to war with the major crime group of Denver. The Community led by a supervillain named "Patriarch." The villain revealled Judah's identity during a broadcast and nearly killed him before the endbringer "Behemoth" showed up.
During their lengthy crusade, Judah lost every member of his team; to death, mental breakdown, or far worse. But not before killing Patriarch in single combat. It was during this time that Judah went through what is known as a "Second Trigger."
Judah helped aid in the defense against the endbringer "Behemoth."........TBCLethal Force was disbanded, The Community had been defeated, Judah lost his job with the FBI, Behemoth was warded off and The Broker had been removed from power. With no perceivable goal left, Judah hung up his "cape" and took off with Axel.
For 5 years he travelled to different parts of the world to learn from martial arts masters. There he gained techniques, made peace with himself, and mastered his powers.
During his 5th year abroad, Judah felt something shift in the atmosphere. A feeling or impression. Denver was calling. Something was about to happen and he had to be there when it did.
Judah travelled back with his now aged canine and took up residence in a humble apartment near a rebuilt Cathedral. He made contact with the Capes of Denver and aided in their efforts against parahuman threats as more of an administrative role under his former identity.
Then Gold Morning happened. It rocked Denver more then Behemoth ever could. Judah lost an eye during the cataclysmic event and even his best friend. Despite this, he aided in bringing some of the refugees to their new home Samekh. Judah worked with another cape named "Sabotage" to accomplish this. She gave him a tinkertech eye replacement and they formed an alliance of sorts in the new world.
Picking up the pieces after an event like that was near impossible. But they all somehow moved on and made new lives in this alternate dimension. Judah realized that even during their pain, they had a powerful opportunity to create a better society. He felt the call of duty, helping shape and join the Final Guard during its infancy.
Over the next 3 years, Judah would use his skills and powers to help bring peace to the world of Samekh, specifically Seratol. He worked with Sabotage to aid the downtrodden orphans as well as receive regular upkeep on his tinkertech eye implant.[ ♦ ] Personality♦ Motivation: Judah wants to bring peace to Seratol through law, order and action. Helping form and work with The Final Guard helps facilitate this. However, he is willing to break established laws that he deems are immoral. Judah also desires to get involved somehow in the political side of things within the city to help lead positive change.
♦ Derangement: Judah is learning to trust others more deeply than a surface level. Through constant loss and pain he has grown to overcome his fears of losing control. Judah has let go of that need and found peace during his 5 year sabbatical. He still finds it difficult to follow orders from others, but not to the same level he once did. Even being willing to work under the government of Seratol.[ ♦ ] Parahumanism♦ Skills:
Martial artist: Spending years training in Israel gave Judah the skills necessary to be an expert at the art of Krav Maga. In conjunction, Judah trained under masters in Jeet-Kun-Do and Brazillian Ju-jitsu for 7 years leading up to Gold Morning. His mixture of styles creates a form all of his own.
Negotiator: Years spent in hostage negotiations have left Judah with the skills nevessary to prevent conflict.
Firearms: He is very proficient in a wide variety of firearms and specializes in submachine guns.
Reflexes: His years of training in martial arts as well as counter-terrorism measures have given Judah a very quick reaction time. Before he knows what he's doing he can act, though his age is slowly catching up to him.
Crowd control: Spending time in SWAT has trained Judah to be able to deal with unruly crowds non lethally.
Interrogation: He is able to extract information fairly easily using mind powers and diplomatic tactics.
Tactics: He is proficient in the art of combat maneuvers, strategy, squad tactics, and the like.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Judah's abilities underwent a transformation during his second trigger. They greatly increased the power of emotional and thought manipulation in living things around him. Feelings of terror, fury, helplessness and the like are magnified overwhelmingly. Easily dropping opponent's to their knees in terror or sending the most calculated individual into blind rage within the immediate vicinity. Words and phrases can be implanted into living beings within quarter of a block radius.
Judah is also able to sense the emotions of living beings within a quarter of a block radius. The impressions are broad and vague in their scope. Not focused onto a precise location but the general area depending how far away they are.
The power also inflicts a Trump aspect on those who are hit with its overwhelming suggestions. Targets lose fine control over their powers. In contrast they become more destructive. Sacrificing control for more power without consent.
Judah is limited by the Manton Effect. His mind abilities are limited to a quarter of a block in all directions. The further away, the less influence and reads. Parahumans of a Master rating have some protection against influence. Unless Judah keeps his own strong feelings in check, they will leak out and be felt by everyone/thing in the immediate vicinity.
♦ Equipment: Mp5 submachine gun with extended mags, detachable silencer, military grade combat knife, gas mask, filters, Kevlar body armor and uniform, helmet, 1911 side arm with mags, protective goggles, communication earpiece, sound protection, combat boots, badge of jurisdiction, and an advanced tinkertech left eye.ITEM: Mp5 submachine gun with silencer.
ITEM: Tinkertech eye - capable of scanning identities that are hooked up to a database in Seratol. It also is capable of seeing up to 64x magnification. It is capable of night vision, but is overloaded by sudden light flashes which render it blind for a minute.
So, there's a few minor issues I have with this, Mr. Spiff.
The eye...Still kinda depends on Pro's character and if he's willing to have her have that balance I was talking about in the Discord. Beyond that, there's kinda no database in Serstol. So that part of it is out. The rest of it I'm okay with as far as the tech goes, assuming you adhere to the fact that it'll need semi-frequent work done to remain operational.
I would have much preferred you consulted with us before placing him as a founding member of Final Guard. That's gonna need to be removed, though we can discuss ways for him to have been involved in it from an early stage.
Finally, I'm going to need a few minor changes to the power. I'd like to bring the range down just a bit to about 100-150 feet instead of approximately 200ft, and the direct implanting of thoughts should probably be changed to implanting emotional suggestions (since as is it falls under Telepathy - which doesn't exist in the Wormverse). Something that they don't have to follow, but the weak willed and unsuspecting would. Beyond that it should be fine, though I'd like to verify that the final part is more of a "unconscious power use when experiencing strong emotions" rather than an actual, like, separate deal?
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"PLEASE DON'T TALK TO ME."[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Chloe Jackson
♦ Age: 15
♦ Loyalty: Junior Guard
♦ Appearance: She has a curly afro of hair that frames her face and black brown almond eyes. Her lightly dusky skin reveals hardship and scars from beatings she received from various people. Tall and graceful, but averts her eyes. Her costume is a hooded blue padded jacket with a blue dress that falls to her ankles. She has brown boots and fingerless gloves with a book bag full of her sketchbooks.
♦ History:Not quite an orphan as her mother gave her up because she was too young to raise her on her own. She got adopted into a foster family with a son already and was treated fairly if a bit distantly like all the other foster children before her. The son, named Elliot, would tease her often for being abandoned by her mother. Before the Golden Morning, she always had a love for drawing and art. She got her power shortly after the Golden Morning having been abandoned by her foster family who were running out of food in the wake of the disaster. Twelve years old, she would approach groups for food and be beaten and rejected. Desperate and starving, she triggered and started using her power to steal food from groups. She was shortly found by the police who decided to take her in rather than take her out.[ ♦ ] Personality♦ Motivation: Ever since she experience starvation, she's determined to find security in her situation. She's slowly trying to let go of her survivalist attitude but finds it difficult not to feel in danger sometimes.
♦ Derangement:[ ♦ ] Parahumanism♦ Skills: She's extremely talented at drawing and cooks very well. She's learning basic fighting techniques but generally finds violence done by herself offputting and shies away from it.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Her drawings come to life and they're more powerful (gaining powers themselves like flying and super strength) the longer she spends time on them, but she's generally restricted by size as sketchbooks aren't that big. She could draw on the concrete walls but that requires hours of time to make sure the resulting creature is stable and doesn't collapse in on itself.
♦ Equipment:ITEM:Crayons, pencils, sketchbooks, pens, so many pens, erasers, and a pencil sharpener. As well as a bookbag for everything in it.
ITEM:
This is better than it was, thank you for expanding on it. The power looks good (It would be a Master for the record), and the basics are there. I'm still a little worried about the history though, given how short it is. But Solo's talked to you, and with those little tweaks he suggested I'm sure it'll be ready in no time. Keep up the great work hun.
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Basilisk
"You seem pretty powerful. Come, prove yourself."
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Basilisk (Real name unknown)
♦ Age: Early 20's (Real age unknown)
♦ Loyalty: Currently Idependant (Though he may be indirectly connected to The Lost)
♦ Appearance: Basilisk is a massive hulking brute in the most obvious of ways, nine feet tall at the top of his head and nearly three foot wide shoulder span. His body is heavily scaled in a scattered pebble like texture similar to that of an alligator. The reptilian hide is a dull green and mottled brown. Adorning his head and shoulders are a number of horn like spikes that press through the thick skin. Thin lips hide sharp fangs and each of his fingers are tipped with dagger like claws (That he takes the time to file down to dull points), behind him a thick tail extends nearly six feet behind him that can be whipped around quickly. Due to his massive size most of Basilisk's wardrobe is cobbled together out of numerous garments stitched together or custom made when he gets some spare cash. Usually he wears just a simple pair of shorts or pants.
♦ History:
Basilisk woke up like most of his kind, dazed and confused somewhere where people rarely set foot. His first memories of Earth Bet include the blistering heat of the Colorado prairie and the urge to find something or someone he had lost, though he couldn't remember what it was. Wandering through the dry grass the reptilian man tried to put to mind what had happened to him. All he could think of was that there had been a fight, one that he had soundly lost. And that loss sat uneasily in his mind until after nearly a week's worth of walking he stumbled across the small town of Haswell, Colorado. Startling the small population and gaining the attention of the single local hero within miles. A mover who mostly just chased down speeders with the local police to hand out speeding tickets. The fight was over in less than five minutes, and Basilisk felt a surge of gratification upon besting the man. He had learned what he could truly accomplish with his powers and had beaten another with their own abilities. The beast of competition within him was sated, and he spared the life of the small town hero. From there he made it his mission to find others, people with powers to shake the earth, he would find them and he would strike them down before him.
And for nearly four months Basilisk earned a name for himself, becoming a boogie man for capes that craved reputation over all other things. Hero and villain both, he tore them from their pedestals and left both their egos and bodies bruised and battered. He made his way east, planning on reaching New York where the biggest names lived drawn to the idea to challenging some of the strongest parahumans on the planet. Luckily for him he never made it to the coast. Passing through Tennessee the lone brute found himself surrounded by powered Fallen, eventually pinned and bound he was dragged to their temporary camp and subjected to hours of torture, his power dampened by one of the powered parahumans. Once the clan had had their fun with him they locked him in a barn for holding while they sent out for one of the members who could tame this monster. Later that night Basilisk awoke to the sounds of fighting, the Fallen having been taken by surprise when the owners of the farm they had taken over came back with their own powered backup. A green light eventually filled the barn, and Basilisk came face to face with his first ally. A teenage girl in punk attire who addressed herself as Blur. She worked him free and explained that they had taken out the power damper. Her friend outside was holding them off and it was time to go. He reluctantly agreed, but made a promise to himself that he was going to do as much damage as he could on their way out. The fight took nearly two hours before the Fallen were forced to retreat from the occupied space, and in that time Basilisk earned the respect of the two that had rescued him. He offered his company to them. And in doing so he was set on his path to gather a new sort of strength. Finding those that had the reputations as monsters, the ones that were dangerous and scared for their own lives. He found them, beat them if necessary, but instead of leaving them behind he offered his hand. Join him, and they would be safe. There would be a family.
At the height of his power Basilisk's gang, known as the Unbalanced Scales, had settled themselves as a mercenary team, focusing on collecting bounties. Working for those with the money to afford them they set about taking the most dangerous jobs they could. And extending the offer to join them to the monsters they were hired to find. By the time Gold Morning had happened Basilisk had nearly ten other parahumans working underneath him, loyal to the end of the world. Until they were scattered across the multiverse.
And for nearly four months Basilisk earned a name for himself, becoming a boogie man for capes that craved reputation over all other things. Hero and villain both, he tore them from their pedestals and left both their egos and bodies bruised and battered. He made his way east, planning on reaching New York where the biggest names lived drawn to the idea to challenging some of the strongest parahumans on the planet. Luckily for him he never made it to the coast. Passing through Tennessee the lone brute found himself surrounded by powered Fallen, eventually pinned and bound he was dragged to their temporary camp and subjected to hours of torture, his power dampened by one of the powered parahumans. Once the clan had had their fun with him they locked him in a barn for holding while they sent out for one of the members who could tame this monster. Later that night Basilisk awoke to the sounds of fighting, the Fallen having been taken by surprise when the owners of the farm they had taken over came back with their own powered backup. A green light eventually filled the barn, and Basilisk came face to face with his first ally. A teenage girl in punk attire who addressed herself as Blur. She worked him free and explained that they had taken out the power damper. Her friend outside was holding them off and it was time to go. He reluctantly agreed, but made a promise to himself that he was going to do as much damage as he could on their way out. The fight took nearly two hours before the Fallen were forced to retreat from the occupied space, and in that time Basilisk earned the respect of the two that had rescued him. He offered his company to them. And in doing so he was set on his path to gather a new sort of strength. Finding those that had the reputations as monsters, the ones that were dangerous and scared for their own lives. He found them, beat them if necessary, but instead of leaving them behind he offered his hand. Join him, and they would be safe. There would be a family.
At the height of his power Basilisk's gang, known as the Unbalanced Scales, had settled themselves as a mercenary team, focusing on collecting bounties. Working for those with the money to afford them they set about taking the most dangerous jobs they could. And extending the offer to join them to the monsters they were hired to find. By the time Gold Morning had happened Basilisk had nearly ten other parahumans working underneath him, loyal to the end of the world. Until they were scattered across the multiverse.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Basilisk is a leader by nature, and after his encounter with the Fallen he found himself working to find those like himself. Powerful but alone. He saw that in numbers they were safe, and he would do everything in his power to keep it that way. Before Gold Morning he would have liked nothing more than to keep recruiting, keep finding more people to invite to his family in exchange for their abilities. But now that his friend's of the past are gone he wants nothing more than to get them back.
♦ Derangement: Almost every Case 53 sent to Bet was programmed with a weakness. And Basilisk was no exception. Subconsciously he is driven to prove himself, to win against the most deadly of opponents and to dominate the weak around him. He does his best to suppress the later half of this personality trait, though a significantly tough looking opponent will strip him of most reasoning and he will want nothing more than to challenge them to a brawl.
♦ Derangement: Almost every Case 53 sent to Bet was programmed with a weakness. And Basilisk was no exception. Subconsciously he is driven to prove himself, to win against the most deadly of opponents and to dominate the weak around him. He does his best to suppress the later half of this personality trait, though a significantly tough looking opponent will strip him of most reasoning and he will want nothing more than to challenge them to a brawl.
[ ♦ ] Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Basilisk is a decent strategist when he is thinking straight. Is a surprisingly comforting personality if one allows him to get close enough. And a damn good cook if he has a kitchen large enough for him to work in.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Basilisk: Hulking Case 53 with a nearly nine foot tall frame. Covered in armored scales, thick skin, and heavy muscle, he is very difficult to harm due to the nature of his mutated biology. But his true power comes in when a determined individual actually manages to leave an injury. Whenever wounds are left in his flesh Basilisk’s body will begin to rapidly regenerate to repair the damage while any meat or blood that is removed from the bulk of his body quickly necrotizes then begins to rot. Releasing a noxious gas that is a bright green in color but not usually thick enough to obscure vision. This gas causes headaches, and nausea near instantaneously after being inhaled, then as more gas is inhaled muscles begin to tense and cramp up. If left inhaling the gas for to long (roughly five minutes) there will be a full body temporary paralysis until the gas works it's way out of their system. This can take anywhere from three to five hours depending on constitution. This effect also takes place when the gas has been exposed to open skin for extended periods of time.
Basilisk's strength is difficult to measure, but he has yet to find an opponent he could not lift (except for that guy whose power ment he couldn't be lifted) and has at his upper level lifted a tinker tech battlesuit that weighed just over three thousand pounds long enough for a teammate to remove the pilot.
Basilisk's physical nature lends itself to a more natural durability, thick scaled hide and dense muscle mass means getting a telling blow from any conventional bladed weapon or small arms shot is likely to do nothing more than annoy him. Higher caliber but still commercially available munitions can stumble and put a real damper on his mood. Most military grade heavy weaponry that isn't shrapnel based is what is going to put him on his ass as he works to heal.
His Regeneration is visibly fast, though not nearly Crawler levels of efficient. Bruises and deep internal damage heal fastest, while shallow cuts and surface level bleeding will take a few seconds (The power wanting to use the fumes as long as the damage isn't severe.) Lost limbs take roughly three hours to regrow back to 100% use and the whole time the wounded stump would be pouring out the toxic fumes.
♦ Equipment: What sort of goodies do you have on you when you're in costume?
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Basilisk: Hulking Case 53 with a nearly nine foot tall frame. Covered in armored scales, thick skin, and heavy muscle, he is very difficult to harm due to the nature of his mutated biology. But his true power comes in when a determined individual actually manages to leave an injury. Whenever wounds are left in his flesh Basilisk’s body will begin to rapidly regenerate to repair the damage while any meat or blood that is removed from the bulk of his body quickly necrotizes then begins to rot. Releasing a noxious gas that is a bright green in color but not usually thick enough to obscure vision. This gas causes headaches, and nausea near instantaneously after being inhaled, then as more gas is inhaled muscles begin to tense and cramp up. If left inhaling the gas for to long (roughly five minutes) there will be a full body temporary paralysis until the gas works it's way out of their system. This can take anywhere from three to five hours depending on constitution. This effect also takes place when the gas has been exposed to open skin for extended periods of time.
Basilisk's strength is difficult to measure, but he has yet to find an opponent he could not lift (except for that guy whose power ment he couldn't be lifted) and has at his upper level lifted a tinker tech battlesuit that weighed just over three thousand pounds long enough for a teammate to remove the pilot.
Basilisk's physical nature lends itself to a more natural durability, thick scaled hide and dense muscle mass means getting a telling blow from any conventional bladed weapon or small arms shot is likely to do nothing more than annoy him. Higher caliber but still commercially available munitions can stumble and put a real damper on his mood. Most military grade heavy weaponry that isn't shrapnel based is what is going to put him on his ass as he works to heal.
His Regeneration is visibly fast, though not nearly Crawler levels of efficient. Bruises and deep internal damage heal fastest, while shallow cuts and surface level bleeding will take a few seconds (The power wanting to use the fumes as long as the damage isn't severe.) Lost limbs take roughly three hours to regrow back to 100% use and the whole time the wounded stump would be pouring out the toxic fumes.
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Basilisk
"You seem pretty powerful. Come, prove yourself."[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Basilisk (Real name unknown)
♦ Age: Early 20's (Real age unknown)
♦ Loyalty: Currently Idependant (Though he may be indirectly connected to The Lost)
♦ Appearance: Basilisk is a massive hulking brute in the most obvious of ways, nine feet tall at the top of his head and nearly three foot wide shoulder span. His body is heavily scaled in a scattered pebble like texture similar to that of an alligator. The reptilian hide is a dull green and mottled brown. Adorning his head and shoulders are a number of horn like spikes that press through the thick skin. Thin lips hide sharp fangs and each of his fingers are tipped with dagger like claws (That he takes the time to file down to dull points), behind him a thick tail extends nearly six feet behind him that can be whipped around quickly. Due to his massive size most of Basilisk's wardrobe is cobbled together out of numerous garments stitched together or custom made when he gets some spare cash. Usually he wears just a simple pair of shorts or pants.
♦ History:Basilisk woke up like most of his kind, dazed and confused somewhere where people rarely set foot. His first memories of Earth Bet include the blistering heat of the Colorado prairie and the urge to find something or someone he had lost, though he couldn't remember what it was. Wandering through the dry grass the reptilian man tried to put to mind what had happened to him. All he could think of was that there had been a fight, one that he had soundly lost. And that loss sat uneasily in his mind until after nearly a week's worth of walking he stumbled across the small town of Haswell, Colorado. Startling the small population and gaining the attention of the single local hero within miles. A mover who mostly just chased down speeders with the local police to hand out speeding tickets. The fight was over in less than five minutes, and Basilisk felt a surge of gratification upon besting the man. He had learned what he could truly accomplish with his powers and had beaten another with their own abilities. The beast of competition within him was sated, and he spared the life of the small town hero. From there he made it his mission to find others, people with powers to shake the earth, he would find them and he would strike them down before him.
And for nearly four months Basilisk earned a name for himself, becoming a boogie man for capes that craved reputation over all other things. Hero and villain both, he tore them from their pedestals and left both their egos and bodies bruised and battered. He made his way east, planning on reaching New York where the biggest names lived drawn to the idea to challenging some of the strongest parahumans on the planet. Luckily for him he never made it to the coast. Passing through Tennessee the lone brute found himself surrounded by powered Fallen, eventually pinned and bound he was dragged to their temporary camp and subjected to hours of torture, his power dampened by one of the powered parahumans. Once the clan had had their fun with him they locked him in a barn for holding while they sent out for one of the members who could tame this monster. Later that night Basilisk awoke to the sounds of fighting, the Fallen having been taken by surprise when the owners of the farm they had taken over came back with their own powered backup. A green light eventually filled the barn, and Basilisk came face to face with his first ally. A teenage girl in punk attire who addressed herself as Blur. She worked him free and explained that they had taken out the power damper. Her friend outside was holding them off and it was time to go. He reluctantly agreed, but made a promise to himself that he was going to do as much damage as he could on their way out. The fight took nearly two hours before the Fallen were forced to retreat from the occupied space, and in that time Basilisk earned the respect of the two that had rescued him. He offered his company to them. And in doing so he was set on his path to gather a new sort of strength. Finding those that had the reputations as monsters, the ones that were dangerous and scared for their own lives. He found them, beat them if necessary, but instead of leaving them behind he offered his hand. Join him, and they would be safe. There would be a family.
At the height of his power Basilisk's gang, known as the Unbalanced Scales, had settled themselves as a mercenary team, focusing on collecting bounties. Working for those with the money to afford them they set about taking the most dangerous jobs they could. And extending the offer to join them to the monsters they were hired to find. By the time Gold Morning had happened Basilisk had nearly ten other parahumans working underneath him, loyal to the end of the world. Until they were scattered across the multiverse.[ ♦ ] Personality♦ Motivation: Basilisk is a leader by nature, and after his encounter with the Fallen he found himself working to find those like himself. Powerful but alone. He saw that in numbers they were safe, and he would do everything in his power to keep it that way. Before Gold Morning he would have liked nothing more than to keep recruiting, keep finding more people to invite to his family in exchange for their abilities. But now that his friend's of the past are gone he wants nothing more than to get them back.
♦ Derangement: Almost every Case 53 sent to Bet was programmed with a weakness. And Basilisk was no exception. Subconsciously he is driven to prove himself, to win against the most deadly of opponents and to dominate the weak around him. He does his best to suppress the later half of this personality trait, though a significantly tough looking opponent will strip him of most reasoning and he will want nothing more than to challenge them to a brawl.[ ♦ ] Parahumanism♦ Skills: Basilisk is a decent strategist when he is thinking straight. Is a surprisingly comforting personality if one allows him to get close enough. And a damn good cook if he has a kitchen large enough for him to work in.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Basilisk: Hulking Case 53 with a nearly nine foot tall frame. Covered in armored scales, thick skin, and heavy muscle, he is very difficult to harm due to the nature of his mutated biology. But his true power comes in when a determined individual actually manages to leave an injury. Whenever wounds are left in his flesh Basilisk’s body will begin to rapidly regenerate to repair the damage while any meat or blood that is removed from the bulk of his body quickly necrotizes then begins to rot. Releasing a noxious gas that is a bright green in color but not usually thick enough to obscure vision. This gas causes headaches, and nausea near instantaneously after being inhaled, then as more gas is inhaled muscles begin to tense and cramp up. If left inhaling the gas for to long (roughly five minutes) there will be a full body temporary paralysis until the gas works it's way out of their system. This can take anywhere from three to five hours depending on constitution. This effect also takes place when the gas has been exposed to open skin for extended periods of time.
Basilisk's strength is difficult to measure, but he has yet to find an opponent he could not lift (except for that guy whose power ment he couldn't be lifted) and has at his upper level lifted a tinker tech battlesuit that weighed just over three thousand pounds long enough for a teammate to remove the pilot.
Basilisk's physical nature lends itself to a more natural durability, thick scaled hide and dense muscle mass means getting a telling blow from any conventional bladed weapon or small arms shot is likely to do nothing more than annoy him. Higher caliber but still commercially available munitions can stumble and put a real damper on his mood. Most military grade heavy weaponry that isn't shrapnel based is what is going to put him on his ass as he works to heal.
His Regeneration is visibly fast, though not nearly Crawler levels of efficient. Bruises and deep internal damage heal fastest, while shallow cuts and surface level bleeding will take a few seconds (The power wanting to use the fumes as long as the damage isn't severe.) Lost limbs take roughly three hours to regrow back to 100% use and the whole time the wounded stump would be pouring out the toxic fumes.
♦ Equipment: What sort of goodies do you have on you when you're in costume?ITEM: N/A
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Thanks for the edits, D! Looks good. Feel free to drop him over into the CS tab when you're ready.
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Adrasteia
"Let’s all keep a cool head. Well, except you."
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Penelope Arianna Diamantis
♦ Age: 27
♦ Loyalty: Penelope is currently independent and awaiting a time where she can join a group of like-minded individuals.
♦ Appearance: Penelope stands at 6'1", towering over most other women and a good portion of men, but her extreme height is very obviously offset by her extreme lankiness--she is naturally much thinner than most, not quite to the point of being gaunt but very close, and has little in the way of obviously protruding features. Penelope's breasts are small, her midriff compact, and her limbs are almost spindly; it is immediately apparent that her growth concerned itself significantly more with height than anything else. Despite this natural skew in her proportions, however, Penelope is the kind of person that you would consider traditionally attractive. Though her profound height and lack of width naturally make her look almost wispy and airy, like a willow swaying in the wind, her dark and sharp features lend her face a depth and fullness that it would not ordinarily have that helps to anchor her in a more aesthetically pleasing light.
Of course, Penelope does not simply walk around au naturel. Penelope is rarely found when she's not impeccably groomed and dressed up--and she likes to be as visually striking as possible. She wears her hair in a side cut, the right side shaved and her hair swept over to the left side in an exaggerated curl, and has dyed her naturally black hair raven blue. At the forefront, cresting the lip of the curve, is a shock of deep magenta-pink that runs half an inch deep. Copious amounts of hairspray ensure the relative stability of the arrangement, and it provides a shadowy backdrop to her face that frames the lighter elements within. Penelope's eyes are lidded with a faint brush of rusty red eyeshadow and framed by a solid line of eyeliner, ending in a slight flick to match the high angles of her cheekbones. Penelope's lips are always her signature shade of bright, vivid blue--and slightly overdrawn to give the impression of fullness--which provides a pop of visual contrast to her other, darker features.
Penelope's nails are neatly trimmed and manicured, and adorned with a heavy coat of polish the same colour as her lips. She wears a fairly thin tank top, patterned with neon colours, that cuts off just before her navel and allows her bra--the same colour as the streak in her hair--to show through in several places. She can usually be seen wearing a black hoodless jacket over this, with an oversized zipper at the front and additional zippers connecting the sleeves to the jacket, as well as running down the length of the sleeves. Penelope typically wears a belt, usually black but occasionally bright blue or magenta, with a trademark oversized buckle in the centre, pulled slightly up so that it just extends into her bared midriff. Below this she wears acid-washed jeans, worn to the point of severely frayed patches of fabric, which end maybe six or so inches above her ankles thanks to both a conscious choice and the ridiculous length of her legs. Penelope's footwear of choice are converse, the same blue as her lips, not worn to quite the same extent as her jeans (being fully intact) but still visibly distressed.
As Adrasteia, Penelope's attire shifts dramatically. The base of Adrasteia's costume is a simple black catsuit, covering all of her body in its entirety with the exception of her head and her hands. Worn over this is a very large and billowy red jacket with an extremely oversized and exaggerated hood that leaves an easy six inches of space between the hood and her hair at all points. The primary focus of the outfit, however, is the mask that she wears--a combination of the classic comedy and tragedy masks, with the left half of her mask being comedy (bearing the trademark grin) and the right half being tragedy (bearing the trademark frown) that meet in the middle. The mask is a singular whole, carved from a single piece of wood and reinforced with several layers of lacquer, painted two different colours neatly down the middle. The base of the comedic half of the mask is a stark ivory, with the eyes and mouth a deep ebony, and vice versa for the tragic half. The mask is attached to a bolt of cloth within the hood that distinctly keeps it separate from the rest. Furthermore, Adrasteia wears gloves, one black and one white, on the opposite hands to her masks.
♦ History:
Penelope Arianna Diamantis began the inchoate stages of her life in Greece in the city of Athens. Born to two loving but dissatisfied parents who wanted more for their child than they'd had for themselves, Penelope's earliest years were spent blissfully ignorant of the misery her parents toiled in. For three years she simply went on with her life as she was taught to do so, before things came to a head and her parents decided that Penelope's future simply did not lie in Greece, and that the ideal of the American dream was something that they could give to her to secure a future beyond the mundane (and, perhaps, that they might be able to live vicariously through her). So her parents packed up all of their worldly possessions, cashed in all of their savings, and uprooted their life for stronger soil and greener pastures. The move to America was not, truth be told, an enormous deal to a young Penelope. At the age of three she really didn't comprehend the gravity of her situation, and she was still young enough that picking up a second language was something she'd be able to do with relative ease--it wasn't like she'd exactly mastered her mother tongue, yet. There was plenty of hope for her to be able to live a normal life.
And, for the best part of her childhood, she did. Many immigrants came to America for the promise of betterment, and though they were from different cultures they had all moved to this place and their newfound interest in the culture that awaited them served as a bond of commonality for them to create a community from. Penelope grew up in the very heart of the proverbial melting pot that American culture had come to be, straddling the line betwixt native and outsider, and thanks to the relative lightness of her skin and lack of truly affected accent blending in with the caucasian natives just enough to have what could be considered an easy time of it. Normality, relative to her situation, prevailed for the large part. She coasted through school, not at the top of her class but fairly close, and participated in the grand game of ignorance that was high school politics without too much in the way of fuss. Being naturally pretty and reasonably intelligent got her quite far, and thanks to her own clique of similarly talented friends she managed to avoid internalising too much in the way of self-loathing that so many seemed to exit high school with. She got a job for herself waitressing in a local diner fairly early on, and though the pay wasn't great and the work was palatable at best her parents had rather emphatically impressed upon her the importance of working hard to achieve the so-called American Dream so that they could have a chance at rising from immigrants to the landed middle class. Penelope came to resent the work not because it was difficult, or dull, or that she was underappreciated--her resentment stemmed from the fact that the life that her parents had to work so hard for was really not that special. The ideal of the American Dream was very real to them, but she had never really known the hardship they'd experienced in Greece. She only knew that she had to fight for what the privileged kids simply had given to them, and though she was too young and too naive to really understand what she was feeling it created within her a knot of discontentment that would fester over the coming years.
University was another story entirely. Her home town of Castle Rock, Colorado was not where she'd want to spend the rest of her life, and though she had simply considered moving to Denver and ekeing out a life for herself there, her parents urged her to attend higher education. The knot of resentment tightened within her, and she capitulated to their requests if only because she supposed that it would be advantageous in the future and that they had poured all of their money and effort over the years into making it happen for her. She got a coveted spot at the University of Columbia for Financial Law, and her life seemed to be on the up and up. Her freshman year was spent, as most are, partying as hard as she could get away with while still keeping up with her studies--and she did a damn good job at the former, though decidedly less so at the latter. She was used to working for what she had, but the level of difficulty was something that she'd never really been introduced to before, and her exultation in the glow of newfound social prestige and self-discovery precluded her from giving as much effort as she'd have liked. Her second year was spent reversing the damage she'd done to her grades in the first year--and a part of that process was learning about the minutiae of the financial world and the forces that ruled it. Penelope's life had been blessedly easy compared to some of her childhood friends, and the more she learned about the nature of the world that her parents had sacrificed so much to bring her to weighed heavily upon her.
It would not be right to say that Penelope became depressed, but as her second year progressed and the work demanded more and more of her the knot festering within her became a tangle of thorns. The understanding of privilege, and how she was absolutely surrounded by it, tightened the knot within her—she simply could not understand how her so-called peers could bear to simply go about their lives without acknowledging the inequality in the world. She became more and more outspoken about the disparity, championing justice and respect for those who the wealthier ignored or treated with outright contempt, and soon earned their ire herself. She had never particularly valued them, so their displeasure did not initially faze her—and those she fought for became stalwart allies that she could rely on. She became part of a close-knit group of friends, pariahs who would one day set out to change the world in some small but meaningful way, and struggled against the subjugation and discrimination that lurked in the periphery. She became extremely close with a few of her classmates, third-years called Alana and Yvette in particular, and much of her increasingly limited free time was spent discussing how they could fix the broken system and bring the oligarchy crumbling to the ground.
Would that group of friends have held fast, Penelope would likely have gone on to become a well-adjusted and successful individual. She might have, in some small fashion, achieved her goal and lived her life the way she had dreamed that she was going to—but it didn’t. One by one, the idealistic sparks she’d admired in her friends were snuffed out or, worse, they graduated and went on to be hired by Wall Street companies, working against their supposed principles for profit. Each of these betrayals, however small, was a new thorn to add to the knot within her. As she got through her third year, a process already inherently taxing thanks to the intense demands placed on law students, the strain of the unresolved hurt and betrayal begun to tear holes in even her closest relationships. Yvette was the first to distance herself from Penelope and her group of would-be revolutionaries, first claiming that she needed to dedicate more of her time to her studies before gradually scouring her social media of any contact with the group and reinventing her image as a would-be corporate lawyer. These things happened, of course—Penelope had experienced that betrayal before, enough times that the pain was almost insignificant—but Yvette’s betrayal hurt her in a way that she had never imagined possible. With Yvette gone Alana soon followed, even going so far as to speak out against her former friend in an attempt to secure a lucrative position after her upcoming graduation.
Without a strong core of support, Penelope’s group of compatriots fell apart within a matter of weeks, and all of the scorn that had been reserved for the group was focused solely on her. It did not take long for her to become a social outcast, practically disbarred from every group of so-called “proper” individuals, she turned instead to the internet for companionship. It did not take her long to find friends, but they were fleeting, fair-weather friends—as friends on the internet were wont to be. She craved their attention and companionship but the pain she was in caused her to push them away, and soon even that release was denied her. She went into her final year fully and truly alone. As a last ditch effort, Penelope tried the one thing that she had not yet managed to do, the one recourse left available to her—she tried to attend one of the many protests rising up against the biggest corporations, but the demands of her final year were simply too great. She resolved to graduate and attempt again, and try to cope with the pain as best as she could.
And then, after what felt like an eternity, it was the day of the protest. Penelope was ready. She was here, taking real action, among her peers--people who felt the way she did, who understood what she did, and wanted to bring a brighter tomorrow to the world. But even here, the betrayals she'd suffered tore at her from within. What had started as a mere knot fuelled by a hint towards the inequality in the world had developed by now into a twisted patch of briars that had made her every waking moment a trial in just how much pain she could endure--and what she had hoped would rid her of those feelings seemed to be ineffective. In that moment, she looked around and saw her fellows chanting their slogans and hoisting their placards into the air, and time seemed to slow for her. This was the most that she could ever really accomplish. No matter how much she tried, no matter how hard she worked, no matter what she put herself through... it would never be enough. These were all just ordinary people who needed something to blame for the state of their lives pouring their hearts and souls into an ultimately futile act and she was one of them. She was just another face in the crowd, just another body on the pile, just another pointless name in a pointless list.
The realisation knocked the air out of her lungs, and for a solid thirty seconds she simply could not bring herself to breathe. Surrounded by perhaps the most motivated people, who felt what she felt, and still they were nothing? If they were nothing, what was the rest of the world? The questions thrummed in her skull, her blood pounding in her temples, and just as she thought she was about to pass out from the lack of air her lungs found their rhythm and tried to compensate for lost time. She gulped in great mouthfuls of air, spitting them out almost before she'd actually managed to get them into her lungs, and cried out to the heavens in rage and despair. All she'd ever wanted was to hold these people accountable for what they'd done, for the damage they'd caused, to make them feel all of the rage and misery and pain that she and countless others felt... and then, the final and greatest betrayal—Yvette and Alana, working for the company she was protesting, walking out of the building hand in hand. Had it been anyone else, perhaps she would not have been so hurt. Perhaps she could have coped, perhaps it would not have broken her—but break her it did, and in that moment of betrayal, and alienation, and pain she triggered.
What happened that day went on to be known as a tragedy. Overcome by a rage so strong she was essentially an animal, Alana de Vere tore out Yvette Sinclair’s throat with her teeth and injured at least three others before having to be fatally shot by the police. The protest ended with SWAT intervention, and many more injured or killed before the day was out.
After the experience, Penelope moved back to Denver, ostensibly to take a break from her rigorous studies and get some experience in the financial world before beginning a job hunt in earnest, having been denied the connections she could have gotten at Columbia. The truth was far simpler: if she were to take advantage of her newfound power, she would need experience and she would need resources. Both would be better off if accrued far away from one of the financial powerhouses of the world, and she could use her home state as a testing grounds for her greater plans. With a little under a year of practice, Penelope decided to forge a cape name for herself. She took the name Adrasteia for herself and began using her powers to enact vengeance on the rich and, where possible, redistribute their assets to the poor. She accomplished very little, on a global scale, but enough to become intimately familiar with her powers and help those that she felt she could help.
And then, years later, Gold Morning happened.
Penelope eventually made her way to Samekh and set about looking for work in the only capacity that her talents allowed for--the practice of law. Penelope arranged for a deal in which her citizenship would be granted immediately provided that she worked for the government in immigration law. Despite a lack of formal training in the matter her skills, natural talents, and power allowed her to do the research quickly and tug the heartstrings of the right people to ensure that she was a formidable lawyer, even in a subject that she had not specifically studied. After completing six months of work her bargain was over, but the comfort of the job was such that she decided to continue in her work--if only because she felt she could genuinely help those that needed it. She has not bothered to join anything parahuman related just yet, but the principles upon which life on Samekh were founded have already begun to grate on her as an unnecessary relic of the past, in some ways worse than Bet ever was, and is biding her time until something about it can be done.
And, for the best part of her childhood, she did. Many immigrants came to America for the promise of betterment, and though they were from different cultures they had all moved to this place and their newfound interest in the culture that awaited them served as a bond of commonality for them to create a community from. Penelope grew up in the very heart of the proverbial melting pot that American culture had come to be, straddling the line betwixt native and outsider, and thanks to the relative lightness of her skin and lack of truly affected accent blending in with the caucasian natives just enough to have what could be considered an easy time of it. Normality, relative to her situation, prevailed for the large part. She coasted through school, not at the top of her class but fairly close, and participated in the grand game of ignorance that was high school politics without too much in the way of fuss. Being naturally pretty and reasonably intelligent got her quite far, and thanks to her own clique of similarly talented friends she managed to avoid internalising too much in the way of self-loathing that so many seemed to exit high school with. She got a job for herself waitressing in a local diner fairly early on, and though the pay wasn't great and the work was palatable at best her parents had rather emphatically impressed upon her the importance of working hard to achieve the so-called American Dream so that they could have a chance at rising from immigrants to the landed middle class. Penelope came to resent the work not because it was difficult, or dull, or that she was underappreciated--her resentment stemmed from the fact that the life that her parents had to work so hard for was really not that special. The ideal of the American Dream was very real to them, but she had never really known the hardship they'd experienced in Greece. She only knew that she had to fight for what the privileged kids simply had given to them, and though she was too young and too naive to really understand what she was feeling it created within her a knot of discontentment that would fester over the coming years.
University was another story entirely. Her home town of Castle Rock, Colorado was not where she'd want to spend the rest of her life, and though she had simply considered moving to Denver and ekeing out a life for herself there, her parents urged her to attend higher education. The knot of resentment tightened within her, and she capitulated to their requests if only because she supposed that it would be advantageous in the future and that they had poured all of their money and effort over the years into making it happen for her. She got a coveted spot at the University of Columbia for Financial Law, and her life seemed to be on the up and up. Her freshman year was spent, as most are, partying as hard as she could get away with while still keeping up with her studies--and she did a damn good job at the former, though decidedly less so at the latter. She was used to working for what she had, but the level of difficulty was something that she'd never really been introduced to before, and her exultation in the glow of newfound social prestige and self-discovery precluded her from giving as much effort as she'd have liked. Her second year was spent reversing the damage she'd done to her grades in the first year--and a part of that process was learning about the minutiae of the financial world and the forces that ruled it. Penelope's life had been blessedly easy compared to some of her childhood friends, and the more she learned about the nature of the world that her parents had sacrificed so much to bring her to weighed heavily upon her.
It would not be right to say that Penelope became depressed, but as her second year progressed and the work demanded more and more of her the knot festering within her became a tangle of thorns. The understanding of privilege, and how she was absolutely surrounded by it, tightened the knot within her—she simply could not understand how her so-called peers could bear to simply go about their lives without acknowledging the inequality in the world. She became more and more outspoken about the disparity, championing justice and respect for those who the wealthier ignored or treated with outright contempt, and soon earned their ire herself. She had never particularly valued them, so their displeasure did not initially faze her—and those she fought for became stalwart allies that she could rely on. She became part of a close-knit group of friends, pariahs who would one day set out to change the world in some small but meaningful way, and struggled against the subjugation and discrimination that lurked in the periphery. She became extremely close with a few of her classmates, third-years called Alana and Yvette in particular, and much of her increasingly limited free time was spent discussing how they could fix the broken system and bring the oligarchy crumbling to the ground.
Would that group of friends have held fast, Penelope would likely have gone on to become a well-adjusted and successful individual. She might have, in some small fashion, achieved her goal and lived her life the way she had dreamed that she was going to—but it didn’t. One by one, the idealistic sparks she’d admired in her friends were snuffed out or, worse, they graduated and went on to be hired by Wall Street companies, working against their supposed principles for profit. Each of these betrayals, however small, was a new thorn to add to the knot within her. As she got through her third year, a process already inherently taxing thanks to the intense demands placed on law students, the strain of the unresolved hurt and betrayal begun to tear holes in even her closest relationships. Yvette was the first to distance herself from Penelope and her group of would-be revolutionaries, first claiming that she needed to dedicate more of her time to her studies before gradually scouring her social media of any contact with the group and reinventing her image as a would-be corporate lawyer. These things happened, of course—Penelope had experienced that betrayal before, enough times that the pain was almost insignificant—but Yvette’s betrayal hurt her in a way that she had never imagined possible. With Yvette gone Alana soon followed, even going so far as to speak out against her former friend in an attempt to secure a lucrative position after her upcoming graduation.
Without a strong core of support, Penelope’s group of compatriots fell apart within a matter of weeks, and all of the scorn that had been reserved for the group was focused solely on her. It did not take long for her to become a social outcast, practically disbarred from every group of so-called “proper” individuals, she turned instead to the internet for companionship. It did not take her long to find friends, but they were fleeting, fair-weather friends—as friends on the internet were wont to be. She craved their attention and companionship but the pain she was in caused her to push them away, and soon even that release was denied her. She went into her final year fully and truly alone. As a last ditch effort, Penelope tried the one thing that she had not yet managed to do, the one recourse left available to her—she tried to attend one of the many protests rising up against the biggest corporations, but the demands of her final year were simply too great. She resolved to graduate and attempt again, and try to cope with the pain as best as she could.
And then, after what felt like an eternity, it was the day of the protest. Penelope was ready. She was here, taking real action, among her peers--people who felt the way she did, who understood what she did, and wanted to bring a brighter tomorrow to the world. But even here, the betrayals she'd suffered tore at her from within. What had started as a mere knot fuelled by a hint towards the inequality in the world had developed by now into a twisted patch of briars that had made her every waking moment a trial in just how much pain she could endure--and what she had hoped would rid her of those feelings seemed to be ineffective. In that moment, she looked around and saw her fellows chanting their slogans and hoisting their placards into the air, and time seemed to slow for her. This was the most that she could ever really accomplish. No matter how much she tried, no matter how hard she worked, no matter what she put herself through... it would never be enough. These were all just ordinary people who needed something to blame for the state of their lives pouring their hearts and souls into an ultimately futile act and she was one of them. She was just another face in the crowd, just another body on the pile, just another pointless name in a pointless list.
The realisation knocked the air out of her lungs, and for a solid thirty seconds she simply could not bring herself to breathe. Surrounded by perhaps the most motivated people, who felt what she felt, and still they were nothing? If they were nothing, what was the rest of the world? The questions thrummed in her skull, her blood pounding in her temples, and just as she thought she was about to pass out from the lack of air her lungs found their rhythm and tried to compensate for lost time. She gulped in great mouthfuls of air, spitting them out almost before she'd actually managed to get them into her lungs, and cried out to the heavens in rage and despair. All she'd ever wanted was to hold these people accountable for what they'd done, for the damage they'd caused, to make them feel all of the rage and misery and pain that she and countless others felt... and then, the final and greatest betrayal—Yvette and Alana, working for the company she was protesting, walking out of the building hand in hand. Had it been anyone else, perhaps she would not have been so hurt. Perhaps she could have coped, perhaps it would not have broken her—but break her it did, and in that moment of betrayal, and alienation, and pain she triggered.
What happened that day went on to be known as a tragedy. Overcome by a rage so strong she was essentially an animal, Alana de Vere tore out Yvette Sinclair’s throat with her teeth and injured at least three others before having to be fatally shot by the police. The protest ended with SWAT intervention, and many more injured or killed before the day was out.
After the experience, Penelope moved back to Denver, ostensibly to take a break from her rigorous studies and get some experience in the financial world before beginning a job hunt in earnest, having been denied the connections she could have gotten at Columbia. The truth was far simpler: if she were to take advantage of her newfound power, she would need experience and she would need resources. Both would be better off if accrued far away from one of the financial powerhouses of the world, and she could use her home state as a testing grounds for her greater plans. With a little under a year of practice, Penelope decided to forge a cape name for herself. She took the name Adrasteia for herself and began using her powers to enact vengeance on the rich and, where possible, redistribute their assets to the poor. She accomplished very little, on a global scale, but enough to become intimately familiar with her powers and help those that she felt she could help.
And then, years later, Gold Morning happened.
Penelope eventually made her way to Samekh and set about looking for work in the only capacity that her talents allowed for--the practice of law. Penelope arranged for a deal in which her citizenship would be granted immediately provided that she worked for the government in immigration law. Despite a lack of formal training in the matter her skills, natural talents, and power allowed her to do the research quickly and tug the heartstrings of the right people to ensure that she was a formidable lawyer, even in a subject that she had not specifically studied. After completing six months of work her bargain was over, but the comfort of the job was such that she decided to continue in her work--if only because she felt she could genuinely help those that needed it. She has not bothered to join anything parahuman related just yet, but the principles upon which life on Samekh were founded have already begun to grate on her as an unnecessary relic of the past, in some ways worse than Bet ever was, and is biding her time until something about it can be done.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Penelope is an extraordinarily ideologically driven woman, and her ideology is most simply summarised by the words "fuck the one percent". She loathes the state of the world and places its blame almost entirely on the magnates and oligarchs who control it from the shadows to the detriment of everyone else around them, and her sole motivation in life is to rip them from their ivory towers and show them what it's like to muck about with the good people of the world crushed under their metaphorical boots. Penelope initially took this ideology in a direction that she, in her more mature years, recognises as misguided and naive--originally, she had hoped to change the world through the power of protest and elucidation. She thought that if she could simply elevate the thoughts of her compatriots to the point of understanding how the world worked then the resultant shift in popular sentiment could liberate them from the shackles of their oppressors. She thought that armed with understanding they could accomplish that which had been denied them since time immemorial--a society that cared for everyone and everything within it.
It was only when the world took that hope from her by constant iteration and reiteration of failure that she saw it for how naive it was. How could she incite an indolent populace to revolt if they neither understood nor desired to understand the fact that the barely-gilded cage foisted upon them was not how the world had to be? No, she knew that in order to liberate them from something that they could not even perceive that she had to become as powerful as her oppressors in order to undermine their efforts. Thus, her motivations are twofold: Bring the current system of exploitation and misery crashing down and those who perpetuated it to justice, and obtain enough power to do so. Penelope will go to great lengths to achieve her goals, believing that the sacrifice of the few for the many is always worthwhile, even to the extent that should the correct moment arise for her death to change things she will gladly accept the opportunity. If she has to murder ten to achieve the power to save a thousand, she believes that this is a worthwhile trade--but only if she keeps her morals in check and does not lose sight of her goal. As a result she desires stability in the form of a group of close compatriots who can check her worst and most selfish impulses when necessary as well as damage the current regime in legitimately meaningful ways--and this resulted in her desire to join a group of more morally grey individuals than the First and Final Guards who, in her mind, exist to perpetuate the current regime (regardless of how true that may actually be).
♦ Derangement:Judicious use of Penelope’s power has left her with a more volatile emotional state than she would care to admit. She carries fragments of emotions and other such psychological phenomena with her from times where she’s used her power, and when she gets tired or stressed these fragments of emotions from times when she has recently used her power are prone to directly influencing her own mental state—and due to the fact that she very frequently focuses her power on psychological phenomena that incite themes of rage and rebellion, she has to a certain extent taken on more of the traits of a violent revolutionary than she currently realises.
It was only when the world took that hope from her by constant iteration and reiteration of failure that she saw it for how naive it was. How could she incite an indolent populace to revolt if they neither understood nor desired to understand the fact that the barely-gilded cage foisted upon them was not how the world had to be? No, she knew that in order to liberate them from something that they could not even perceive that she had to become as powerful as her oppressors in order to undermine their efforts. Thus, her motivations are twofold: Bring the current system of exploitation and misery crashing down and those who perpetuated it to justice, and obtain enough power to do so. Penelope will go to great lengths to achieve her goals, believing that the sacrifice of the few for the many is always worthwhile, even to the extent that should the correct moment arise for her death to change things she will gladly accept the opportunity. If she has to murder ten to achieve the power to save a thousand, she believes that this is a worthwhile trade--but only if she keeps her morals in check and does not lose sight of her goal. As a result she desires stability in the form of a group of close compatriots who can check her worst and most selfish impulses when necessary as well as damage the current regime in legitimately meaningful ways--and this resulted in her desire to join a group of more morally grey individuals than the First and Final Guards who, in her mind, exist to perpetuate the current regime (regardless of how true that may actually be).
♦ Derangement:Judicious use of Penelope’s power has left her with a more volatile emotional state than she would care to admit. She carries fragments of emotions and other such psychological phenomena with her from times where she’s used her power, and when she gets tired or stressed these fragments of emotions from times when she has recently used her power are prone to directly influencing her own mental state—and due to the fact that she very frequently focuses her power on psychological phenomena that incite themes of rage and rebellion, she has to a certain extent taken on more of the traits of a violent revolutionary than she currently realises.
[ ♦ ]
Parahumanism
Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Penelope’s primary talents are those of an oratory and intellectual nature. She is a naturally gifted public speaker and negotiator, a talent which was only magnified by her powers, and is considerably more knowledgeable than most in matters of finances and the nuances of the law regarding such. She is bilingual, speaking Greek and English fluently, and has recently indulged in the practice of things she thinks she will find useful in the field, such as lockpicking and hand-to-hand combat. Four years of Law School have given Penelope a mind for extreme detail—she is capable of memorising colossal amounts of information by rote and referencing that information as-needed, but this is certainly within the capacity of an ordinary person.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Penelope's power is, fundamentally, the ability to sense, connect, and manipulate the psychological phenomena within people. It could more accurately be described as the ability to influence the connections and ties that bind humans together. Practically, this ability has several components:
Firstly, Penelope is always able to sense the most dominant emotion (or other equivalent psychological phenomena under the broad umbrella of "emotion", stretching to concepts such as loyalty or devotion) that anybody within around half a city block (approximately 450 feet) is currently feeling. While she cannot turn this sensory ability off, it is not an inherently empathetic awareness--she does not feel what they feel, and has an awareness in an abstract way as if she has another sense linked directly to this ability. Penelope is capable, if she desires, of reducing the range of this ability to approximately a quarter of a city block (225 feet), gaining insight into more of the emotions people are feeling beyond their most focused emotion and surface emotions. If she focuses on a specific individual she is capable of narrowing this focus even further to the extent that she is able to essentially consider their entire emotional profile. It is important to note that she cannot detect thoughts under any circumstances--her sensory ability is very strictly restricted to the purview of her overall skillset. Penelope's range of power has minor fluctuations based on how currently attuned she is with her shard.
Secondly, Penelope is able to choose a single instance of dominant emotion or a psychological phenomenon within her limited sensory range of approx. 225 feet and bind any number of people she can sense within that area together. Then, all instances of the chosen emotion felt by her selected targets are transferred to a single target of her choice. If any of these emotions are felt towards a specific target by anybody affected by the power, Penelope is able to direct all of the combined emotion towards any one target among those available to her. This typically manifests as Penelope choosing an emotion--for example, anger--and siphoning all instances of anger from all targets within her range, then transferring the accumulated anger into one person. Those who have their emotion siphoned by her power no longer feel any instance of the emotion. While within her range, Penelope is capable of maintaining a single instance of this effect almost indefinitely. Penelope is theoretically capable of using this power to transfer instances of any common facet of the mind that does not extend into explicit thought, which include but are not limited to: loyalty, trust, pain, and pleasure.
The exact specifications of the range of Penelope’s power vary, but it is most easily understood as a circular area of effect with variable radius--the lower bound of this area is 10 feet in radius, and its upper bound is 225 feet in radius. Penelope may choose any radius between the two and place the area of effect anywhere within her overall 225 ft. radius provided that it does not extend past her 225 foot distance maximum. As soon as any target leaves Penelope’s chosen range of influence, the effect of her power gradually begins to reverse itself over the course of twelve hours.
By virtue of its nature, Penelope’s power is Manton limited.
♦ Equipment: Adrasteia carries precious little, being relatively new to the idea of being a cape. Currently she has several burner phones, a taser, and pepper spray—but as her needs develop, she will upgrade her setup accordingly.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Penelope's power is, fundamentally, the ability to sense, connect, and manipulate the psychological phenomena within people. It could more accurately be described as the ability to influence the connections and ties that bind humans together. Practically, this ability has several components:
Firstly, Penelope is always able to sense the most dominant emotion (or other equivalent psychological phenomena under the broad umbrella of "emotion", stretching to concepts such as loyalty or devotion) that anybody within around half a city block (approximately 450 feet) is currently feeling. While she cannot turn this sensory ability off, it is not an inherently empathetic awareness--she does not feel what they feel, and has an awareness in an abstract way as if she has another sense linked directly to this ability. Penelope is capable, if she desires, of reducing the range of this ability to approximately a quarter of a city block (225 feet), gaining insight into more of the emotions people are feeling beyond their most focused emotion and surface emotions. If she focuses on a specific individual she is capable of narrowing this focus even further to the extent that she is able to essentially consider their entire emotional profile. It is important to note that she cannot detect thoughts under any circumstances--her sensory ability is very strictly restricted to the purview of her overall skillset. Penelope's range of power has minor fluctuations based on how currently attuned she is with her shard.
Secondly, Penelope is able to choose a single instance of dominant emotion or a psychological phenomenon within her limited sensory range of approx. 225 feet and bind any number of people she can sense within that area together. Then, all instances of the chosen emotion felt by her selected targets are transferred to a single target of her choice. If any of these emotions are felt towards a specific target by anybody affected by the power, Penelope is able to direct all of the combined emotion towards any one target among those available to her. This typically manifests as Penelope choosing an emotion--for example, anger--and siphoning all instances of anger from all targets within her range, then transferring the accumulated anger into one person. Those who have their emotion siphoned by her power no longer feel any instance of the emotion. While within her range, Penelope is capable of maintaining a single instance of this effect almost indefinitely. Penelope is theoretically capable of using this power to transfer instances of any common facet of the mind that does not extend into explicit thought, which include but are not limited to: loyalty, trust, pain, and pleasure.
The exact specifications of the range of Penelope’s power vary, but it is most easily understood as a circular area of effect with variable radius--the lower bound of this area is 10 feet in radius, and its upper bound is 225 feet in radius. Penelope may choose any radius between the two and place the area of effect anywhere within her overall 225 ft. radius provided that it does not extend past her 225 foot distance maximum. As soon as any target leaves Penelope’s chosen range of influence, the effect of her power gradually begins to reverse itself over the course of twelve hours.
By virtue of its nature, Penelope’s power is Manton limited.
♦ Equipment: Adrasteia carries precious little, being relatively new to the idea of being a cape. Currently she has several burner phones, a taser, and pepper spray—but as her needs develop, she will upgrade her setup accordingly.
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[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Damien Borde
♦ Age: 17
♦ Loyalty: Junior Guard
♦ Appearance:
Damien has long, black hair that leans more toward unkempt than not. He's 5'8 with dark brown eyes, and his facial features sometimes make him seem more serious that he actually is.
Replace the star with an orb, swap out the cape for a helmet and the equipment mentioned below, and reduce his build to that of a moderately fit teenager, and you have Werelight.
♦ History:
Damien was always the odd one out in his family. The youngest of two siblings, Damien was a bit more inclined to be adventurous, rebellious, than his parents and older sister. His older family members liked the town of Burlingon, they enjoyed managing their small restaurant, and they were satisfied with their lives. Damien, however, was less enthused by the prospect of becoming a cook--he wanted his life to be more interesting than that. Nonetheless, he still loved his family, and when they managed to fully reconstruct their business in the wake of Behemoth's attack through sheer effort and determination, he couldn't help but respect their resilience.
Damien's relatively ordinary world was upended, along with the city of Burlington as a whole, when Gold Morning arrived. The end of the world brought with it chaos, instability, and a wide variety of problems looming on the horizon. Damien’s parents, convinced that they would be able to adapt and carry on, refused to join the fleeing refugees; Damien’s sister was held back from leaving by her deep-seated and selfless desire to help rebuild Burlington. Damien, in contrast, was growing increasingly worried about the city’s highly uncertain future.
Tensions grew when, six months after Gold Morning, Damien’s sister died during an ill-fated search and rescue mission in the middle of the first winter. The loss created a growing rift between Damien and his parents. Damien saw his sister's death as evidence that Burlington would only become more inhospitable with time; his mother and father retorted that abandoning the city now would be an affront to everything his sister had stood for. It took Damien a while to realize that arguing was fruitless, that his parents’ minds couldn’t be changed. However, while resource shortages grew and violent skirmishes involving gangs and scavengers rose in frequency over time, his reluctance to abandon his remaining family members always won out over his apprehension.
A little over a year after his sister’s death, an increasingly delicate truce between two major factions in the area fractured. Damien had heard the rumors and the gunshots at night, but he was still blindsided when a gang pursuing a Changer stormed through his neighborhood, killing everyone they encountered in an attempt to ferret out their enemy. As armed soldiers combed through the area, he took refuge in a shed. He was close enough to see the building he knew his parents were in--close enough to watch the gang members enter the building, and to hear the gunshots followed by silence.
In the midst of his grief, two thoughts crossed Damien’s mind. His parents should have listened to him. And there was no way he would be able to escape the notice of incoming soldiers with a hiding place as obvious as the shed. He was going to die.
Damien's thoughts resurfaced from an instant of oblivion to find a large, crystalline orb hovering in front of him. Help me, he asked it. The orb responded eagerly. He only realized he could tell it to stop after he had taken advantage of the diversion to escape and unintentionally left five dead or crippled gang members behind him.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Damien made it through the hundred mile journey westward to Denver. Aspiring to follow in the footsteps of his selfless older sister, he donned a mask and became a cape, making an effort to protect the community of refugees who were still waiting to immigrate to the Silver City. He soon caught the attention of the Final Guard, and after agreeing to join their junior division, his citizenship application was fast-tracked. Now seventeen years old, Werelight is determined to do his best to protect Serstol...even though he knows that in the end, none of what he’s been through was worth losing his family for.
Damien's relatively ordinary world was upended, along with the city of Burlington as a whole, when Gold Morning arrived. The end of the world brought with it chaos, instability, and a wide variety of problems looming on the horizon. Damien’s parents, convinced that they would be able to adapt and carry on, refused to join the fleeing refugees; Damien’s sister was held back from leaving by her deep-seated and selfless desire to help rebuild Burlington. Damien, in contrast, was growing increasingly worried about the city’s highly uncertain future.
Tensions grew when, six months after Gold Morning, Damien’s sister died during an ill-fated search and rescue mission in the middle of the first winter. The loss created a growing rift between Damien and his parents. Damien saw his sister's death as evidence that Burlington would only become more inhospitable with time; his mother and father retorted that abandoning the city now would be an affront to everything his sister had stood for. It took Damien a while to realize that arguing was fruitless, that his parents’ minds couldn’t be changed. However, while resource shortages grew and violent skirmishes involving gangs and scavengers rose in frequency over time, his reluctance to abandon his remaining family members always won out over his apprehension.
A little over a year after his sister’s death, an increasingly delicate truce between two major factions in the area fractured. Damien had heard the rumors and the gunshots at night, but he was still blindsided when a gang pursuing a Changer stormed through his neighborhood, killing everyone they encountered in an attempt to ferret out their enemy. As armed soldiers combed through the area, he took refuge in a shed. He was close enough to see the building he knew his parents were in--close enough to watch the gang members enter the building, and to hear the gunshots followed by silence.
In the midst of his grief, two thoughts crossed Damien’s mind. His parents should have listened to him. And there was no way he would be able to escape the notice of incoming soldiers with a hiding place as obvious as the shed. He was going to die.
Damien's thoughts resurfaced from an instant of oblivion to find a large, crystalline orb hovering in front of him. Help me, he asked it. The orb responded eagerly. He only realized he could tell it to stop after he had taken advantage of the diversion to escape and unintentionally left five dead or crippled gang members behind him.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Damien made it through the hundred mile journey westward to Denver. Aspiring to follow in the footsteps of his selfless older sister, he donned a mask and became a cape, making an effort to protect the community of refugees who were still waiting to immigrate to the Silver City. He soon caught the attention of the Final Guard, and after agreeing to join their junior division, his citizenship application was fast-tracked. Now seventeen years old, Werelight is determined to do his best to protect Serstol...even though he knows that in the end, none of what he’s been through was worth losing his family for.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Like his sister, Damien wants to help people. He knows that fighting other capes is only one element of this--when on patrol, he'll often make an effort to intervene in more mundane situations, although he hasn't quite reached the point where this is natural for him. He's not reluctant to throw himself into fights, and in combat, he's determined yet methodical in his approach.
However, Damien isn't a perfect person. He has an ingrained bias toward giving up early or retreating in situations that he perceives as hopeless. He also tends to overestimate how good his own judgement is, and sometimes makes bad decisions with excessive amounts of confidence. This, coupled with his reluctance to cave after he's taken a firm stance on something, can make him tough to work with at times.
A few hypothetical situations where Damien would be likely to get himself into trouble are:
- There’s a nearby, immanent threat...and someone’s refusing to evacuate or cooperate with him, endangering their lives in the process. If the endangered person is nice about it, Damien will let it slide. But if they're not, there's a decent possibility that they're going to end up mastered by Damien's orb, intentionally or unintentionally. Now they'll listen to him.
- The Guard places heavy restrictions on when and where he's allowed to go out on patrol. This worsens the friction between him and the leaders of the group. When a crisis in the city causes Damien to conclude that he should be out there doing something instead of sitting around at the whims of his superiors, he may go out looking for a fight on his own, possibly egged on by his power.
- Damien proposes a strategy to his team. The others point out flaws, maybe critical ones that an older member of the Final Guard has noticed, but he sticks to his guns hard and eventually convinces the Junior Guard to go along with it. Then it goes wrong.
♦ Derangement: Damien's power doesn't directly influence his personality, at least not more than the average power does. However, Damien has gotten better over time at understanding what his power wants, and what it wants tends to play into his worst impulses. See below for more details.
However, Damien isn't a perfect person. He has an ingrained bias toward giving up early or retreating in situations that he perceives as hopeless. He also tends to overestimate how good his own judgement is, and sometimes makes bad decisions with excessive amounts of confidence. This, coupled with his reluctance to cave after he's taken a firm stance on something, can make him tough to work with at times.
A few hypothetical situations where Damien would be likely to get himself into trouble are:
- There’s a nearby, immanent threat...and someone’s refusing to evacuate or cooperate with him, endangering their lives in the process. If the endangered person is nice about it, Damien will let it slide. But if they're not, there's a decent possibility that they're going to end up mastered by Damien's orb, intentionally or unintentionally. Now they'll listen to him.
- The Guard places heavy restrictions on when and where he's allowed to go out on patrol. This worsens the friction between him and the leaders of the group. When a crisis in the city causes Damien to conclude that he should be out there doing something instead of sitting around at the whims of his superiors, he may go out looking for a fight on his own, possibly egged on by his power.
- Damien proposes a strategy to his team. The others point out flaws, maybe critical ones that an older member of the Final Guard has noticed, but he sticks to his guns hard and eventually convinces the Junior Guard to go along with it. Then it goes wrong.
♦ Derangement: Damien's power doesn't directly influence his personality, at least not more than the average power does. However, Damien has gotten better over time at understanding what his power wants, and what it wants tends to play into his worst impulses. See below for more details.
[ ♦ ] Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Damien knows some basic first aid thanks to a few improvised courses offered by those associated with the Guard. He's also in reasonably good shape, though he doesn't place an especially strong emphasis on working out, and is fairly handy with a toolbox due to the construction work he helped with following Gold Morning. Lastly, Damien is an exceptional cook, having picked up a fair amount of his parents' skills during his childhood.
♦ Classification: Shaker / Master
♦ Mechanics: At will, Damien can summon a translucent, purple orb from his body, with a diameter of around two feet. While easy to spot in daylight, the orb is silent and does not emit light. It's solid with a high coefficient of friction, though smooth to the touch. Damien can telekinetically control the orb, accelerating it at 1g in any direction up to a maximum speed of approximately 30 mph. Typically, he attacks by physically slamming the orb into objects or shoving enemies around with it. If he's careful, it's possible for him to restrain opponents by pinning them beneath the orb, although this is a bit tricky and risks injuring the target due to his power's nature. The ball's weight is hard to gauge, but it hits roughly as hard as an equivalently sized sphere of water, and it resists moving when struck by other attacks.
Damien's power has a second aspect to it that he tries to draw less attention to. Upon touching his orb, he can shift it into a different state; its color intensifies, and the light passing through it bends less than usual. In this state, the orb is half as fast, much lighter, and easier for enemies to deflect. A thrown shoe would be sufficient to knock it off course. However, upon making contact with another person, the orb will immediately be absorbed into their body. For roughly thirty seconds after, Damien will be unable to summon a new orb, but can issue vague commands to the person in the same way that he controls his orb. There's several limits to this ability: It's much easier to evade the ball in this state due to its limited maneuverability, it may be blocked by heavy armor or by certain powers, and if a parahuman is affected by the orb, it struggles to use all but the simplest of powers.
Damien's range varies somewhat, and is defined by his shard. The orb doesn't like going more than 300 feet away from him; it won't do so under ordinary circumstances. If Damien feels trapped, however, or if he feels like he's inevitably going to die or get hurt in a situation, his range will increase. He's not limited by line of sight, but his limited access to the orb's fuzzy senses make it tricky for him to use his power reliably when he can't see it. (His shard can see just fine--it's excellent at parsing the sensory input, even though Damien is bad at it--but it doesn't have as many qualms about collateral damage as Damien does, which can be dangerous if Damien doesn't know exactly what it's attacking.)
His orb is durable enough that most conventional weapons can't damage it. However, powerful attacks may shatter it. If this happens, Damien will instantly lose control over the shards and be forced to spend roughly thirty seconds generating a new orb. The shards do not disappear over time, so tinkers may find various uses for the material. Damien cannot voluntarily relinquish control over his orb and generate a new one.
♦ Additional notes on Damien's shard:
Damien's power is somewhat unusual in that he's not fully in charge of the orb's movements. Instead, he mentally tells the orb what he wants it to do ("ram this person", "stay between me and that enemy", "float around me in a square", etc.), and his passenger interprets what he's asking for and acts on it. On one hand, his shard is much better at using his power intuitively than he'd ever be, giving him a respectable amount of fine control. On the other, this means that an alien supercomputer that only mostly wants what Damien wants is in charge. It'll almost always listen to Damien and is excellent at reading his intentions, but it still has a mind of its own. For instance, if Damien lets it act entirely of its own volition during a fight, it might head off on its own and start attacking whatever targets it finds the most interesting--possibly including teammates and civilians.
Compared to most other shards, Damien's shard is almost hyperactive. It really likes being used, and it often tries to act on its own if Damien isn't actively reining it in. If he's angry out of costume, it'll try to emerge from his body, forcing him to consciously tell it to back down. Sometimes it'll 'nudge' him gently when he's bored, or poke him less gently if he's feeling guilty about not being out on the streets helping. Damien's learned over the past year that he needs to devote constant attention to his power when out on patrol or in a stressful situation, or it's liable to cause an accident. In return, however, Damien's power rewards his for using it: The more conflict he gets into, the stronger his power becomes. (Increased cooperation, slightly faster acceleration, slightly longer control duration, etc.) The difference is small under ordinary circumstances, but it increases as the magnitude and frequency of the conflict increase. By now, Damien is fully aware of this pattern, and is reasonably certain that his power is alive in some way even though he can't communicate with it directly.
♦ Equipment:
♦ Classification: Shaker / Master
♦ Mechanics: At will, Damien can summon a translucent, purple orb from his body, with a diameter of around two feet. While easy to spot in daylight, the orb is silent and does not emit light. It's solid with a high coefficient of friction, though smooth to the touch. Damien can telekinetically control the orb, accelerating it at 1g in any direction up to a maximum speed of approximately 30 mph. Typically, he attacks by physically slamming the orb into objects or shoving enemies around with it. If he's careful, it's possible for him to restrain opponents by pinning them beneath the orb, although this is a bit tricky and risks injuring the target due to his power's nature. The ball's weight is hard to gauge, but it hits roughly as hard as an equivalently sized sphere of water, and it resists moving when struck by other attacks.
Damien's power has a second aspect to it that he tries to draw less attention to. Upon touching his orb, he can shift it into a different state; its color intensifies, and the light passing through it bends less than usual. In this state, the orb is half as fast, much lighter, and easier for enemies to deflect. A thrown shoe would be sufficient to knock it off course. However, upon making contact with another person, the orb will immediately be absorbed into their body. For roughly thirty seconds after, Damien will be unable to summon a new orb, but can issue vague commands to the person in the same way that he controls his orb. There's several limits to this ability: It's much easier to evade the ball in this state due to its limited maneuverability, it may be blocked by heavy armor or by certain powers, and if a parahuman is affected by the orb, it struggles to use all but the simplest of powers.
Damien's range varies somewhat, and is defined by his shard. The orb doesn't like going more than 300 feet away from him; it won't do so under ordinary circumstances. If Damien feels trapped, however, or if he feels like he's inevitably going to die or get hurt in a situation, his range will increase. He's not limited by line of sight, but his limited access to the orb's fuzzy senses make it tricky for him to use his power reliably when he can't see it. (His shard can see just fine--it's excellent at parsing the sensory input, even though Damien is bad at it--but it doesn't have as many qualms about collateral damage as Damien does, which can be dangerous if Damien doesn't know exactly what it's attacking.)
His orb is durable enough that most conventional weapons can't damage it. However, powerful attacks may shatter it. If this happens, Damien will instantly lose control over the shards and be forced to spend roughly thirty seconds generating a new orb. The shards do not disappear over time, so tinkers may find various uses for the material. Damien cannot voluntarily relinquish control over his orb and generate a new one.
♦ Additional notes on Damien's shard:
Damien's power is somewhat unusual in that he's not fully in charge of the orb's movements. Instead, he mentally tells the orb what he wants it to do ("ram this person", "stay between me and that enemy", "float around me in a square", etc.), and his passenger interprets what he's asking for and acts on it. On one hand, his shard is much better at using his power intuitively than he'd ever be, giving him a respectable amount of fine control. On the other, this means that an alien supercomputer that only mostly wants what Damien wants is in charge. It'll almost always listen to Damien and is excellent at reading his intentions, but it still has a mind of its own. For instance, if Damien lets it act entirely of its own volition during a fight, it might head off on its own and start attacking whatever targets it finds the most interesting--possibly including teammates and civilians.
Compared to most other shards, Damien's shard is almost hyperactive. It really likes being used, and it often tries to act on its own if Damien isn't actively reining it in. If he's angry out of costume, it'll try to emerge from his body, forcing him to consciously tell it to back down. Sometimes it'll 'nudge' him gently when he's bored, or poke him less gently if he's feeling guilty about not being out on the streets helping. Damien's learned over the past year that he needs to devote constant attention to his power when out on patrol or in a stressful situation, or it's liable to cause an accident. In return, however, Damien's power rewards his for using it: The more conflict he gets into, the stronger his power becomes. (Increased cooperation, slightly faster acceleration, slightly longer control duration, etc.) The difference is small under ordinary circumstances, but it increases as the magnitude and frequency of the conflict increase. By now, Damien is fully aware of this pattern, and is reasonably certain that his power is alive in some way even though he can't communicate with it directly.
♦ Equipment:
- An earpiece to keep in contact with his teammates.
- A handful of zip-ties.
- A pocket containing some first aid supplies, primarily intended for severe injuries.
- A harness that he can attach to his orb to carry objects, particularly people. It's lightweight and easy to carry, consisting mostly of fabric straps.
- Two foam pads that can attach to his orb to help cushion impacts when he doesn't want to hurt someone. Damien has noticed that his orb becomes slightly harder to control while using them.
- A five-piece, bullet-resistant ring that he can attach to his orb, turning it into a four-foot-diameter shield. It takes him around twenty seconds to apply it, possibly fifteen if he's rushing and doesn't make any mistakes. Damien generally carries it on his back.
- And lastly, his costume, which is tough enough to resist small-caliber firearms and mitigate the force of weaker attacks.
Note: Damien's orb can still be absorbed into people while using the above gear, but with a few caveats. Firstly, the gear will fall off upon absorption and must be reattached. Secondly, the ball itself must still make contact with the target; the straps and pads will block the power. Lastly, the second state is effectively useless with the shield attached due to the shield's weight.
- A handful of zip-ties.
- A pocket containing some first aid supplies, primarily intended for severe injuries.
- A harness that he can attach to his orb to carry objects, particularly people. It's lightweight and easy to carry, consisting mostly of fabric straps.
- Two foam pads that can attach to his orb to help cushion impacts when he doesn't want to hurt someone. Damien has noticed that his orb becomes slightly harder to control while using them.
- A five-piece, bullet-resistant ring that he can attach to his orb, turning it into a four-foot-diameter shield. It takes him around twenty seconds to apply it, possibly fifteen if he's rushing and doesn't make any mistakes. Damien generally carries it on his back.
- And lastly, his costume, which is tough enough to resist small-caliber firearms and mitigate the force of weaker attacks.
Note: Damien's orb can still be absorbed into people while using the above gear, but with a few caveats. Firstly, the gear will fall off upon absorption and must be reattached. Secondly, the ball itself must still make contact with the target; the straps and pads will block the power. Lastly, the second state is effectively useless with the shield attached due to the shield's weight.
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Alright, first post. Let's hope that I don't fuck anything up here.
"Everyone has a price, and some people are pretty damn cheap."
♦ Name: Manfred Stromer
♦ Age: 23
♦ Loyalty: Currently independent.
♦ Appearance: Painfully average looking Caucasian Male in his early twenties. Not unattractive, but not interesting either. Dark brown hair, goatee with a moustache. Brown eyes. Below average height, a bit lanky. Not very muscular, but stronger than his build suggests. Will probably still lose most arm wrestling matches. Likes to dress way above his current paygrade.
Wears a black suit with a tophat, with a trenchcoat draped over one of his arms. This is his casual wear, if he intends to go costuming, he swaps the tophat for a slightly different tophat, dons the trenchcoat and a domino mask.
I wasn't capable of finding any stock image person who looked "Average dude with a mustache" enough, so here, have a picture of him while using his powers.
♦ History:
Lantern Jack
"Everyone has a price, and some people are pretty damn cheap."
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Manfred Stromer
♦ Age: 23
♦ Loyalty: Currently independent.
♦ Appearance: Painfully average looking Caucasian Male in his early twenties. Not unattractive, but not interesting either. Dark brown hair, goatee with a moustache. Brown eyes. Below average height, a bit lanky. Not very muscular, but stronger than his build suggests. Will probably still lose most arm wrestling matches. Likes to dress way above his current paygrade.
Wears a black suit with a tophat, with a trenchcoat draped over one of his arms. This is his casual wear, if he intends to go costuming, he swaps the tophat for a slightly different tophat, dons the trenchcoat and a domino mask.
I wasn't capable of finding any stock image person who looked "Average dude with a mustache" enough, so here, have a picture of him while using his powers.
♦ History:
Son of Gerald Stromer and Annemarie Weilbach Stromer, sibling of three. Lantern Jack alias Manfred grew up in a conservative, but extraordinarily wealthy household in Saxony. Being the only boy among four children, Manfred suffered from the pressure of having to live up to his strict father's high expectations from a young age. When one of his sisters (middle sister, Ingrid Katalin 'Cathy' Stromer) triggered as a Tinker, Manfred's father doubled down in a desperate attempt to regain control over her.
This led Manfred to have an audience with Cauldron at age fourteen.
After gaining powers, Manfred took the opportunity to escape with his Parahuman sister. The two started a Mercenary Operation, with Manfred going by the cape name 'Irrlicht' while his sister went for 'Placoderm'. During this time, they mostly took legal jobs, such as acting as bodyguards for political figures.
Resentment between the siblings was still too high for the Operation to be of any success. Placoderm joined the Meisters, a local Protectorate-equivalent, while Manfred alias Irrlicht remained a mercenary, usually working in moderately shady jobs for high-end clients.
The 'Echidnagate' event of 2010 caused then Irrlicht trouble when a Monster cape going by the alias Engel publically accused him of being one of the vial capes. This led to Irrlicht getting scapegoated and vilified in the German cape scene, leading to his actions being regarded with more scrutiny and his base of customers dwindling until only a vast minority of clients from the legal side of the law remained. Irrlicht blamed Placoderm for this.
On January first of 2012, Manfred decided to never use his powers again. Irrlicht officially died, while Manfred returned home, tail tucked between his legs, to start working for his father in a non-cape job.
On January 20th, Khonsu attacked. Manfred used his powers but decided to abstain before getting anything done.
On June 24th of 2013, Manfred briefly met Scion.
Following GM, Manfred decided to track down his unpowered sisters, who left his childhood home during his days as a mercenary. While his youngest sister works(/worked) as a lawyer in Earth Zayin, his eldest, one Annalisa 'Liz' Stromer, went to Samekh, where she acts as a politician of low prestige and middling importance. Manfred himself got citizenship mainly thanks to her, tho he still has to do some 'community service'.
About 4 years after the death of Irrlicht, Manfred decided to rebrand himself as Lantern Jack. The reference to the infamous American villain Jack Slash was unintentional, though he sometimes claims otherwise.
This led Manfred to have an audience with Cauldron at age fourteen.
After gaining powers, Manfred took the opportunity to escape with his Parahuman sister. The two started a Mercenary Operation, with Manfred going by the cape name 'Irrlicht' while his sister went for 'Placoderm'. During this time, they mostly took legal jobs, such as acting as bodyguards for political figures.
Resentment between the siblings was still too high for the Operation to be of any success. Placoderm joined the Meisters, a local Protectorate-equivalent, while Manfred alias Irrlicht remained a mercenary, usually working in moderately shady jobs for high-end clients.
The 'Echidnagate' event of 2010 caused then Irrlicht trouble when a Monster cape going by the alias Engel publically accused him of being one of the vial capes. This led to Irrlicht getting scapegoated and vilified in the German cape scene, leading to his actions being regarded with more scrutiny and his base of customers dwindling until only a vast minority of clients from the legal side of the law remained. Irrlicht blamed Placoderm for this.
On January first of 2012, Manfred decided to never use his powers again. Irrlicht officially died, while Manfred returned home, tail tucked between his legs, to start working for his father in a non-cape job.
On January 20th, Khonsu attacked. Manfred used his powers but decided to abstain before getting anything done.
On June 24th of 2013, Manfred briefly met Scion.
Following GM, Manfred decided to track down his unpowered sisters, who left his childhood home during his days as a mercenary. While his youngest sister works(/worked) as a lawyer in Earth Zayin, his eldest, one Annalisa 'Liz' Stromer, went to Samekh, where she acts as a politician of low prestige and middling importance. Manfred himself got citizenship mainly thanks to her, tho he still has to do some 'community service'.
About 4 years after the death of Irrlicht, Manfred decided to rebrand himself as Lantern Jack. The reference to the infamous American villain Jack Slash was unintentional, though he sometimes claims otherwise.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Lantern Jack wants to start a new life, but in a way that doesn't involve too many uncertainties. Chasing the better parts of his Pre-Echidna life, preferably without the worse. Currently, he is in a sort of mid-life crisis (or rather a late-life crisis, given the lifespan of the average Parahuman) and seeking out new opportunities while also trying to stick to the stuff he knows.
♦ Derangement: Lantern Jacks familiarity with and reliance on his power used to translate into cocky, careless, confident behavior during his days as Irrlicht. He is currently trying to replicate that sort of behavior but has secretly grown jaded.
His (alleged) ties to Cauldron are also a source of insecurity, leading to him detesting other vial capes who didn't reveal themselves willingly, hypocritically regarding them as hypocrites. A large part of this is his bored power trying to push him into more conflict.
♦ Derangement: Lantern Jacks familiarity with and reliance on his power used to translate into cocky, careless, confident behavior during his days as Irrlicht. He is currently trying to replicate that sort of behavior but has secretly grown jaded.
His (alleged) ties to Cauldron are also a source of insecurity, leading to him detesting other vial capes who didn't reveal themselves willingly, hypocritically regarding them as hypocrites. A large part of this is his bored power trying to push him into more conflict.
[ ♦ ]
Parahumanism
Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Good with money. Acceptable at PR. A surprisingly great actor. Has some detective skill and basic hand to hand combat training. Ridiculously good soccer player despite despising the sport. Middling artistic skill.
♦ Classification: Breaker (Stranger/Mover)
♦ Mechanics: Turns into an intangible ball of light.
This ball can't affect the local surroundings (this includes walls/ceilings) and is capable of slow flight with a maximum speed of about 20 km/h. He can change his color and intensity, allowing him to blind enemies or blend in with ambient light. The default state is a soothing ultraviolet light. Lantern Jack is also affected by their own light. The brighter he is, the less well he can see and vice versa. The ball is treated like a singular eye, meaning he also only has limited depth perception, though half a decade of using his powers made him more or less accurate at gauging distances. He can still hear just fine.
Lantern Jack can't un-Breaker while being inside of an object or organism (ambient microorganisms and gas excepting). His Breaker ball is smaller than a person.
Breaker powers work by safely storing the host body "elsewhere" while the Breaker body does things.
♦ Equipment:
♦ Classification: Breaker (Stranger/Mover)
♦ Mechanics: Turns into an intangible ball of light.
This ball can't affect the local surroundings (this includes walls/ceilings) and is capable of slow flight with a maximum speed of about 20 km/h. He can change his color and intensity, allowing him to blind enemies or blend in with ambient light. The default state is a soothing ultraviolet light. Lantern Jack is also affected by their own light. The brighter he is, the less well he can see and vice versa. The ball is treated like a singular eye, meaning he also only has limited depth perception, though half a decade of using his powers made him more or less accurate at gauging distances. He can still hear just fine.
Lantern Jack can't un-Breaker while being inside of an object or organism (ambient microorganisms and gas excepting). His Breaker ball is smaller than a person.
Breaker powers work by safely storing the host body "elsewhere" while the Breaker body does things.
♦ Equipment:
ITEM: Lantern Jack always (even while out of costume) carries a cane around. This cane contains a retractable knife, a small Lasercutter, and a hidden compartment with a USB-stick. The cane is Tinkertech, the 'swiss army knife' features can only be used by Manfred or close relatives. Non-relatives can still use the cane in the same fashion as a normal cane.
ITEM: Lantern Jack usually also carries his wallet. It's currently almost empty, but he'll surely make sure to pretend otherwise. I'm sure.
ITEM: Lantern Jack usually also carries his wallet. It's currently almost empty, but he'll surely make sure to pretend otherwise. I'm sure.
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Arson
"Your ass is grass. And I eat grass."
[ ♦ ]
Bio
Bio
♦ Name: Anastasia Pride
♦ Age: 34
♦ Loyalty: Independent
♦ Appearance: Anastasia’s lightly tanned skin gives her an exotic look when paired with her smooth skin. She gives off a feel of a youthful aura, her eyes often looking off into space as she thinks, like a curious child. Ana’s head is covered in a thick mess of charcoal black hair she lets drape over her shoulders and back, Ana only recently started taking care of her hair.
As for the rest of Ana, she has a lean build, being on the taller side standing at 5’11. On first glance she looks rather normal, you’d not notice the muscle she’s packing until she flexes or exerted herself. She does have an energy about her like she’s always ready to go. As for clothes Ana likes it simple, flat colour shirts and jeans are her go to clothing when going out, though at home you’ll catch her in tracksuit pants and comfy tops.
Onto Anastasia’s costume. She again wanted it to be something simple, but still something that could stand out on its own. A black lambskin leather jumpsuit was chosen, it’s form fitting sleekness and shiny texture managing to stand out while being simple. As for her head, she wears a bright yellow motorcycle helmet with cat ears. And to finish things off an upside-down black S under the left ear. The S is only there cus Ana thinks it looks cool.
♦ History:
Ana’s time spent in Denver was actually a lot more enjoyable then she’d anticipated. Training wards wasn't what she’d seen herself doing, though the Denver wards were a nice group of kids. Unfortunately, the good times weren’t going to last that long. It turns out figuring out that the top heroes on the planet are “massive dickhead hypocritical mother fucker assholes” (Ana’s words) is a pretty easy way to make you ditch the PRT/Protectorate.
So that’s exactly what Ana did. With her sister at her side, the pair took their own new stance on crime fighting, a much more violent one at that. It wasn’t too long before Manifold and Charm’s brutal methods of pacifying criminals got themselves a bit of a reputation. It was this reputation that pushed Ana to change her cape name, she’d gotten tired of being Charm anyway, Arson sounded much cooler.
Not long after changing her alias Ana decided she wanted to get her hands on some guns. She figured the time for punching was over, guns were just as good at handicapping people as her fists were, they just had more range.
Things only got worse when Scion whipped it out and started obliterating everything.
So that’s exactly what Ana did. With her sister at her side, the pair took their own new stance on crime fighting, a much more violent one at that. It wasn’t too long before Manifold and Charm’s brutal methods of pacifying criminals got themselves a bit of a reputation. It was this reputation that pushed Ana to change her cape name, she’d gotten tired of being Charm anyway, Arson sounded much cooler.
Not long after changing her alias Ana decided she wanted to get her hands on some guns. She figured the time for punching was over, guns were just as good at handicapping people as her fists were, they just had more range.
Things only got worse when Scion whipped it out and started obliterating everything.
Golden morning was yet another turning point for Ana, so much loss and death pushed her a little over the edge. If it wasn’t for Ellie Ana would probably not have gotten citizenship.
Arson and Manifold earned their bad reputation back in no time after she resumed her cape work. The Final Guard was just as stiff and stupid as the PRT, some people just can’t appreciate how Ana and L operate. Though their bad rep didn’t just end with the Guard, villain’s were not keen on having their kneecaps blown off.
Outside of the Cape scene, Anastasia prides herself in the effort she puts into maintaining the small farm that she lives in with her sister. Ana frequently delivers free supplies to orphanages and homeless shelters.
Arson and Manifold earned their bad reputation back in no time after she resumed her cape work. The Final Guard was just as stiff and stupid as the PRT, some people just can’t appreciate how Ana and L operate. Though their bad rep didn’t just end with the Guard, villain’s were not keen on having their kneecaps blown off.
Outside of the Cape scene, Anastasia prides herself in the effort she puts into maintaining the small farm that she lives in with her sister. Ana frequently delivers free supplies to orphanages and homeless shelters.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Anastasia just wants to help clean up the streets, be it filthy criminals or actual rubbish. Some people have to live on the streets you know.
♦ Derangement: Ana’s derangement makes her get overly attached to things, mostly material things, like her motorcycle for example (Though the motorcycle is no longer with us.). While this attachment doesn’t happen often when it does happen it happens hard. Unless you’re someone she trusts greatly she’ll not take kindly to you being near the things she attaches herself to, very quickly getting angry if you damage or dirty said cherished object, to the point where she will get violent.
♦ Derangement: Ana’s derangement makes her get overly attached to things, mostly material things, like her motorcycle for example (Though the motorcycle is no longer with us.). While this attachment doesn’t happen often when it does happen it happens hard. Unless you’re someone she trusts greatly she’ll not take kindly to you being near the things she attaches herself to, very quickly getting angry if you damage or dirty said cherished object, to the point where she will get violent.
[ ♦ ]
Parahumanism
Parahumanism
♦ Skills:
Ana has a few things she’s skilled at, firstly is her insane skills on a motorcycle, tearing it up on the streets is one of her favourite things to do after all. Ana’s fearless nature leads to some pretty ridiculous motorcycle acrobatics, think stuff like sliding under trucks.
Ana has a Black belt in Judo. Her reason for picking Judo is so she can restrain people using her enhanced strength, and the myriad of throws, grapples and pins of Judo are perfectly suited to that.
Ana also got herself a Black belt in Aikido because it also focuses on restraining an opponent while also protecting them from harm. Using defensive moves along with holds and joint locks.
Ana got herself a black belt in Taekwondo just in case she needed to apply a little more brute force to her attacks, though this may not happen often she prefers to be prepared for such an event.
If Ana is feeling a little more punchy than normal she utilizes her Muay Thai skills to beat your ass. While she’s not competed to ear a rank for herself, this is more due to her powers giving her an unfair advantage. That said she is extremely good at kicking your ass with all the eight limbs.
She has impressive sleight of hand skills having picked them up when she was out on the streets. It was one of the things that helped her survive. Though she can’t pickpocket as well as she used to due to her enhanced strength and completely numb body. Though things like swapping cups and card tricks are child's play for her, quite literally in some cases.
Ana also learned sign language so she could help translate for her sister when she goes silent. Though Ana doesn't always translate exactly what L is saying, just because it's fun to piss off her sister.
After GM Ana learnt how to proficiently use firearms. While she’s no sniper elite she can still reliably aim and take out key points, like joints. She combines this sharpshooting with martial arts on occasion, mostly on opponents that are able to survive bullets.
♦ Classification: Striker|Brute
♦ Mechanics: Ana has the ability to anchor herself to an object and turn it into a voodoo doll of sorts, and this doll grants her strengthening abilities based on how close she is to the object 0m minimum range - 100m maximum range. She can assign an anchor through touch and may only have one anchor at a time.
First of all her body mimics the condition of the item she’s linked herself with so if the item is undamaged her body will regenerate until it is also undamaged, the rate at which she regenerates speeds up the closer she is to the object, letting her recover from a broken arm (talking like powdered bone level broke) in about 30 seconds when she’s in direct contact with her anchor.
Along with the healing Ana also gains more strength when she’s around her anchor, being able to lift 10 tonnes when in direct contact with her anchor. This strength also allows Ana to run at speeds up to 55 mph.
Finally, Ana gains immense durability the closer she is to her anchor, this helps her tank hits from things like explosions or car crashes while suffering minimal damage. Blunt force is basically useless against Ana.
Limitations:
All of Ana’s power drastically weakens when she’s away from her anchor slowly decreasing to only slightly above the average human when past the maximum distance, additionally if you damage her anchor you damage her as well with a wound that cannot be healed until she un-assigns or reassigns a new anchor. While she is very resistant to blunt attacks piercing weapons like bullets still bypass her defences, slashing attacks work too just not as well as piercing ones.
♦ Equipment:
Ana has a few things she’s skilled at, firstly is her insane skills on a motorcycle, tearing it up on the streets is one of her favourite things to do after all. Ana’s fearless nature leads to some pretty ridiculous motorcycle acrobatics, think stuff like sliding under trucks.
Ana has a Black belt in Judo. Her reason for picking Judo is so she can restrain people using her enhanced strength, and the myriad of throws, grapples and pins of Judo are perfectly suited to that.
Ana also got herself a Black belt in Aikido because it also focuses on restraining an opponent while also protecting them from harm. Using defensive moves along with holds and joint locks.
Ana got herself a black belt in Taekwondo just in case she needed to apply a little more brute force to her attacks, though this may not happen often she prefers to be prepared for such an event.
If Ana is feeling a little more punchy than normal she utilizes her Muay Thai skills to beat your ass. While she’s not competed to ear a rank for herself, this is more due to her powers giving her an unfair advantage. That said she is extremely good at kicking your ass with all the eight limbs.
She has impressive sleight of hand skills having picked them up when she was out on the streets. It was one of the things that helped her survive. Though she can’t pickpocket as well as she used to due to her enhanced strength and completely numb body. Though things like swapping cups and card tricks are child's play for her, quite literally in some cases.
Ana also learned sign language so she could help translate for her sister when she goes silent. Though Ana doesn't always translate exactly what L is saying, just because it's fun to piss off her sister.
After GM Ana learnt how to proficiently use firearms. While she’s no sniper elite she can still reliably aim and take out key points, like joints. She combines this sharpshooting with martial arts on occasion, mostly on opponents that are able to survive bullets.
♦ Classification: Striker|Brute
♦ Mechanics: Ana has the ability to anchor herself to an object and turn it into a voodoo doll of sorts, and this doll grants her strengthening abilities based on how close she is to the object 0m minimum range - 100m maximum range. She can assign an anchor through touch and may only have one anchor at a time.
First of all her body mimics the condition of the item she’s linked herself with so if the item is undamaged her body will regenerate until it is also undamaged, the rate at which she regenerates speeds up the closer she is to the object, letting her recover from a broken arm (talking like powdered bone level broke) in about 30 seconds when she’s in direct contact with her anchor.
Along with the healing Ana also gains more strength when she’s around her anchor, being able to lift 10 tonnes when in direct contact with her anchor. This strength also allows Ana to run at speeds up to 55 mph.
Finally, Ana gains immense durability the closer she is to her anchor, this helps her tank hits from things like explosions or car crashes while suffering minimal damage. Blunt force is basically useless against Ana.
Limitations:
All of Ana’s power drastically weakens when she’s away from her anchor slowly decreasing to only slightly above the average human when past the maximum distance, additionally if you damage her anchor you damage her as well with a wound that cannot be healed until she un-assigns or reassigns a new anchor. While she is very resistant to blunt attacks piercing weapons like bullets still bypass her defences, slashing attacks work too just not as well as piercing ones.
♦ Equipment:
ITEM: Ana's helmet has a communications device built into it so she can call and talk to people while she’s on the job.
ITEM: Guns! There’s a few so I’ve decided to group them together.
Now for the baby guns.
ITEM: Courtesy of her sister L, Ana has augmented her wrists so they can coat her forearms and fists in fire. It’s mostly just used for intimidation, or just to be the most badass bitch in town.
ITEM: Guns! There’s a few so I’ve decided to group them together.
- Lever action shotgun.
- Deagle.
- 50 cal Barrett sniper rifle.
- M134 minigun.
Now for the baby guns.
- P90 submachine gun.
- M9 pistol.
- M16 carbine.
ITEM: Courtesy of her sister L, Ana has augmented her wrists so they can coat her forearms and fists in fire. It’s mostly just used for intimidation, or just to be the most badass bitch in town.
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"Glitches are fun, let's see if I get any more."
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Charlotte Dunning
♦ Age: 19
♦ Loyalty: Independent Hero
♦ Appearance: Charlotte is a slightly stockier girl, armed to the teeth with freckles all over her face and standing around 5'6. She's not much to look at, outside of her outwardly ragamuffin appearance and plentifully curly caramel hair, though one could describe it as cute for the majority of the time. Normally, she wears a pair of your standard nerd glasses that bring out her grayish blue eyes.
In her breaker form (which works as its own outfit), she's decorated in a colorful form made entirely of soft blue and pink light, carrying with it it's own glow that doesn't illuminate any surface. Her breaker form also has various spots of radio static on the form, as well as a few green glitches forming along it.
Snooper :<
♦ History:
Charlotte Dunning was a bit of a quiet kid when things started in her early schooling days. She didn't particularly stand out against the crowds of her classmates, but she wasn't ever unable to make friends. They were just few and far in between, though one person always stayed her friend throughout all of her schooling years. He was named Chad Bradley, and he quickly became the closest friend that Charlotte had ever had.
The two did everything together, whether it was watching a scary movie, planning a surprise party, or even if it was just hanging out. They were an inseparable bond that some had tried to break when it came down to the occasional clingy boyfriend, but it was inevitable that their efforts were unsuccessful to the highest degree. The two were a testament to unending friendship, and such persisted when Golden Morning happened. Heck, you could argue they got closer as they started living together, since the only people left in the family were Charlotte's sister and herself, and Chad had nobody in his own anymore.
-------(Copy Pasting Trigger Event)-------
One day, your friend brought up how cool it would be to be like those heroes from years ago, with superpowers and everything. You stated a distaste for the idea, quoting that the rumored hell that they would have had to go through to get the powers wasn't worth it.
Things changed when your friend told you that he was gonna try and get powers then by running up to the villains publically attacking and trying to stop them. The shriek of anger and concern for your friend is still burned in your memory as you helplessly watched him be killed by a blast of light from one of the villains. You could feel your heart sink to your feet knowing that he wasn't getting back up, and the guy you knew as an effective brother was dead on the ground in front of you. What made matters worse, your shouting gave away your position, and you saw the boots of his killer stop right in front of you.
Unsure whether you want to be angry at him for trying, sad that he's gone, or scared that you're about to see him again, you find yourself receiving the very thing you didn't want...
-------(History Resumes From Here)-------
The villain could hardly figure out anything before his ass smashed into the concrete beneath him, a hero made of pink and blue colors appearing in front of his face. Of course, he attempted to retaliate, but as he brought his arms up to shoot at the new parahuman, his face started to burn up as he was smacked with a beam of light, leaving a scalding burn all over his cheek. His goons could hardly make a move as they all began to succumb to the same fate, being knocked out from an overabundance of pain. As the authorities started to show up, Charlotte had fled the scene, unsure how they would react to a new parahuman in the scene of a K.O'd gang.
When she got home, she finally figured out how to exit her hardlight form, and once she did she felt a wave of immense satisfaction. She was still crushed and broken from the events that transpired earlier, but she felt that, if Chad was around, he'd be patting her on the back and saying she did good that day. Frankly, that's what had mattered in the end.
Despite Charlotte not wanting to have the powers originally, she took up the name Aesthetic, using that for her cape persona. Sure, she doesn't necessarily like to fight, but if she can help make the world a better place for others so some people don't end up like Chad, then she'll gladly duke things out.
The two did everything together, whether it was watching a scary movie, planning a surprise party, or even if it was just hanging out. They were an inseparable bond that some had tried to break when it came down to the occasional clingy boyfriend, but it was inevitable that their efforts were unsuccessful to the highest degree. The two were a testament to unending friendship, and such persisted when Golden Morning happened. Heck, you could argue they got closer as they started living together, since the only people left in the family were Charlotte's sister and herself, and Chad had nobody in his own anymore.
-------(Copy Pasting Trigger Event)-------
One day, your friend brought up how cool it would be to be like those heroes from years ago, with superpowers and everything. You stated a distaste for the idea, quoting that the rumored hell that they would have had to go through to get the powers wasn't worth it.
Things changed when your friend told you that he was gonna try and get powers then by running up to the villains publically attacking and trying to stop them. The shriek of anger and concern for your friend is still burned in your memory as you helplessly watched him be killed by a blast of light from one of the villains. You could feel your heart sink to your feet knowing that he wasn't getting back up, and the guy you knew as an effective brother was dead on the ground in front of you. What made matters worse, your shouting gave away your position, and you saw the boots of his killer stop right in front of you.
Unsure whether you want to be angry at him for trying, sad that he's gone, or scared that you're about to see him again, you find yourself receiving the very thing you didn't want...
-------(History Resumes From Here)-------
The villain could hardly figure out anything before his ass smashed into the concrete beneath him, a hero made of pink and blue colors appearing in front of his face. Of course, he attempted to retaliate, but as he brought his arms up to shoot at the new parahuman, his face started to burn up as he was smacked with a beam of light, leaving a scalding burn all over his cheek. His goons could hardly make a move as they all began to succumb to the same fate, being knocked out from an overabundance of pain. As the authorities started to show up, Charlotte had fled the scene, unsure how they would react to a new parahuman in the scene of a K.O'd gang.
When she got home, she finally figured out how to exit her hardlight form, and once she did she felt a wave of immense satisfaction. She was still crushed and broken from the events that transpired earlier, but she felt that, if Chad was around, he'd be patting her on the back and saying she did good that day. Frankly, that's what had mattered in the end.
Despite Charlotte not wanting to have the powers originally, she took up the name Aesthetic, using that for her cape persona. Sure, she doesn't necessarily like to fight, but if she can help make the world a better place for others so some people don't end up like Chad, then she'll gladly duke things out.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Be the best hero you can be, for you and him.
♦ Derangement: Charlotte's not a stranger to bouts of depression and anxiety, but they occur much more frequently in her after she's done something that she'd say Chad wouldn't approve of morally, as that reflects onto her mental state.
♦ Derangement: Charlotte's not a stranger to bouts of depression and anxiety, but they occur much more frequently in her after she's done something that she'd say Chad wouldn't approve of morally, as that reflects onto her mental state.
[ ♦ ]
Parahumanism
Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Charlotte's a pretty good musician, solid with video games, has fairly good skills with Photoshop, and is a fairly decent writer. On top of that, she was a blue belt in karate, but that's about it with her skills that could be useful.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Cape can enter a hard-light breaker state at any time, upon which their entire body becomes illuminated (though, does not give off any ambient light).
In this state, the cape takes on Striker qualities, with the cape's punches dealing incredible amounts of damage (as you're pretty much being punched by a laser) while leaving what is effectively smoldering burns in it's wake. Cape also possesses Blaster qualities in this state, with the cape's appendages being able to stretch to upwards of 15 meters, wherewhich they can deal the same general type of damage. The cape has Trump qualities, making the previous two applications of powers the most basic forms of the variety of powers the cape possesses. All powers revolve around making contact with a hardlight appendage, though the method can change, ranging from a very small, but very long range dartlike strike, to a charge attack that knocks the cape out of their breaker state. (Typed list of applications can be provided, though it would not be complete for a while as more ideas would come up over time.)
Upon leaving the breaker state, the civilian appearance of the cape is not directly changed, though their concept of their own self worth is either heightened or decreased in response to them and their Shard's belief on whether their actions were morally good or not, affecting the conscience of the Cape as a result. The cape's breaker state changes in appearance to reflect this change, with more glitches appearing on their body the worse they're feeling.
♦ Equipment: As for goodies, Charlotte has none that are of much note when she's Aesthetic. She carries fairly mundane items as herself, though.
♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Cape can enter a hard-light breaker state at any time, upon which their entire body becomes illuminated (though, does not give off any ambient light).
In this state, the cape takes on Striker qualities, with the cape's punches dealing incredible amounts of damage (as you're pretty much being punched by a laser) while leaving what is effectively smoldering burns in it's wake. Cape also possesses Blaster qualities in this state, with the cape's appendages being able to stretch to upwards of 15 meters, wherewhich they can deal the same general type of damage. The cape has Trump qualities, making the previous two applications of powers the most basic forms of the variety of powers the cape possesses. All powers revolve around making contact with a hardlight appendage, though the method can change, ranging from a very small, but very long range dartlike strike, to a charge attack that knocks the cape out of their breaker state. (Typed list of applications can be provided, though it would not be complete for a while as more ideas would come up over time.)
Upon leaving the breaker state, the civilian appearance of the cape is not directly changed, though their concept of their own self worth is either heightened or decreased in response to them and their Shard's belief on whether their actions were morally good or not, affecting the conscience of the Cape as a result. The cape's breaker state changes in appearance to reflect this change, with more glitches appearing on their body the worse they're feeling.
♦ Equipment: As for goodies, Charlotte has none that are of much note when she's Aesthetic. She carries fairly mundane items as herself, though.
ITEM: n/a
ITEM: n/a
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edit - Changed the breaker exit deets.
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Sabotage
"How long did it take you to build this? Hours? Days? Weeks? How would you like to see your life’s work dismantled in a matter of seconds?"
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Cynthia “Sin” Rose
♦ Age: 29
♦ Loyalty: Founder of The Lost
♦ Appearance: Cynthia Rose stands at a respectable 5’10” with a lean athletic build. She has fair white skin with a slight complexion of freckles and is described as being very sexy by most conventional standards. Her green eyes tint toward the darker end of the spectrum while her blonde hair rests at just past the shoulders, though she’s often seen wearing various wigs and contact lenses.
Cynthia’s costume as Sabotage has undergone many changes throughout the years that are mostly utilitarian, but the aesthetic side has been mostly static. Her current costume is a thin padded fabric that accentuates her curves but gives her maximum flexibility, with a few built in hidden compartments. In color it’s mostly off-white with various gray highlights, and a tight hood with red goggles that pulls up over her head. Her nose, lips, and chin are exposed but can quickly be covered up by a retractable breathing apparatus built into the suit.
♦ History:
Cynthia was born Michelle Johnson in a small town in Colorado in very poor circumstances. Her parents were meth cookers and Cynthia was the fifth child they had popped out in order to qualify for ever increasing government assistance, which they turned around and spent on drugs. It wasn’t until the little Michelle had grown to age five that her parents were found out, arrested, and she was placed in the foster care system.
The young girl might’ve thought that being in foster care would have been a better life for her, but she was tossed into an uncaring and unfair system that favored babies and toddlers, while older kids (and especially those with behavior problems, such as a girl coming from a meth house) were left to be traded around between various homes that ultimately didn’t want to put in the work to really get to know them. For more than a decade the little Michelle was moved from home to home, each with completely different values and expectations and problems of their own. Sometimes it wasn’t so bad. Occasionally the family would try, but found her disposition to be too much of a hassle, so off to another house she’d go. Sometimes it was horrible. The worst she can recall was a couple that took in eight foster children, including her, and gave them all the same small bedroom to share. Dinner every night was the same: 2 cans of cold soup they would have to split. The home was very minimalist so the couple could spend all their money, including the government foster stipend, on lotto tickets. Of course they never won. Nobody ever won in that house.
Young Michelle survived by trying to mentor any kids she came across younger than her. They were all in it together, after all. Helping out the less able boys and girls was the only way to keep herself focused, keep herself sane. In houses that wouldn’t provide for them, she did her best to provide the only way she could: by stealing. At night she’d sneak out and pick pockets or shoplift from convenience stores and bring back her bounty to her foster siblings. Sometimes she’d get caught. Sometimes the person that caught her was more caring than the system that trapped her and let her take it. Most of the time they didn’t.
In a “good Catholic house” she earned a nickname, “Sin.” They’d tell her that because your actions are forever stained on your immortal soul you were your actions, so she was nothing more than a sin. She had learned not to take to heart anything bastard fosters had to say, but she admitted that she actually liked the name. Once Michelle aged out of the system she legally changed her name to distance herself from her birth parents, becoming Cynthia Rose as a point of pride. Cynthia because it contained “sin” in it, and Rose to symbolize the hope of new beginnings.
Now living in Denver, the 18 year old Cynthia got a job as a barista in a cafe, making coffee and tea for customers and couldn’t have been happier to be fully independent. When you’re in customer service, you’d be surprised what people say assuming that you aren’t listening or don’t care. One day, a few months into her job, she overheard some people from the local gang that basically ran Denver: The Community. She was wary of them, of course, but how they talked about the group as one big caring family appealed to her in some way. She became distraught. Should she report this criminal activity? Or should she approach them? Ultimately Cynthia decided on a middle ground between the two: she followed them silently, unseen, to get to know more. She tailed them to a remote location and slipped inside, where a number of the Community had gathered around for some sort of event. There was the man who never showed himself in public, the leader of the Community: Patriarch. Flanking him were all three of his lieutenants, Xolotl, Eyeblight, and Limbo, but a fifth person stood with them, a small mousey looking girl with an extremely unpleasant looking face, as though she were in a constant shitty mood.
Cynthia’s perceptions of the world changed that night as she witnessed Patriarch giving a presentation of some sort of liquid bottle which was ingested by the young girl. It gave her powers! Not super flashy ones, nothing immediately noticeable, but a potent thinker ability to guide her actions toward creating negative emotions in others. Cynthia had to flee that night to avoid being spotted, but the young girl came up in the news shortly after. The media called her Troll, and she was instantly the nastiest of the Community’s enforcers, with the city believing a number of suicides could be traced back to her (though this wasn’t proven for a few years). She immediately hit the books and the web to find any record of this phenomena, these powers in a bottle, but came up with nothing. Nada. Zilch. It seemed that she had a conspiracy on her hands.
Over the next few months Cynthia spied on the Community as much as she could in an effort to track down the source of these powers. She came into contact with their goons more times than she could count, so she decided to don a mask and costume herself to keep from being recognized. If she could blow the lid off of this case, then she knew that she’d have done something that truly mattered! She wouldn’t be some worthless daughter of a drug dealer, some lost child in the world, she would have accomplished something nobody else could! Unfortunately it never did work out that way.
Cynthia got closer, eventually even catching a meeting with Patriarch with some strange woman in a fedora. The meeting was short and involved the woman handing over a case to Patriarch and telling him that this would be their final business transaction, so he should be careful as to who he used the new powers on. Patriarch seemed annoyed but he didn’t dare to cross the woman, just saying he’d really have to think about it and told one of his goons to put the box in a storage site. The two parted ways and Cynthia went on the pursuit of this woman knowing it would be her last and final chance to make headway in this investigation. The fedora lady ascended a ladder to exit the meeting place, so Cynthia followed quickly. However as soon as she reached for the top rung the woman reappeared and pushed the ladder down. Cynthia fell back, arm reaching out to grab her quarry, but she never had a chance. This conspiracy, these shadows she had been chasing, it had completely turned on her in an instant. The lady vanished, completely out of reach. The answers were now completely out of reach. She wasn’t good enough. As Cynthia fell down to the ground, she triggered in her despair.
Head pounding, seeing spots, Cynthia came to in the same spot she had landed, only this time there was a gun in her face. One of the Community goons was barking some kind of order she couldn’t hear due to still being groggy from the impact. All she could make out was the gun and exactly how it was designed. Instinctively, in a flash, her hands reached up and blurred around the weapon while still in her assailant’s hands. Startled the man pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. He blinked and realized he only held the pistol grip: the rest of the weapon lay on the floor. In his confusion Cynthia got up and ran, the man giving chase after a moment of recollecting his senses, though the chase was short lived. Through superior physical training Cynthia got away.
Over the next several months Cynthia practiced with this new power of hers and thought of what she could do with it. Locks meant nothing to her whether they were mechanical or electronic. Security systems were easily disabled. In fact anything was easily disabled, and what’s more she retained all the details of anything she took apart! Giving her costume a bit more design work Cynthia took to the streets as a not-so-common cat burglar. She hit up banks and the homes of the wealthy to take what she felt was better spent on the less fortunate (keeping a sizable amount for herself, naturally). Even tinker designed security systems were easily dismantled! She became a thief for hire for any who would pay her (usually the Community, which she loathed but put up with because she always hoped one day to get another lead on that conspiracy). Her escapades earned her the public name of Sabotage, which she took to quite well. After all, even when captured by the heroes the prison transport designed by the local tinker Decoy couldn’t hold her!
Thanks to how Decoy’s tinker powers worked (everything connected to a single large scale communications system) in conjunction with her own powers, Sabotage was able to monitor communications from the Denver PRT and Protectorate and learned a great deal about the city she never would have known before. This information she kept to herself, never letting the other villains of Denver know what she had access to. She was a humble thief, but others? Best they never find out.
Then came what she expected to be a big break in her search for the people that gave out powers. In a villain meeting hosted by a fellow calling himself the Broker, he handed out some of the very same vials! Cynthia didn’t show her reaction at the time but it unnerved her tremendously. She finally had another chance! Obtaining one of the vials, she gave it to a close confidante in the foster system, a girl 2 years younger than her, who took the cape name Circuit. At the same time she left a message for one of the Wards about this Broker bastard, but found she could never use his name without suffering an extreme headache. He did something to her. Probably everyone at that meeting.
Behemoth arrived shortly afterward during a time when the Community was waging war on the city. Sabotage and Circuit helped out as much as they could and Patriarch died in the event. The next few months changed the shape of Denver entirely as the Broker’s plans nearly came to fruition, but he was defeated. In the aftermath Cynthia hung up her suit and cowl in order to focus on college. She had decided that she really wanted to help those like her in a more meaningful way: by working to change the foster system from the inside. The next several years were nothing but school and work. Even the Echidna Incident, which revealed the conspiracy she fought so hard to unravel, wasn’t enough to pull her back into the world of parahumans.
Then Gold Morning happened. There isn’t much to say during this period that isn’t said by everyone else. Scion attacked and slaughtered billions across multiple worlds. They fought back. Then Khepri took control of everyone and they won. In the aftermath Cynthia worked to save as many lives as possible, escorting refugees to Earth Samekh. She established a loose association of others in the process, including one Judah Raines, formerly known as Mantis. Once the smoke had cleared Cynthia set up shop in Serstol. She worked long and hard toward citizenship status, aided by her degree and experience in social services (something which was no doubt in very high demand with the influx of refugees). Cynthia established her own orphanage in Serstol which catered specifically to the care of children who had lost their parents in Gold Morning, but found that support for these poor kids to be lacking in the city’s blatantly unfair systems that favored citizens and seemed to despise outsiders. Once again she found herself stuck in a broken and uncaring system. No more.
Once again Synthia donned her costume as Sabotage. She became a thief now for the express purpose of helping her children not only survive, but thrive in this world. Money, tinker tech, anything that could help would help. She got together with her old associates and told them what she would be doing. That day she founded The Lost, a loose association of individuals that wouldn’t necessarily always go out together on missions, but would look out for one another. Would look out for the children. Circuit joined her, while Judah (now SWAT) agreed to be a silent ally. Whatever trials and tribulations Samekh would throw their way, Synthia knew only one thing: the children need not fear.
The young girl might’ve thought that being in foster care would have been a better life for her, but she was tossed into an uncaring and unfair system that favored babies and toddlers, while older kids (and especially those with behavior problems, such as a girl coming from a meth house) were left to be traded around between various homes that ultimately didn’t want to put in the work to really get to know them. For more than a decade the little Michelle was moved from home to home, each with completely different values and expectations and problems of their own. Sometimes it wasn’t so bad. Occasionally the family would try, but found her disposition to be too much of a hassle, so off to another house she’d go. Sometimes it was horrible. The worst she can recall was a couple that took in eight foster children, including her, and gave them all the same small bedroom to share. Dinner every night was the same: 2 cans of cold soup they would have to split. The home was very minimalist so the couple could spend all their money, including the government foster stipend, on lotto tickets. Of course they never won. Nobody ever won in that house.
Young Michelle survived by trying to mentor any kids she came across younger than her. They were all in it together, after all. Helping out the less able boys and girls was the only way to keep herself focused, keep herself sane. In houses that wouldn’t provide for them, she did her best to provide the only way she could: by stealing. At night she’d sneak out and pick pockets or shoplift from convenience stores and bring back her bounty to her foster siblings. Sometimes she’d get caught. Sometimes the person that caught her was more caring than the system that trapped her and let her take it. Most of the time they didn’t.
In a “good Catholic house” she earned a nickname, “Sin.” They’d tell her that because your actions are forever stained on your immortal soul you were your actions, so she was nothing more than a sin. She had learned not to take to heart anything bastard fosters had to say, but she admitted that she actually liked the name. Once Michelle aged out of the system she legally changed her name to distance herself from her birth parents, becoming Cynthia Rose as a point of pride. Cynthia because it contained “sin” in it, and Rose to symbolize the hope of new beginnings.
Now living in Denver, the 18 year old Cynthia got a job as a barista in a cafe, making coffee and tea for customers and couldn’t have been happier to be fully independent. When you’re in customer service, you’d be surprised what people say assuming that you aren’t listening or don’t care. One day, a few months into her job, she overheard some people from the local gang that basically ran Denver: The Community. She was wary of them, of course, but how they talked about the group as one big caring family appealed to her in some way. She became distraught. Should she report this criminal activity? Or should she approach them? Ultimately Cynthia decided on a middle ground between the two: she followed them silently, unseen, to get to know more. She tailed them to a remote location and slipped inside, where a number of the Community had gathered around for some sort of event. There was the man who never showed himself in public, the leader of the Community: Patriarch. Flanking him were all three of his lieutenants, Xolotl, Eyeblight, and Limbo, but a fifth person stood with them, a small mousey looking girl with an extremely unpleasant looking face, as though she were in a constant shitty mood.
Cynthia’s perceptions of the world changed that night as she witnessed Patriarch giving a presentation of some sort of liquid bottle which was ingested by the young girl. It gave her powers! Not super flashy ones, nothing immediately noticeable, but a potent thinker ability to guide her actions toward creating negative emotions in others. Cynthia had to flee that night to avoid being spotted, but the young girl came up in the news shortly after. The media called her Troll, and she was instantly the nastiest of the Community’s enforcers, with the city believing a number of suicides could be traced back to her (though this wasn’t proven for a few years). She immediately hit the books and the web to find any record of this phenomena, these powers in a bottle, but came up with nothing. Nada. Zilch. It seemed that she had a conspiracy on her hands.
Over the next few months Cynthia spied on the Community as much as she could in an effort to track down the source of these powers. She came into contact with their goons more times than she could count, so she decided to don a mask and costume herself to keep from being recognized. If she could blow the lid off of this case, then she knew that she’d have done something that truly mattered! She wouldn’t be some worthless daughter of a drug dealer, some lost child in the world, she would have accomplished something nobody else could! Unfortunately it never did work out that way.
Cynthia got closer, eventually even catching a meeting with Patriarch with some strange woman in a fedora. The meeting was short and involved the woman handing over a case to Patriarch and telling him that this would be their final business transaction, so he should be careful as to who he used the new powers on. Patriarch seemed annoyed but he didn’t dare to cross the woman, just saying he’d really have to think about it and told one of his goons to put the box in a storage site. The two parted ways and Cynthia went on the pursuit of this woman knowing it would be her last and final chance to make headway in this investigation. The fedora lady ascended a ladder to exit the meeting place, so Cynthia followed quickly. However as soon as she reached for the top rung the woman reappeared and pushed the ladder down. Cynthia fell back, arm reaching out to grab her quarry, but she never had a chance. This conspiracy, these shadows she had been chasing, it had completely turned on her in an instant. The lady vanished, completely out of reach. The answers were now completely out of reach. She wasn’t good enough. As Cynthia fell down to the ground, she triggered in her despair.
Head pounding, seeing spots, Cynthia came to in the same spot she had landed, only this time there was a gun in her face. One of the Community goons was barking some kind of order she couldn’t hear due to still being groggy from the impact. All she could make out was the gun and exactly how it was designed. Instinctively, in a flash, her hands reached up and blurred around the weapon while still in her assailant’s hands. Startled the man pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. He blinked and realized he only held the pistol grip: the rest of the weapon lay on the floor. In his confusion Cynthia got up and ran, the man giving chase after a moment of recollecting his senses, though the chase was short lived. Through superior physical training Cynthia got away.
Over the next several months Cynthia practiced with this new power of hers and thought of what she could do with it. Locks meant nothing to her whether they were mechanical or electronic. Security systems were easily disabled. In fact anything was easily disabled, and what’s more she retained all the details of anything she took apart! Giving her costume a bit more design work Cynthia took to the streets as a not-so-common cat burglar. She hit up banks and the homes of the wealthy to take what she felt was better spent on the less fortunate (keeping a sizable amount for herself, naturally). Even tinker designed security systems were easily dismantled! She became a thief for hire for any who would pay her (usually the Community, which she loathed but put up with because she always hoped one day to get another lead on that conspiracy). Her escapades earned her the public name of Sabotage, which she took to quite well. After all, even when captured by the heroes the prison transport designed by the local tinker Decoy couldn’t hold her!
Thanks to how Decoy’s tinker powers worked (everything connected to a single large scale communications system) in conjunction with her own powers, Sabotage was able to monitor communications from the Denver PRT and Protectorate and learned a great deal about the city she never would have known before. This information she kept to herself, never letting the other villains of Denver know what she had access to. She was a humble thief, but others? Best they never find out.
Then came what she expected to be a big break in her search for the people that gave out powers. In a villain meeting hosted by a fellow calling himself the Broker, he handed out some of the very same vials! Cynthia didn’t show her reaction at the time but it unnerved her tremendously. She finally had another chance! Obtaining one of the vials, she gave it to a close confidante in the foster system, a girl 2 years younger than her, who took the cape name Circuit. At the same time she left a message for one of the Wards about this Broker bastard, but found she could never use his name without suffering an extreme headache. He did something to her. Probably everyone at that meeting.
Behemoth arrived shortly afterward during a time when the Community was waging war on the city. Sabotage and Circuit helped out as much as they could and Patriarch died in the event. The next few months changed the shape of Denver entirely as the Broker’s plans nearly came to fruition, but he was defeated. In the aftermath Cynthia hung up her suit and cowl in order to focus on college. She had decided that she really wanted to help those like her in a more meaningful way: by working to change the foster system from the inside. The next several years were nothing but school and work. Even the Echidna Incident, which revealed the conspiracy she fought so hard to unravel, wasn’t enough to pull her back into the world of parahumans.
Then Gold Morning happened. There isn’t much to say during this period that isn’t said by everyone else. Scion attacked and slaughtered billions across multiple worlds. They fought back. Then Khepri took control of everyone and they won. In the aftermath Cynthia worked to save as many lives as possible, escorting refugees to Earth Samekh. She established a loose association of others in the process, including one Judah Raines, formerly known as Mantis. Once the smoke had cleared Cynthia set up shop in Serstol. She worked long and hard toward citizenship status, aided by her degree and experience in social services (something which was no doubt in very high demand with the influx of refugees). Cynthia established her own orphanage in Serstol which catered specifically to the care of children who had lost their parents in Gold Morning, but found that support for these poor kids to be lacking in the city’s blatantly unfair systems that favored citizens and seemed to despise outsiders. Once again she found herself stuck in a broken and uncaring system. No more.
Once again Synthia donned her costume as Sabotage. She became a thief now for the express purpose of helping her children not only survive, but thrive in this world. Money, tinker tech, anything that could help would help. She got together with her old associates and told them what she would be doing. That day she founded The Lost, a loose association of individuals that wouldn’t necessarily always go out together on missions, but would look out for one another. Would look out for the children. Circuit joined her, while Judah (now SWAT) agreed to be a silent ally. Whatever trials and tribulations Samekh would throw their way, Synthia knew only one thing: the children need not fear.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Cynthia believes in building up the children of the world more than anything else. While she can be a little selfish and steal for personal gain, mostly she wants to help children and teenagers in disparate situations.
♦ Derangement: While Cynthia has always had sticky fingers due to the way that she was raised, her powers have only made it worse. She has crossed the threshold into full blown kleptomania. Additionally, she has become intensely curious about how things work.
♦ Derangement: While Cynthia has always had sticky fingers due to the way that she was raised, her powers have only made it worse. She has crossed the threshold into full blown kleptomania. Additionally, she has become intensely curious about how things work.
[ ♦ ]
Parahumanism
Parahumanism
♦ Skills:
♦ Classification: Thinker|Trump
♦ Mechanics: In many respects Sabotage is what some have observed and called the “anti-tinker” ability. Any piece of technology, machinery, system or what have you, regardless as to how simple or complex, can be taken apart by her. Her shard analyzes and feeds her with the exact method needed to completely disassemble the item in question with her bare hands. Her arms are capable of moving at superhuman speeds in order to achieve this effect at an incredibly rapid rate (though only her arms, and as such truly large pieces of technology that require reorienting herself to reach new pieces will take more time if only to account for traveling from one end to the other). This analyzation is Manton limited, meaning that she cannot dissect a living creature like a human being based purely on the guidance of her shard (however she can still analyze and take apart bionic technology made by bio-tinkers, such as robotic arms, etc.).
However there is a second part to Cynthia’s power that few are allowed to know about, as she does not advertise the ability nor make great use of it. Anything taken apart becomes “mapped” to her brain permanently, allowing her to (assuming she has the materials to do so) reconstruct it or build duplicates. For all intents and purposes she has become a tinker able to build and maintain that piece of technology, but only as it was designed. She is not able to tweak the parts to optimize output or combine tech she has memorize to create something new, only replicate exactly what she has previously taken apart.
♦ Equipment: When in costume Sabotage follows the old saying that less is more in order to facilitate mobility and make escape more practical. After all, she’s a thief, not a fighter.
- Expert acrobatic and gymnist
- Excellent social skills
- Skilled pickpocket
- Master’s degree in social services
- Hardcore parkour!
- Decent hand to hand skills, enough to hold her own against thugs but not on the level of any dedicated fighter
- Decent shot, comparable to her fighting ability
♦ Classification: Thinker|Trump
♦ Mechanics: In many respects Sabotage is what some have observed and called the “anti-tinker” ability. Any piece of technology, machinery, system or what have you, regardless as to how simple or complex, can be taken apart by her. Her shard analyzes and feeds her with the exact method needed to completely disassemble the item in question with her bare hands. Her arms are capable of moving at superhuman speeds in order to achieve this effect at an incredibly rapid rate (though only her arms, and as such truly large pieces of technology that require reorienting herself to reach new pieces will take more time if only to account for traveling from one end to the other). This analyzation is Manton limited, meaning that she cannot dissect a living creature like a human being based purely on the guidance of her shard (however she can still analyze and take apart bionic technology made by bio-tinkers, such as robotic arms, etc.).
However there is a second part to Cynthia’s power that few are allowed to know about, as she does not advertise the ability nor make great use of it. Anything taken apart becomes “mapped” to her brain permanently, allowing her to (assuming she has the materials to do so) reconstruct it or build duplicates. For all intents and purposes she has become a tinker able to build and maintain that piece of technology, but only as it was designed. She is not able to tweak the parts to optimize output or combine tech she has memorize to create something new, only replicate exactly what she has previously taken apart.
♦ Equipment: When in costume Sabotage follows the old saying that less is more in order to facilitate mobility and make escape more practical. After all, she’s a thief, not a fighter.
ITEM: Lockpicking kit, hidden in both sleeves of her costume and even the ankles, just in case.
ITEM: Taser gloves, built directly into her costume for defensive purposes.
ITEM: Two telescopic titanium batons for defensive purposes, made without an insulating grip to allow the shock current of the gloves to travel through them in a fight, just in case.
ITEM: Taser gloves, built directly into her costume for defensive purposes.
ITEM: Two telescopic titanium batons for defensive purposes, made without an insulating grip to allow the shock current of the gloves to travel through them in a fight, just in case.
Gardevoiran The Forbidden One
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6 mos ago
"I'm not a kid anymore! I've got a few years under my belt this time!"
♦Bio
♦ Name: Kendall Banks
♦ Age: 25
♦ Loyalty: The Exiled
♦ Appearance: Kendall's a lean woman (though they don't feel like such), standing at 5'3" and weighing around 110 pounds, though they don't boast anything at all to sway the presentation in their favor. Normally, they're decorated with shoulder-length, almost pink, hair, though it can become longer and shorter depending on how Kendall feels and if they need to work into a disguise or not. The entire right side of their face had been scarred to hell, disfigured, and somewhat repulsive at a first glance, with their eye and ear both missing.
In costume, Mastar's outfit is a short-sleeved unitard, similar in color to her tar, and a mask with a single large golden eye over the left side of their face. The outfit is intended to have a lot of skin show so Mastar can easily bombard someone with tar quickly and efficiently, and it's to be noted that Mastar's outfit is constructed of mostly tar and skin. The only fabric or other material in the suit covers up her most vital of parts, as the tar effectively covers the rest of her body fairly easily.
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♦ History:
Kendall Banks started their life out as a single child to a pair of very busy parents, both of who loved Kendall but just weren't around enough to make them feel the love. After Kendall could be independent for themself, they did a lot on their own around the house, like cooking, cleaning, and the standard homemaker duties. The kid rarely missed class, but one day back in 2005 they got hellaciously sick, and was told by their parents to stay home from school in order to spend the day trying to overcome the sickness. Their mom gave them all the medicine they needed in the morning before they left for work. There was a big flaw in the plan that Kendall's mom had, and it was how Kendall had nothing on their stomach that morning as the sickness just made their appetite disappear, pretty much.
From there on, the day slowly devolved into chaos and disorder. Their temperature kept rising past worrysome levels, their entire body was paler than milk, and they had the sinking feeling of nausea riding in their gut the entire day until they couldn't take it anymore. Kendall slogged herself out of their bed and onto the floor before dragging themself down the hall to their bathroom, crawling up against the bathtub, and just hurling as much bile as they could into their bathtub. Eventually, bile stopped coming out, but they still kept vomiting and vomiting up a sticky black substance that they were unfamiliar with. Thus, the birth of Mastar came about.
For a few months after, Kendall worked with her best friend Ryan to create the persona Mastar, withwhich she fought crime as an independent hero and vigilante. For a while, they remained unrecognized by the public and Protectorate, until a faithful charity event held in Denver where a local gang interrupted to shake things up. It was that day when one of the strongest heroes in Denver, Inkscape, had expressed his upset that Mastar wasn't a proper hero for the Protectorate. Kendall later returned home and, after a bit of heart to heart with their mom, the fourteen year old was finally allowed by their parents to enlist under the Wards program as Mastar.
Then a few weeks passed before Behemoth attacked the city of Denver. Thousands upon thousands of people died that day, with a fair amount of those being various parahumans from all sides of the law. Despite the numbers, the Wards had managed to survive without any casualties, but Mastar was the worst one affected by the attack, being sent into a nine day coma after being crushed under rubble while their parents slowly lost their lives in the hospital within the same week. The attack left Kendall scarred massively along the side of their face, with their entire right eye and ear missing with no hope of regrowth.
(That's the current in CoD as of writing this history. It may be updated in the future.)
From there on, the day slowly devolved into chaos and disorder. Their temperature kept rising past worrysome levels, their entire body was paler than milk, and they had the sinking feeling of nausea riding in their gut the entire day until they couldn't take it anymore. Kendall slogged herself out of their bed and onto the floor before dragging themself down the hall to their bathroom, crawling up against the bathtub, and just hurling as much bile as they could into their bathtub. Eventually, bile stopped coming out, but they still kept vomiting and vomiting up a sticky black substance that they were unfamiliar with. Thus, the birth of Mastar came about.
For a few months after, Kendall worked with her best friend Ryan to create the persona Mastar, withwhich she fought crime as an independent hero and vigilante. For a while, they remained unrecognized by the public and Protectorate, until a faithful charity event held in Denver where a local gang interrupted to shake things up. It was that day when one of the strongest heroes in Denver, Inkscape, had expressed his upset that Mastar wasn't a proper hero for the Protectorate. Kendall later returned home and, after a bit of heart to heart with their mom, the fourteen year old was finally allowed by their parents to enlist under the Wards program as Mastar.
Then a few weeks passed before Behemoth attacked the city of Denver. Thousands upon thousands of people died that day, with a fair amount of those being various parahumans from all sides of the law. Despite the numbers, the Wards had managed to survive without any casualties, but Mastar was the worst one affected by the attack, being sent into a nine day coma after being crushed under rubble while their parents slowly lost their lives in the hospital within the same week. The attack left Kendall scarred massively along the side of their face, with their entire right eye and ear missing with no hope of regrowth.
(That's the current in CoD as of writing this history. It may be updated in the future.)
Kendall stuck around in the PRT, eventually graduating from the Wards and becoming a full hero. Somewhere along the lines, Ana and L split from the PRT entirely and took up a bad reputation. Kendall wanted to join them, but reluctantly stayed at the PRT to take over their role of training new Wards up and helping them figure out their powers and such. They had fun for the majority of it, and loved helping out when they could as Mastar.
Eventually, things looked up for them. They even found a boyfriend. Life was coming up a lot better than it had seemed before. Surely there was no way that anything could go wrong now, right?
Eventually, things looked up for them. They even found a boyfriend. Life was coming up a lot better than it had seemed before. Surely there was no way that anything could go wrong now, right?
Everyone that Kendall knew wasn't around after they found themself rising from the wreckage of a building. Everything just went by so fast, and things started to go south very quickly. As far as they knew, they were one of the last few people in Denver, somehow, and they slogged their way out of the wreckage and started to find their way to safety and security.
The trip to Samekh and Serstol wasn't fun. There was a lot of issues with the migration progress, from the loss of a lot of important documents to some really rude associates Kendall had to deal with. Thankfully, they were cleared within a long, but still reasonable time, and successfully immigrated onto Earth Samekh within a short while after that (though it was still a bit of a wait). Later they found themself in Earth Samekh, smack in the city of Serstol, and when they saw a familiar face of an older friend walking away from an orphanage one day, they just couldn't contain themself and ran towards them in joy.
Since then, Kendall's been helping out on the farm that Anastasia maintains, offering their services as a farmhand and friend in exchange for a place to stay and feel welcome. They also do some crime fighting with Arson and Manifold, though they're a bit less brutal than the other two are and have maintained a better reputation as a result.
The trip to Samekh and Serstol wasn't fun. There was a lot of issues with the migration progress, from the loss of a lot of important documents to some really rude associates Kendall had to deal with. Thankfully, they were cleared within a long, but still reasonable time, and successfully immigrated onto Earth Samekh within a short while after that (though it was still a bit of a wait). Later they found themself in Earth Samekh, smack in the city of Serstol, and when they saw a familiar face of an older friend walking away from an orphanage one day, they just couldn't contain themself and ran towards them in joy.
Since then, Kendall's been helping out on the farm that Anastasia maintains, offering their services as a farmhand and friend in exchange for a place to stay and feel welcome. They also do some crime fighting with Arson and Manifold, though they're a bit less brutal than the other two are and have maintained a better reputation as a result.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: What was originally fortune and glory has now changed. Now they just want to rebuild the future that they hoped to see in the past, and hopefully one without as much corruption and general dickery in a superhero organization.
♦ Derangement: Kendall attaches to people very easily, and will go on loving that person unconditionally for upwards of years at a time. The bonds can be broken, though, through an event that's so unfavorable and abhorrent to Kendall that they absolutely break and change feelings from a friend to a mortal enemy with almost no hopes of reparations.
Kendall also suffers from cyclic vomiting syndrome, throwing up tar instead of bile. It used to be very prevalent for a long time, but it has since died down and become a more rare occurrance if anything.
♦ Derangement: Kendall attaches to people very easily, and will go on loving that person unconditionally for upwards of years at a time. The bonds can be broken, though, through an event that's so unfavorable and abhorrent to Kendall that they absolutely break and change feelings from a friend to a mortal enemy with almost no hopes of reparations.
Kendall also suffers from cyclic vomiting syndrome, throwing up tar instead of bile. It used to be very prevalent for a long time, but it has since died down and become a more rare occurrance if anything.
[ ♦ ] Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Cooking, drinking bottles of water, painting, playing video games, cleaning for non-combat skills. As for combat, Kendall knows their fair share of fistfighting in addition to being able to hold and fire a gun (and they're much more accurate than they once were).
♦ Classification: Breaker | Changer sub (Master | Shaker | Blaster)
♦ Mechanics: Cape can transform into a state of living tar, fully or partially, giving them all the qualities of tar as well as the ability to generate more tar to increase their mass and size up to three times their normal body weight. Injestion of the tar by an individual leads to the motor control of the individual being arrested by the cape, withwhich they have total control for a short while until the individual regurgitates the tar back out of their system. If a victim's limb or appendage is covered in tar to a large extent (around 70% covered), then the appendage has its control arrested, though the victim is able to resist it.
Cape automatically begins to generate lost tar after thirty minutes if their normal body weight is not all accounted for. Additionally, Cape cannot generate more tar than one half of an imperial ton (1,000lb) in tar under an hour. Doing so is overtaxing to the Cape and will result in them being unable to generate any more tar until they can get proper break, though usually a three-hour long nap is enough to refresh them.
♦ Equipment:
♦ Classification: Breaker | Changer sub (Master | Shaker | Blaster)
♦ Mechanics: Cape can transform into a state of living tar, fully or partially, giving them all the qualities of tar as well as the ability to generate more tar to increase their mass and size up to three times their normal body weight. Injestion of the tar by an individual leads to the motor control of the individual being arrested by the cape, withwhich they have total control for a short while until the individual regurgitates the tar back out of their system. If a victim's limb or appendage is covered in tar to a large extent (around 70% covered), then the appendage has its control arrested, though the victim is able to resist it.
Cape automatically begins to generate lost tar after thirty minutes if their normal body weight is not all accounted for. Additionally, Cape cannot generate more tar than one half of an imperial ton (1,000lb) in tar under an hour. Doing so is overtaxing to the Cape and will result in them being unable to generate any more tar until they can get proper break, though usually a three-hour long nap is enough to refresh them.
♦ Equipment:
ITEM: Communicator - Used to chat with Ana and Elle when they're out and about, and small enough to easily work it's way into the altered form.
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yoshua171 The Loremaster
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10 hrs ago
Exactly
"Who?"
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Kelly B. Quinn.
♦ Age: 23.
♦ Loyalty: Team name pending (hires out sometimes; mostly works with Adrasteia).
♦ Appearance: Standing at 5’11, Kelly Quinn is an attractive man with medium length raven hair, blue eyes, and an energetic pep to his enthusiastic step. He moves through the world lightly, but with the impact of someone used to attention. His hair is, most times, tied into a ponytail so as to be out of the way, and his eyes are frequently only partially open. While he does have irish blood, it doesn’t much show in his appearance and certainly not in any vocal affectations. Nonetheless, if he so chooses, he can be a joy to listen to. When out of costume he favors relaxed, but stylish clothes with somewhat subdued colors that lend a sort of effortless style to even his everyday actions. He’s got an easy smile and what lines there are on his face are largely upturned and at the corners of his mouth.
Similarly when in costume he will typically wear more subdued garb, lending to stealth or blending into a crowd unless attention is actively brought to it--with the sole exception, of course, being his mask. His hair and skin, in either state of dress, is always well groomed and cared for implying that he is the sort of man who takes pride in presentation...if not personal appearance.
Unlike many capes, Exactly prefers not to be recognized correctly and so has spent time coming up with multiple costumes to make it even more difficult to discern the “Who?” of situations. Below are depicted some examples of his in costume attire, with the only unifying factor being his mask, which does not change. It is additionally worth mentioning that the mask he wears is made of a metallic, highly reflective substance that is always polished to a pristine shine, allowing observers to view only their own countenance when looking upon his visage. On special occasions, Exactly may choose to wear the bottom most costume, which he considers his… finest creation.
♦ History:
Born in 1993 to Hannah Burkley and Tomas Quinn, Kelly was a healthy baby boy. The earliest years of his life went by, surrounded by family and family friends, people who loved and cared for him. They fostered his playfulness and joy, instilling in him an enthusiasm that would last for many years to come. Like this he transitioned into kindergarten and pre-school, meeting new friends and faces; encountering new situations and learning as he did so. While there were hiccups here and there he became beloved in his way, the joker, the little troublemaker--harmless, cute, hilarious, endearing.
As the years passed he evolved from this point, becoming perhaps what one might consider slightly less harmless, playing pranks on his family and peers. Minor things, designed to illicit joy and do little to no real harm. It made him friends wherever he went, but alas with his parents moving from time-to-time he’d lose them. So it was that he had few truly close friends growing up, teaching him to survive largely on its own. Of course, the attention of his peers helped significantly, allowing him to thrive, feeding his ego and his boldness. Studies fell to the wayside and though he didn’t fail many classes, his parents noticed. He found further escape in comedy, planning elaborate pranks, making up new jokes, researching and practicing improv. They were all tools to bring joy to others and attention to himself.
As he entered high school his studies fell behind even further and his focus on popularity and comedy became even more pronounced. Yet, for some reason, people started responding with less enthusiasm. He came to the conclusion that his act had gotten stale, so he decided to escalate. Initially this did lead to more adoration among his peers, but eventually he went a half-step too far, dividing the school with the nature of his grand prank. Unsure how to deal with the disappointment of some and the amusement of others being so at odds he spent some time without doing anything drastic. He’d gotten in enough trouble for the first prank, so he needed to lay low for awhile. Weeks, then month after month he spent planning, laying groundwork for his grand performance. Sometimes he could barely contain his laughter when he imagined everyone’s faces.
Eventually…finally the day came for him to set the wheels in motion. Practically giggling all the while he set things up for lunch time when everyone would be there and he’d get the greatest shock and the inevitable laughter that would follow. He lay in wait, skipping class, risking everything for a grand joke that would wow everyone in the school. The time came and people began filtering in, little by little, and then all at once as those who had seen passed the word. The tension built and then once everyone had filtered in he sprung his little trap revealing his masterpiece and himself all at once.
There was a beat...and then another, but rather than seeing the comedy inherent in his piece, all his peers, even the teachers and staff, stared in silence. He frowned to himself even as it dawned on him, slowly, then all at once, that he wouldn’t be getting laughter. First, on their faces, was confusion and shock, and then disgust. Some fled, others threw up, and many more simply turned their glares on him. He wanted to throw up, he wanted anything other than all of the hatred and pity and revulsion that he saw in their gazes. He floundered, opening his mouth to explain, but finding he couldn’t speak.
Why had he done this? Why wouldn’t they stop looking?!?! He wanted to scream, yell at them to stare at anyone, anything else. Tell them to give him a break! It was just a prank guys. No big deal! He didn’t. He couldn’t. In his inability to do anything, to redirect their attention, to escape their gaze, and similarly...in his total inability to understand why they were all reacting this way, he triggered.
In the aftermath he used his power for the first time, adding insult to injury to get out and away from the crowd. In tears, he fled the lunch hall and hid in the men’s locker rooms. Eventually, the staff found him and he was escorted to the office, his parents were called, and he was promptly suspended. Confused, ashamed, and depressed Kelly was forced to endure the anger of his usually so supportive parents. With the decline of his grades and now this...this ”acting out” as they put it, well he wasn’t just on thin ice anymore. He was submerged and drowning. He felt like it too and eventually he took to using his powers just to avoid the notice of his parents. They never knew and after a few botched attempts he figured out how to get rid of his duplicates without banishing them and causing his parents significant discomfort. After all, he’d done enough already.
For his time suspended, well, he spent it as if in hiding. Essentially grounded, he forced himself to do the homework and project’s supplied. He’d need to to graduate, his parents said, and apparently that was the only way he might redeem himself in their eyes. Slowly, the focus, as well as his new hobby, brought him out of his deep slump. He found friends online and, for the first time, properly explored the complex web that was the interactions between hero, villain, and civilian. It all seemed like one big play. Like a joke, but at someone else’s expense.
After a whole semester of good behavior--and time back at school--his parents eased off their punishments and life tried to return to some semblance of normal. Of course, things were irrevocably changed, after all...none of his peers would so much as look at him without disgust, pity, or apathy in their eyes. Eventually he took to just ignoring their gazes, their judgement. They didn’t matter, just him and his jokes. Yet...despite all his efforts, they held him back a year. Fortunately though, despite the slump, they let him earn additional credits and he graduated halfway through the next year. By then, he’d pulled himself out of the deep well of trauma and even started socializing again, using summer school as a new place that he could test the waters.
Though half a year late, Kelly graduated from high school in a sort of unofficial way, getting all the necessary documentation, but no ceremony or farewell. Though he missed his peers and the many people he’d once considered friends, he also knew that those relationships were beyond repair, though he never really came to understand exactly why. In the interest of moving on he applied to a local community college, his parents unwilling to send him abroad to another state, but very insistent on his going. Fairly onboard with the idea he started a new school life, this time intent on making things work.
All in all, college was stressful, but having had to struggle and work so hard near the end of high school--and during the ensuing summer--it came more naturally to him than it may have to some. In much of his free time he studied or went out with friends, but behind closed doors he made use of his new powers, making quite a bit of headway in understanding how they worked while simultaneously entrenching himself more deeply in the knowledge of the world he knew he would one day become a part of. After a year of college, struggles and successes both, he needed an outlet, and so he began living a double life of sorts. It was hard, he lost sleep, and some classes suffered, but it helped. He’d go on nightly outings, in a poorly made costume and mask. He soon found that when he was out he didn’t have to hold back...he could do whatever he wanted--and with the assistance of his power he’d never have to pay the price.
Feeling like things were turning up for him, Kelly continued his experimentation, becoming more and more bold even despite the worrying things that came on the news on occasion. However, essentially all at once things took a drastic and dangerous turn for the worse, starting with Scion’s first attack in Earth Bet, and playing out in what would become known as Gold Morning. By and large, Kelly found himself almost totally powerless during the events that transpired, essentially being relegated to help evacuate civilians, scout, or assist with medical aid where possible. It was a horrifying four days, but ultimately he was always rather far away from the conflicts themselves, due entirely to the nature of his powers.
So it was that when things eventually concluded he was left in a corner world with very few other people and little in the way of resources aside from what they could find in the surrounding wilderness. So it was that, for a year he built something with the others who were trapped there with him. They got along well enough and together they got through it, settling into a new life. He found that his power was fairly useful for hunting, allowing him to quietly sneak up on animals and then create a duplicate to stun them before he acted. So, by necessity he learned to hunt, he learned to survive, give medical care to injuries minor and major, and all-in-all function relatively well in a community. Still, beneath the surface he itched for civilization, for interaction, for comedy. For how things used to be. He thought, quite often, about his parents and the friends he’d made in college...wondering if they’d made it. Hoping they had.
Kelly never found out, but he did find a portal. Having been searching far and wide for over a year Kelly and his compatriots finally stumbled upon a portal that--ostensibly--lead to what appeared to be a more populated world. While many had no desire to leave the home they had made, the place they had become accustomed and comfortable in, Kelly felt differently. So it was that he prepared traveling rations and equipment before setting out for the other world.
Later he would come to learn that the alternate Earth was known as Earth Samekh and that what beckoned was a place both better and worse in equal measures. Perhaps the first thing that stood out to him was the sheer quantity of process around getting to the alternate Earth. No matter, he had time and once he was in the queue he could easily fend for himself. Eventually he got his documents filled out, boxes checked, and it was a month or three after that that he finally reached Serstol proper. The Silver City, they called it. A fitting title, he thought. Of course, he had more important things to consider...like survival...citizenship...fostering a new identity. It was going to be a hard time for awhile, he surmised.
Notes: He does have an apartment and a job, but I do not know the nature of the job just yet. He lives not in the center of the city, but midway between the center and the outskirts. He’s had some cape activity, but he is in no way a known element as of yet. Has likely had interaction/”business” with the Lost, but is not directly affiliated with them.
May insert other details if bonds are forged beyond just Penelope.
As the years passed he evolved from this point, becoming perhaps what one might consider slightly less harmless, playing pranks on his family and peers. Minor things, designed to illicit joy and do little to no real harm. It made him friends wherever he went, but alas with his parents moving from time-to-time he’d lose them. So it was that he had few truly close friends growing up, teaching him to survive largely on its own. Of course, the attention of his peers helped significantly, allowing him to thrive, feeding his ego and his boldness. Studies fell to the wayside and though he didn’t fail many classes, his parents noticed. He found further escape in comedy, planning elaborate pranks, making up new jokes, researching and practicing improv. They were all tools to bring joy to others and attention to himself.
As he entered high school his studies fell behind even further and his focus on popularity and comedy became even more pronounced. Yet, for some reason, people started responding with less enthusiasm. He came to the conclusion that his act had gotten stale, so he decided to escalate. Initially this did lead to more adoration among his peers, but eventually he went a half-step too far, dividing the school with the nature of his grand prank. Unsure how to deal with the disappointment of some and the amusement of others being so at odds he spent some time without doing anything drastic. He’d gotten in enough trouble for the first prank, so he needed to lay low for awhile. Weeks, then month after month he spent planning, laying groundwork for his grand performance. Sometimes he could barely contain his laughter when he imagined everyone’s faces.
Eventually…finally the day came for him to set the wheels in motion. Practically giggling all the while he set things up for lunch time when everyone would be there and he’d get the greatest shock and the inevitable laughter that would follow. He lay in wait, skipping class, risking everything for a grand joke that would wow everyone in the school. The time came and people began filtering in, little by little, and then all at once as those who had seen passed the word. The tension built and then once everyone had filtered in he sprung his little trap revealing his masterpiece and himself all at once.
There was a beat...and then another, but rather than seeing the comedy inherent in his piece, all his peers, even the teachers and staff, stared in silence. He frowned to himself even as it dawned on him, slowly, then all at once, that he wouldn’t be getting laughter. First, on their faces, was confusion and shock, and then disgust. Some fled, others threw up, and many more simply turned their glares on him. He wanted to throw up, he wanted anything other than all of the hatred and pity and revulsion that he saw in their gazes. He floundered, opening his mouth to explain, but finding he couldn’t speak.
Why had he done this? Why wouldn’t they stop looking?!?! He wanted to scream, yell at them to stare at anyone, anything else. Tell them to give him a break! It was just a prank guys. No big deal! He didn’t. He couldn’t. In his inability to do anything, to redirect their attention, to escape their gaze, and similarly...in his total inability to understand why they were all reacting this way, he triggered.
In the aftermath he used his power for the first time, adding insult to injury to get out and away from the crowd. In tears, he fled the lunch hall and hid in the men’s locker rooms. Eventually, the staff found him and he was escorted to the office, his parents were called, and he was promptly suspended. Confused, ashamed, and depressed Kelly was forced to endure the anger of his usually so supportive parents. With the decline of his grades and now this...this ”acting out” as they put it, well he wasn’t just on thin ice anymore. He was submerged and drowning. He felt like it too and eventually he took to using his powers just to avoid the notice of his parents. They never knew and after a few botched attempts he figured out how to get rid of his duplicates without banishing them and causing his parents significant discomfort. After all, he’d done enough already.
For his time suspended, well, he spent it as if in hiding. Essentially grounded, he forced himself to do the homework and project’s supplied. He’d need to to graduate, his parents said, and apparently that was the only way he might redeem himself in their eyes. Slowly, the focus, as well as his new hobby, brought him out of his deep slump. He found friends online and, for the first time, properly explored the complex web that was the interactions between hero, villain, and civilian. It all seemed like one big play. Like a joke, but at someone else’s expense.
After a whole semester of good behavior--and time back at school--his parents eased off their punishments and life tried to return to some semblance of normal. Of course, things were irrevocably changed, after all...none of his peers would so much as look at him without disgust, pity, or apathy in their eyes. Eventually he took to just ignoring their gazes, their judgement. They didn’t matter, just him and his jokes. Yet...despite all his efforts, they held him back a year. Fortunately though, despite the slump, they let him earn additional credits and he graduated halfway through the next year. By then, he’d pulled himself out of the deep well of trauma and even started socializing again, using summer school as a new place that he could test the waters.
Though half a year late, Kelly graduated from high school in a sort of unofficial way, getting all the necessary documentation, but no ceremony or farewell. Though he missed his peers and the many people he’d once considered friends, he also knew that those relationships were beyond repair, though he never really came to understand exactly why. In the interest of moving on he applied to a local community college, his parents unwilling to send him abroad to another state, but very insistent on his going. Fairly onboard with the idea he started a new school life, this time intent on making things work.
All in all, college was stressful, but having had to struggle and work so hard near the end of high school--and during the ensuing summer--it came more naturally to him than it may have to some. In much of his free time he studied or went out with friends, but behind closed doors he made use of his new powers, making quite a bit of headway in understanding how they worked while simultaneously entrenching himself more deeply in the knowledge of the world he knew he would one day become a part of. After a year of college, struggles and successes both, he needed an outlet, and so he began living a double life of sorts. It was hard, he lost sleep, and some classes suffered, but it helped. He’d go on nightly outings, in a poorly made costume and mask. He soon found that when he was out he didn’t have to hold back...he could do whatever he wanted--and with the assistance of his power he’d never have to pay the price.
Feeling like things were turning up for him, Kelly continued his experimentation, becoming more and more bold even despite the worrying things that came on the news on occasion. However, essentially all at once things took a drastic and dangerous turn for the worse, starting with Scion’s first attack in Earth Bet, and playing out in what would become known as Gold Morning. By and large, Kelly found himself almost totally powerless during the events that transpired, essentially being relegated to help evacuate civilians, scout, or assist with medical aid where possible. It was a horrifying four days, but ultimately he was always rather far away from the conflicts themselves, due entirely to the nature of his powers.
So it was that when things eventually concluded he was left in a corner world with very few other people and little in the way of resources aside from what they could find in the surrounding wilderness. So it was that, for a year he built something with the others who were trapped there with him. They got along well enough and together they got through it, settling into a new life. He found that his power was fairly useful for hunting, allowing him to quietly sneak up on animals and then create a duplicate to stun them before he acted. So, by necessity he learned to hunt, he learned to survive, give medical care to injuries minor and major, and all-in-all function relatively well in a community. Still, beneath the surface he itched for civilization, for interaction, for comedy. For how things used to be. He thought, quite often, about his parents and the friends he’d made in college...wondering if they’d made it. Hoping they had.
Kelly never found out, but he did find a portal. Having been searching far and wide for over a year Kelly and his compatriots finally stumbled upon a portal that--ostensibly--lead to what appeared to be a more populated world. While many had no desire to leave the home they had made, the place they had become accustomed and comfortable in, Kelly felt differently. So it was that he prepared traveling rations and equipment before setting out for the other world.
Later he would come to learn that the alternate Earth was known as Earth Samekh and that what beckoned was a place both better and worse in equal measures. Perhaps the first thing that stood out to him was the sheer quantity of process around getting to the alternate Earth. No matter, he had time and once he was in the queue he could easily fend for himself. Eventually he got his documents filled out, boxes checked, and it was a month or three after that that he finally reached Serstol proper. The Silver City, they called it. A fitting title, he thought. Of course, he had more important things to consider...like survival...citizenship...fostering a new identity. It was going to be a hard time for awhile, he surmised.
- Kelly gets into Serstol, but not as a citizen seeing as he has no money to his name.
- Meets and works with (Tuuj’s character) Penelope to get his citizenship. The two forge a close friendship over this period.
- Kelly works on getting money, partially illicitly via parahuman activities, all very low key and spaced out enough that it’s hard to track him down.
- Penelope and Kelly eventually reveal the fact that they are parahumans to one another.
- They decide to form a partnership.
- They form a team.
- Present day.
Notes: He does have an apartment and a job, but I do not know the nature of the job just yet. He lives not in the center of the city, but midway between the center and the outskirts. He’s had some cape activity, but he is in no way a known element as of yet. Has likely had interaction/”business” with the Lost, but is not directly affiliated with them.
May insert other details if bonds are forged beyond just Penelope.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Much like his younger self, Kelly desires a world in which everyone is as happy as realistically possible. It’s a heroic dream, but Kelly--having been through what he has in attempting to achieve it--is no longer a particularly heroic person. Still, with Gold Morning not far behind them, Kelly believes that it’s something worth working towards...even if he does have to get his hands dirty to do so.
♦ Derangement: Kelly’s derangement is most well characterized by an enhanced imperative to utilize his power, combined with a reduced sense of guilt and social shame. This essentially creates a positive feedback loop that encourages him to escalate his unique sense of “humor,” through the use of his power.
♦ Derangement: Kelly’s derangement is most well characterized by an enhanced imperative to utilize his power, combined with a reduced sense of guilt and social shame. This essentially creates a positive feedback loop that encourages him to escalate his unique sense of “humor,” through the use of his power.
[ ♦ ]
Parahumanism
Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Kelly, first and foremost, is a trickster, a prankster, a joker. He’s genial and while sometimes he goes a bit too far, he has learned--at least in his civilian identity--to temper his sense of humor and merely use it to bring smiles and win others over. In this way it could be said that he’s a people-person. Additionally, from his time in the wilderness, he’s quite the survivalist, having picked up how to make fire, forage, hunt, and provide relatively simple medical aid--though he’s hardly a professional by any means. From his time before Gold Morning he learned things like lockpicking, how to effectively distract and remain out of sight, as well as simply the attitudes necessary to just… look like he belongs. Playing into this is his time with the theater club. All-in-all, Kelly is a very resourceful individual and in the advent of the new world he has taken some self defense classes and has a few months of martial arts under his belt. He’s nothing to a professional or anyone who has trained significantly longer, but he’s decent in a brawl, even if he does prefer to stay out of them. Facilitating all this is a creative mind and a solid memory.
♦ Classification: Stranger|Thinker.
♦ Mechanics: Upon being perceived by any sense, Exactly may generate intangible, fully immersive, hallucination duplicates. Once generated, Exactly becomes increasingly difficult to perceive in addition to being impossible to correlate as the same individual as the identical hallucination clones. Any time they are perceived they may generate an additional duplicate, with the total active quantity being between 15 and 20 at any given time due to shard fluctuation. While active, duplicates supply him with all normal sensory information and on top of responding to stimuli to maintain the facade, they may be fed directives by Exactly. Additionally, Exactly’s power also supplies him with intuitive knowledge regarding whether people are paying attention to him or his duplicates. The greater the effectiveness of his duplicates at distracting and keeping the attention of people the more difficult it becomes to detect him, sans non-standard senses. Furthermore, the longer a given duplicate is active, the more insidious its hallucinogenic nature becomes as they spread a memetic effect causing the affected to attempt to spread the hallucination via word of mouth and bringing attention to them. This insistence and exposure can--and eventually will--lead more people to perceiving the ‘presence’ of the duplicates. Similarly, despite the fact that those who the effect spreads to were not originally able to perceive the illusions, Exactly’s power will generally cause its victims to rationalize in order to keep up the facade.
To compound upon the distracting and deleterious effect of his duplicates is the manner in which Exactly is capable of banishing them. At will, he is capable of dismissing a duplicate, at which point it will erupt outwards into multicolored particles of light that inflict incredibly immersive, distracting, disorienting, and often painful sensory stimulus in addition to intense cognitive dissonance. Once deactivated all sensory information rapidly diminishes at the same rate that the light particles fade and then vanish, leaving Exactly only with the knowledge of his memories and of whom is perceiving him at any given moment. Naturally, once the disorientation from banishment ends, the other aspects of the hallucination do as well, with the sole exception being the ability to correlate the nature and existence of the duplicates with Exactly himself.
Beyond this, it is worth noting that distance from his duplicates does eventually reduce the potency of Exactly’s power, with fall off beginning once he is roughly 40 meters away and increasing every additional 10 meters he moves from any given duplicate. This reduction in overall functionality takes the form of less distinct sensory information, reduced spread of the memetic effect, and less precise control of the duplicates themselves. This drop off will eventually result in the duplicates entirely fading out, rather than ever properly banishing and generating their deleterious light upon doing so. Last, but not least, Exactly’s power does give him a fairly minor ability to process, filter, and otherwise manage sensory information, giving him the capacity to do and experience a lot more without being overwhelmed or hampered significantly.
♦ Equipment: What sort of goodies do you have on you when you're in costume?
♦ Classification: Stranger|Thinker.
♦ Mechanics: Upon being perceived by any sense, Exactly may generate intangible, fully immersive, hallucination duplicates. Once generated, Exactly becomes increasingly difficult to perceive in addition to being impossible to correlate as the same individual as the identical hallucination clones. Any time they are perceived they may generate an additional duplicate, with the total active quantity being between 15 and 20 at any given time due to shard fluctuation. While active, duplicates supply him with all normal sensory information and on top of responding to stimuli to maintain the facade, they may be fed directives by Exactly. Additionally, Exactly’s power also supplies him with intuitive knowledge regarding whether people are paying attention to him or his duplicates. The greater the effectiveness of his duplicates at distracting and keeping the attention of people the more difficult it becomes to detect him, sans non-standard senses. Furthermore, the longer a given duplicate is active, the more insidious its hallucinogenic nature becomes as they spread a memetic effect causing the affected to attempt to spread the hallucination via word of mouth and bringing attention to them. This insistence and exposure can--and eventually will--lead more people to perceiving the ‘presence’ of the duplicates. Similarly, despite the fact that those who the effect spreads to were not originally able to perceive the illusions, Exactly’s power will generally cause its victims to rationalize in order to keep up the facade.
To compound upon the distracting and deleterious effect of his duplicates is the manner in which Exactly is capable of banishing them. At will, he is capable of dismissing a duplicate, at which point it will erupt outwards into multicolored particles of light that inflict incredibly immersive, distracting, disorienting, and often painful sensory stimulus in addition to intense cognitive dissonance. Once deactivated all sensory information rapidly diminishes at the same rate that the light particles fade and then vanish, leaving Exactly only with the knowledge of his memories and of whom is perceiving him at any given moment. Naturally, once the disorientation from banishment ends, the other aspects of the hallucination do as well, with the sole exception being the ability to correlate the nature and existence of the duplicates with Exactly himself.
Beyond this, it is worth noting that distance from his duplicates does eventually reduce the potency of Exactly’s power, with fall off beginning once he is roughly 40 meters away and increasing every additional 10 meters he moves from any given duplicate. This reduction in overall functionality takes the form of less distinct sensory information, reduced spread of the memetic effect, and less precise control of the duplicates themselves. This drop off will eventually result in the duplicates entirely fading out, rather than ever properly banishing and generating their deleterious light upon doing so. Last, but not least, Exactly’s power does give him a fairly minor ability to process, filter, and otherwise manage sensory information, giving him the capacity to do and experience a lot more without being overwhelmed or hampered significantly.
♦ Equipment: What sort of goodies do you have on you when you're in costume?
Telescoping Baton: A fairly straight forwards, largely metal, collapsible baton measuring in at 31 inches in length and weighing
Knife: A fairly standard knife used more as a tool or in extreme situations rather than to causing lasting harm. The knife’s blade is 5 inches in length, with an additional 5 inches or so for the handle.
Cellphone: Self explanatory. Fairly basic given the end of the world. Serviceable.
Lockpicking Kit: Self explanatory.
Knife: A fairly standard knife used more as a tool or in extreme situations rather than to causing lasting harm. The knife’s blade is 5 inches in length, with an additional 5 inches or so for the handle.
Cellphone: Self explanatory. Fairly basic given the end of the world. Serviceable.
Lockpicking Kit: Self explanatory.
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Daisy Ripper
"Family is everything."
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Malorie Preston
♦ Age: 35
♦ Loyalty: Fallen
♦ Appearance: Malorie never goes unmasked. Her cape persona has swallowed her entirely. She wears simple dresses in an old fashioned housewife style, with a heavy scarf covering her face from the nose down. Her brown eyebrows and hair are kept in perfect condition, and the visible portion of her face is always plastered in makeup. She has brown eyes.
♦ History:
Malorie fell in love with her idea of a perfect family, and then found a man she thought she could build it with. They married, and she discovered difficulty in the relationship. She became pregnant to hold everything together, and for years she managed her family carefully. She and her daughter were occasionally beaten, but Malorie was determined to make her relationship work. She used blackmail and threats to control them as well as she could.
Gold Morning struck, and things went badly. More than every, her family was falling apart.
While moving to her new home in Samekh, riots began. She lost her daughter in the crowds, and as she always feared, her husband turned against her. She thinks that she got her powers sometime around that moment.
Only a few weeks after this incident, Daisy Ripper murdered her former husband. She doesn’t know if anybody ever found out it was her. She didn’t really care. At the Lodge, she frequently talked about her past and her regret for her lost family, expressing a desire to start anew. She was approached by the Fallen soon after, and she latched onto them and their beliefs. She was quickly taken into the fold of her new, more perfect family.
Gold Morning struck, and things went badly. More than every, her family was falling apart.
While moving to her new home in Samekh, riots began. She lost her daughter in the crowds, and as she always feared, her husband turned against her. She thinks that she got her powers sometime around that moment.
Only a few weeks after this incident, Daisy Ripper murdered her former husband. She doesn’t know if anybody ever found out it was her. She didn’t really care. At the Lodge, she frequently talked about her past and her regret for her lost family, expressing a desire to start anew. She was approached by the Fallen soon after, and she latched onto them and their beliefs. She was quickly taken into the fold of her new, more perfect family.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Daisy Ripper wants to murder her daughter. She wants to wring her neck in her gauntleted hand around her neck to shred it open, and she wants to do it as personally as possible. Once the last shred of her old life is gone, she wants to devote herself more fully to her family.
♦ Derangement: Daisy Ripper has taken many of her worst, most neurotic behaviors, and magnified them by taking on a portion of the obsessive dedication of one of her cluster-mates. She is willing to blame anybody or anything but herself for the loss of her family. She is obsessed with both taking revenge and the idea of the ‘perfect family’. Her focus on building a perfect family has recently been ‘constructively’ directed into her allegiance with the Fallen. She has abandoned her old self in favor of being 'Daisy' and supporting her new family.
♦ Derangement: Daisy Ripper has taken many of her worst, most neurotic behaviors, and magnified them by taking on a portion of the obsessive dedication of one of her cluster-mates. She is willing to blame anybody or anything but herself for the loss of her family. She is obsessed with both taking revenge and the idea of the ‘perfect family’. Her focus on building a perfect family has recently been ‘constructively’ directed into her allegiance with the Fallen. She has abandoned her old self in favor of being 'Daisy' and supporting her new family.
[ ♦ ]
Parahumanism
Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Daisy is manipulative. She’s good at finding people to control and manage, and will use guilt-trips and blackmail to control them. She is fairly decent with the tools and equipment needed to act as a tinker. As part of joining the Fallen, she knows how to use and maintain a gun. Beyond this, Daisy has no noteworthy skills aside from those she learned as a housewife.
♦ Classification: Striker | Mover [Master] (Brute | Shaker) (Tinker sub Striker | Master)
♦ Mechanics: Daisy Ripper has three powers.
Her first power is that her touch bestows an irresistible desire to stay within relatively close range to her. The afflicted person must always prioritize being within five feet of her over other goals when not within five feet of her, though how they accomplish this goal is up to them. Once they are close enough, they cannot make decisions that would lead them more than five feet away. This compulsion can last for up to a day. Those under the compulsion effect act in a manner somewhat more predictable to her when within the five feet range.
To better utilize her first power, she can initiate a dash that greatly increases her speed, reflexes, and dexterity. If she fails to tag a person at the end of this dash, she becomes exhausted.
Her second power is a spiraling storm centered on herself. This storm deflects all projectiles and pushes those around her with enough force to remove an average-weighing person from the affected area. The effect is about seven feet across, lasts about three seconds, and can only be activated a few times (three at most) in a short time period. Overuse of the power can cause fainting and dizziness.
Her third power is the ability to create and maintain bulky, weaponized gauntlets that have the ability to apply effects with a touch. These effects are always able to be broken down into a ‘rule’ and a ‘punishment’. If the afflicted breaks the ‘rule’, the punishment is applied and the effect is removed. These effects also fade if the rule remains unbroken after a period of time. Her striker power works through the gauntlets she creates.
♦ Equipment:
♦ Classification: Striker | Mover [Master] (Brute | Shaker) (Tinker sub Striker | Master)
♦ Mechanics: Daisy Ripper has three powers.
Her first power is that her touch bestows an irresistible desire to stay within relatively close range to her. The afflicted person must always prioritize being within five feet of her over other goals when not within five feet of her, though how they accomplish this goal is up to them. Once they are close enough, they cannot make decisions that would lead them more than five feet away. This compulsion can last for up to a day. Those under the compulsion effect act in a manner somewhat more predictable to her when within the five feet range.
To better utilize her first power, she can initiate a dash that greatly increases her speed, reflexes, and dexterity. If she fails to tag a person at the end of this dash, she becomes exhausted.
Her second power is a spiraling storm centered on herself. This storm deflects all projectiles and pushes those around her with enough force to remove an average-weighing person from the affected area. The effect is about seven feet across, lasts about three seconds, and can only be activated a few times (three at most) in a short time period. Overuse of the power can cause fainting and dizziness.
Her third power is the ability to create and maintain bulky, weaponized gauntlets that have the ability to apply effects with a touch. These effects are always able to be broken down into a ‘rule’ and a ‘punishment’. If the afflicted breaks the ‘rule’, the punishment is applied and the effect is removed. These effects also fade if the rule remains unbroken after a period of time. Her striker power works through the gauntlets she creates.
♦ Equipment:
GAUNTLET I: A giant metal gauntlet with shredders on the fingers. Anything she grabs with this hand can be caught in the spinning teeth of the shredders, which can chew through wood and sheet-metal with ease. The gauntlet also has the ability to bestow a pale, clinging static to a touched person. This static viciously shocks them if they attack the gauntlet’s wielder. Only one person may be afflicted with this static at a time.
COSTUME: A 1950’s housewife outfit, with a heavy scarf to cover the mouth and nose.
PISTOL: She keeps a side-arm with her at all times, loaded.
COSTUME: A 1950’s housewife outfit, with a heavy scarf to cover the mouth and nose.
PISTOL: She keeps a side-arm with her at all times, loaded.
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