I fixed it... Somehow... By finding one open /color tag, putting in a banner picture, and adding then removing tags for making a list... The problem was a bunch of random tags involving the table format and a few sups and how does code work? Seriously. What even...
Rory is now my favourite character, based solely on the fact that his favourite film is Treasure Planet.
Also, @Lord Wraith, I will definitely be requiring your assistance with coding. I swear I didn't do anything except copy/paste and it's still telling me I suck at it. I'm almost done, so I will send it to you soon.
You can send me the broken sheet in a PM and I can fix it tomorrow. Doesn't usually take too long and if it's real broken I'll just copy the text into a new template lol.
That goes for anyone. More than happy to help with code.
Provided it doesn't break itself again, I swear it wasn't my fault for most of that, I think it's also managed to fix itself. This also had nothing to do with any brilliance I can lay claim to... But anyway. Lucas is done! Hopefully, I got all the details right.
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"It’s Lucas, okay? For when there’s leaks in my head."
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Lucas Emery Bray _________________________________________________________ May 5th, 2004 | 19 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Asexual _________________________________________________________ Toronto | Ontario | Canada
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M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ He’s honestly just tired of being tired and wants to figure out how to fix that by learning how to either control his power or at least adapt to it a little more and maybe find somewhere he can fit in along the way now he’s lost several years, his friends, his certainties, and his ideas for the future to being Hyperhuman. He’s not really bitter, but he’s definitely floundering. Having structure in his life is a good thing right now. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Although his memories are vague and he’s still not certain if he didn’t just make them up, Lucas encountered several voices recorded throughout the city that shouldn’t have gone unheard and part of him hopes that not only will he be able to take control of his own life and power, but he’ll also be able to use it to help others and make those voices heard. Or at least stop there from being too many more making layers like dust swept under the rug. H.E.A.T. seems like the sort of push he needs to get there.
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Lucas grew up in the Summerhill district of Old Toronto under the care of his single father after a succinct divorce. Despite the rocky circumstances of his entry into fatherhood, the man persevered and put in the work and his parents were always willing to lend a hand when he needed it, and Lucas grew up feeling loved and looking forward to the future. It can’t be said that his life was the most exciting, but with winters set aside for school, summers were for swimming and sailing and eating ice cream at the cottage they shared with a friend of his dad’s. And plenty of camping in the nearby national parks.
It was a normal, pleasant life broken only by the few rough spots of occasional arguments and sports-induced injuries and the odd worse than average grade.
Then, a few months after his 14th birthday, Lucas caught a football and suddenly couldn’t stand straight. The dizzy sensation of spinning uncontrollably unnerved him completely, but he didn’t know where it came from. He shrugged it off at first; maybe he just needed a drink more than he thought. But that wasn’t the end of it. Gradually, he started hearing and seeing things too, sometimes clearly and other times too faintly to make out. But he found himself answering questions he hadn’t been asked or feeling people nearby when there weren’t any. He managed to keep it… mostly under wraps until he failed that year with no real excuse save the truth. When he finally came clean, his dad was rather alarmed, and took him to a psychiatrist.
The eventual diagnosis was paranoid schizophrenia. Unfortunately, the prescribed treatment didn’t work out as planned. Instead of helping, it interfered with the natural process of his emerging powers and the sudden influx of information made his brain shut down. He spent the next several years cycling through periods of being overstimulated and barely functioning to being mentally exhausted but coherent. Gradually, his father began to make the connection between location and coherency and heard enough repeated conversations from Lucas to realise what the actual trouble might be. So, he called his ex-wife to ask for her help.
Although an inhibitor is only a temporary solution, it certainly helped. And at least they discovered the reason behind his difficulties. Unfortunately, Lucas wasn’t the only one having problems during this time, and within the month, he both celebrated gaining some control over his life and saw his dad collapse due to lung cancer. The man succumbed quickly, leaving him and his mother to navigate the ins and outs of life turned upside down.
While his mother was willing to make things work if he wanted to take it slow and stay with her or with his grandparents, it was fairly obvious that she wasn’t used to being a mother and his grandparents were dealing with their own grief. So, they decided together that the best place for him was probably PRCU. Since he was too old for their collegiate program, he studied his ass off for a year and managed to pass his GED so he could enroll in H.E.A.T. without issue.
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Lucas can perceive the history of an object through proximity with it. This history can be anything from where it’s been and who or what interacted with it, to how it moved and what its purpose was. In Lucas’ case, object means any inanimate thing that has been shaped or made by humans. In general, foods don’t count, but some highly processed foods might.
Also, while Lucas would call them memories, as they feel like active processes in his brain, the glimpses he gets of the past are more like recordings layered over each other. Similar acts make similar recordings meld together and become stronger, while the less repeated, less insistent activities get lost in the shuffle. They’re still there, every minute of every day since the object first became whole is caught up in its shape, they just aren’t as easy to tease out. Or, as Lucas reacts to each recording running through his mind, he might drag free the more unusual moments that something has to offer simply by unconsciously focusing on them. In a similar vein, external stimulus can prompt a shift in the sort of recordings being broadcasted. Climbing up stairs might bring up the memory of all the other feet that have weighed them down. And greetings are often echoed by a multitude of voices.
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He has a range of about 5’ with nearby objects; the smaller they are, the closer he has to be to them, usually. But memories can bleed together through walls or connected objects, and sometimes buildings, particularly large ones that see lots of activity, broadcast memories from up to 50’ away. For an object to transmit a recording to him, Lucas doesn’t need to be touching it, and he doesn’t choose whether or not it does, but the transmissions will remain mostly incoherent until he does touch the object. Once in contact with it, he has more control over what information he receives, but it’s mostly just a method of making things clearer and easier to understand or focus on (like tuning into a radio station).
Every object tends to have something that it retains better than others. For instance, reflective materials can record images, not always clearly, but usually enough to at least create some play of light and shadow. Windows and mirrors are the best. Almost all objects collect sound, though walls do it especially well, and more porous materials can best retain scent. And cloth, clothing in particular for obvious reasons, absorbs a lot of emotional tells. None of them record taste, however. And the sense of touch is often relegated to recording the temperature and varying amounts of pressure, though some of the finer details of object interaction are preserved.
It also does not come with any miraculous translating abilities, so while he can hear someone talking, if he doesn’t know the language, he’s not going to know what they’re saying. And while he can use more complex screens, the only reading he gets off them is a light aura around them. If he tried for anything more, he’d probably suffer the worst migraine ever.
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As every sensation is from the object’s point of reference, this excludes them from recording such things as pain, pleasure, fatigue, and some movement, but this doesn’t guarantee that Lucas won’t find the feedback uncomfortable. Each transmitted sensation is almost always intrusive and can be confusing, even if it isn’t unpleasant. So, even if he’s prepared, big events and busy buildings can be remarkably overwhelming. As he cannot turn it off without either depleting his supply of HZEs or wearing an inhibitor, he’s almost always at least a little distracted or tired, even at his best, and often has a hard time focusing on the here and now. Any sudden influx of recorded memories leaves him relatively unresponsive and unaware of his surroundings for a time, so he doesn’t like using the inhibitor for multiple reasons.
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Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T , W H A T W O K E Y O U?
“Uh… I don’t—No.” Cutting off his usual answer, Lucas paused, frowning through his thought processes until a proper one came to him. Then, he flashed a bright grin, rather proud of himself for finding the most obvious one. “Things!” Probably, maybe, not really… He deflated almost immediately at the steady expectation waiting for more. It was an answer though, right? A little less certainly, he tried explaining in detail, slumping back into the chair so he could stare at the ceiling while he did. “The things leaking in my head are noise. But, you know? Ha! I sleep like the dead.” It really wasn’t likely he’d be waking up for much.
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“Help?” Head tilting, staring at the ground now as he drummed his fingers on his knees to the same unsteady pattern echoing off his skull, Lucas’ eyebrows drew together at the question. Wasn’t the answer obvious? Or was it too obvious? But what else were you supposed to say? Well, it wasn’t like they hadn’t asked it before. “If everyone says help, that’s what you do, right? I dunno… He asked for it, anyway. Helping’s nice if you can.”
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Though it took him a moment to get all the words straight, once he understood the question, Lucas just stared back, not even incredulous or confused, just… deadpan. They had more alarms than fire drills? He didn’t want to think about it, he wasn’t going to— “Ow.” Flinching, eyes shutting tight at the sudden blaring rush of sound that never came slow or gentle, he just squished his hands into his ears as though it had any hope of working and glared miserably across the room. No one’d warned him about intruder alarms. Wasn’t like a house alarm either, it was worse. So much— “Ow! Stop it, stop it, stop! What?! It’s loud!”
Okie dokie, COMPLETED and SUBMITTED. Please inform me if something looks wonky or misspelt, I did this fixing up bit on a tired brain and empty stomach. Goodnight. :)
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"No, I've never floated something out to space before...Wanna be the first?"
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Tista Maria Ceeper _________________________________________________________ July23rd,2004 | Age 19 | Black-Canadian _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Unlabeled _________________________________________________________ Toronto | Ontario | Canada
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Born to a Hyper-human father and a ‘normal’ human mother. Tista would be the eldest of two children that Joseph and Mindy Ceeper sired. Over the next few years after Tista’s birth and her brothers they all lived a relatively quiet and comfortable life within the downtown Toronto area in Ontario, Canada. This blissfully sweet time in her life didn't last forever, as tragedy struck whilst she was in her early teenage years. Her mother has passed away in a brutal car accident leaving behind her then 15 year old daughter Tista, her 4 year old son Tobias and husband.
Joseph did not take well to the death of his wife, it would be safe to say that Mindy’s death struck him the hardest out of the three. For the coming two years he was wallowing in a depressive slump, that was so bad he was unable to care for Tista and Tobias. This led to Tista having to take up the roles of a father, mother and older sister to Tobias. Despite this the young teenager did not resent her father, all though she too was deeply hurt by the loss of her mother. She simply pitied him for falling so hard from what she supposed was his grace. Before she knew it her father had given them up to his parents for safe keeping before up and seemingly disappearing off of the face of the planet.
Things were better now, or as better as it can be after feeling as though your father has abandoned you. Her grandparents were good people that took great care of both her and her younger brother. Since they themselves were Hyper-Human they did not find it strange at all when she manifested her abilities at 17. Tista lived with her abilities unable to fully grasp it for a year, until she accidentally almost squashed her childhood friend Madden while fooling around. This ended up making her very frightened by her abilities. Still she continued to use it. Though only lifting small nonliving objects and refusing to manipulate the gravity of a living organism. After her slight withdrawal from her power usage her grandparents thought it better to get in contact with H.E.L.P to enroll her in P.R.C.U so she could be around a lot more Hyper-Human youth as well learning how to control her abilities better.
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Tista stands at a proud, ahem… heavy emphasis on the ‘proud’, height of 5 '4. Her build would best be described as petite and feminine, with light curves and overall well balanced out proportions. An array of long braided locs of black hair fell to just about past her hips, which she kept well maintained with the ends being curled in a loose spiral. Thick reading glasses framed her dark brown eyes that seemed to shimmer with a hint of mischief at all times. Her brown skin almost always seemed to have a lovely sheen to it that made it almost seem as though she glistened under the sunlight at times (and no, not like the twilight vampires). When not in uniform she is often seen wearing blouses, dresses, skirts, shorts or a cute sweater and jogger set. Colours ranging in pastel pinks, blues, greens and purples. Her clothing choices are usually accompanied by either heels, sandals or boots and a scent of vanilla coco perfume following in her wake. The only jewellery she’d be seen wearing is silver ball earrings.
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Tista’s ability relies on her use of HZE released from pours on her palms to manipulate the gravity of non-living objects and living beings. It allows for her to be able to remove the gravity of things making it as though they are within an area that has zero gravity, where there is no up or down, they simply float. She can also manipulate it to make the gravity of whatever she's focused on seem even more dense. Making them feel heavier than what is normal on the Earth's gravity. With enough focus she can also allow herself to levitate a few feet off the ground, though she is incapable of moving backwards or forwards. She simply floats above ground about 2 feet.
L I M I T A T I O N S ||TOUCH, MASS, TIME
Tista can only ever manipulate the gravity of an object/person that she has touched, otherwise it would look like a sad attempt of trying to move an object with your mind and failing miserably. The reason being that she has to have let some of the HZE ions that expel from her palms to come in contact with the surface of the thing she desires to make float or compress.
Just because she can distort the gravity of objects/people doesn't mean it can’t weigh down on her, she simply cannot (for now) hold up objects that are above her weight, its near impossible for her as anything she lifts gets added to her own gravity mass, this leads into how long she can manage to hold up objects/people. 5 minutes is the current amount of time she can hold something that is 50 lbs. and above before she has to drop the object as it weighs down on her too much. Which would end up having her get nauseous and face planting straight to the ground in a very ungraceful manner.
W E A K N E S S E S ||FEAR OF 'THE BIG SQUASH', RESTRICTED HANDS
Despite how upbeat, outgoing and positive Tista is about her ability and using it. She by no means doubts that she can cause a lot of damage. Her biggest fear and weakness that hinders her growth is the thought that she may end up losing control of the amount of gravity she places or removes on someone resulting in them either being squashed to death by the force or floating up, up, up and away without her being able to control bringing them back down safely. Her second biggest weakness has to do more with actually being able to use her ability, if her hands are restricted or bound in anyway, even if she has touched the object/person she wants to manipulate the gravity of. She would be unable to, that's why she usually strays away from hand holding or hugging.
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Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?
Tista stared at the interviewer, lips pursed, eyes looking up and a finger tapping under her chin. “Oooh, oh, give me a minute!” she spoke up, dragging out her Oh’s. Mrs. Shutter, the older woman interviewing her, gives her a look, clearly feeling rather impatient at the girls' need to continuously pause before answering her questions. “Okay, okay!” Burgundy brown eyes finally stare down at Mrs. Shutter. “Definitely my grandparents’ kitty Hubert– Like I find it so funny how he can even get in my room when I close my door shut tight!” She laughs out as if she’s reliving a night with Hubert (the cat) sneaking into her room to meow like crazy and sit on her face.
Settling down she crosses her hands in her lap before speaking again. “Other than Hubert, it would be my younger brother Tobias.” she leans back in her seat, a frown setting on her lips. “He has night terrors every now and again about the same thing so he often comes to me so that he can sleep in my room.” she sighs. “But take it from me, wish he’d just move his bed in my room. That boy sleeps horrible.” she mutters.
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“Well that's quite the question, hmm let me think.” she pauses, simply looking to the side filtering through what would be the best response for this situation. “I’d simply ask them what they needed help with, and if it were in my capabilities I’d gladly help!” she waved one hand dismissively as she continued. “Buuut, if they gave me any weird vibes I’d run straight for the hills!” she nodded along, as though agreeing with her own words. “You never know these days with people.” her eyes narrow in on Mrs. Shutter. “Especially with the fact that I’m a Hyper-human.”
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“I’d without a doubt follow the rules!” she vehemently said. “My motto is ‘Mind your own business, play it safe and don't cause trouble’. It's a lot easier to abide by when you say it over and over again.” she cracked an awkward smile. “I’m also not inherently inclined to wanting to find out what exactly caused the alarm to go off, sure I’ve got abilities but I don’t know the full potential.” she rubbed the back of her neck. “I’d probably cause more harm than any good anyway.'' She trails off with furrowed brows and a downcast look.
"People are like bees – Some are honey and some just like to sting."
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Jonna Erik Harlson _________________________________________________________ May 20th,2005 | 18 | Scandinavian _________________________________________________________ Single | She/They | B(i)sexual _________________________________________________________ Mjölby | - | Sweden
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M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Self-Preservation. The idea that she must be preserved may have been a product of anatomical changes. The hive preserves the queen and she is the queen. In her head this is rationalized by her affection for her swarm, especially considering they give their lives for her. She does not want their sacrifice to be in vain. However, an interesting theory was proposed by a psychologist that had Jonna as a patient. He proposed that Jonna’s bees are an extension of desperate self-preservation and are not individually motivated. That somehow, the swarm and Jonna’s consciousness are linked more like a singular mind rather than the alternative theory of Apis swarm dynamics. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Peace. Although a noble ambition without context, Jonna’s true goal in life, at this moment, is to get to the point to segregate herself from others and live an undisturbed life. The time she is spending now at P.R.C.U was a mandatory step in achieving this peace. An authority to sign off on her moving somewhere warm where she may bask in a radiant sun and a field of flowers. -
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When a Hyper-Gene drastically modifies a human’s structure, the effects may shape the person as well. Jonna’s early memory as a child is absent either by neglected memory or repressed. She does not remember her parents, only that if they were around, they care little enough to track her down. Her earliest memories reach back to only about ten, the start of her time in the orphanage, Dacke Stödboende, located in Mjölby, Sweden. Her time there was not awful, having been well taken care of, but something about it that was isolating. The environment did not foster an openness for Jonna to develop socially and she regressed into herself. She wanted for little and showed no signs of expression, timid to even comply with requests to draw a picture. A psychologist, Lisbeth Palme, believed Jonna had experienced significant trauma in her early childhood that resulted in her being closed off. However, her arrival to Dacke was nothing more than brought in by the police finding her to be an urchin, having been aimlessly wandering the streets of Stockholm.
The first significant improvement in Jonna’s condition came alongside her mutation into her specific Hype-Gene expression. Her anatomical and physiological structures were completely changed in a few weeks due to the extensivity of it. Jonna was bed-ridden from the initial shock but she had no severity of condition. In fact, her body proved incredibly adaptable to the change. Even mentally, the prospect of your body playing host to insects was taken well shortly after Jonna’s realization. This drastic change proved to be a sort of psychological wake-up and Jonna’s seemingly absent existence shifted to focus wholly on the swarm of bees that lived with her.
There were issues with this, however. Her connection with what was essentially herself proved to be quite harming to her relationship with others. She saw no issue with letting her swarm fly freely among the other children and staff at the orphanage. Her power plagued others with fright and any action against her was met with a frenzied retaliation by her and her swarm. She proved caustic to the orphanage and they had to segregate her, reverting her back to preferring a more isolationist mindset. To the credit of the orphanage and staff, they still worked with her patiently to ease her out of being aggressively expansive with her Hyper-Gene. Indeed, she did eventually come to understand that people needed their space, keeping her bees away from others was a start. She was integrated back in with the other children after a few months but there was an uneasy existence truce there. The other children were terrified of her and Jonna made little effort to put herself out there. As their last resort, H.E.L.P was requested to take her case. They did so eagerly.
Jonna spent that last few years of high school under H.E.L.P supervision. She passed allowing her next step to be attendance at P.R.C.U. to help her further integrate with people. She has made a lot of progress but obviously, P.C.R.U would be a big next step.
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H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y ||A N A T O M I C A L H I V E __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||SOMATIC
The Anatomical Hive Hyper-Gene is an interesting study into Esoteric-Somatic form. In essence, Jonna’s Hyper-Gene changes her anatomical and physiological structures to both be and accommodate the Apis mellifera or common European Honey Bee. As for the bees, they appear, by all accounts, like normal honey bees. However, some key differences exist. First, their developmental life cycles, while normally measured in weeks, are now measured in hours with fully adult bees capable of being so only a few hours after birth. Their birth, by the way, is a product of HZE-Ions in the marrow of Jonna’s bones. Their rapid development is reliant upon the HZE-Ion supplying the energy to make it so. At peak conditions, Jonna is capable of housing a swarm of 30,000 bees but conditions for this are scarcely available.
Among this change is the vast network of hexagon comb structures that replace most of Jonna’s organs, namely her muscles. Instead the comb structure is the organ that clings to the bone and skin, forming channels from their many layers to allow bees to travel throughout the internal part of Jonna’s body. The walls of the comb structure house a few physiological pathways that make functioning possible for Jonna, such as the nervous and endocrine systems. Under this new structure, Jonna proves more or less the same on the outside. She still walks, talks, and all without any apparent differences. Her strength and speed are more or less the same as a woman of her weight and height. One notable difference is that she is lighter and able to land with more of a cushion as the honeycomb flexes and moves to provide her the ability to move naturally. One significant difference is that wounds that do not break her bones or target the head, are essentially unfelt. She has no blood in that regards as well. Instead, her reliance is upon the bees to keep her alive.
The bees are vital to Jonna’s existence as they function as a new form of circulatory system and give Jonna life as she knows it. They function as a means to repair and maintain the comb structure of Jonna’s form. They also serve as her protector from harm. Each worker bee is capable of releasing from a special gland, a type of hemoglobin wax that will reseal wounds and recover broken honeycomb structures caused by external damage. Gashes, cuts, and stabbings do not bother Jonna as these can be easily repaired. Bees are directed by an altered endocrine system which functions more as a swarm pheromone under Jonna’s new form. Key relays weave themselves through the honeycomb walls to spread any direction that Jonna provides swiftly to the swarm.
Jonna does not directly share mind with the swarm but can translate pheromone signals she receives back from the bees. The bees, themselves, are capable of understanding and relaying simple messages as one would expect from any regular hive. The bees also generate regular honey and wax.
Additional Note: Development opportunities for this ability are here for suggestion and are not limited to the following:
--Healing others via Bees sealing wounds. May not be provide permanent relief but a way to stop the bleeding in crucial moments. Milestone requirement will be Jonna having a trusted friend that is in peril.
–Signaling with Bees with words or images of the bees arranged in a pattern. Milestone requirement will be Jonna’s participation in team exercises or missions.
–Drone pheromone relay will allow Jonna to rapidly pass pheromone-encoded messages through the use of drones would be a slight upgrade in intelligence compared to the worker bees. Workers will vastly outnumber the drones by 1000:1. Milestone requirement is scientific instruction or some stronger motivation to improve ability.
–Jonna’s own set of insect wings. She’d be able to fly up to 30 mph but this requires some type of mechanic to power up HZE-Ions within her.
L I M I T A T I O N S ||N O T C O N T R O L
Jonna does not control the swarm but directs it. Each individual bee does behavior on its own and at no point can Joanna directly influence a bee to do anything. Everything must be relayed via pheromone messaging. Additionally the bees are only capable of doing what you’d expect of a bee. Joanna cannot make the bees dance, sing, or illustrate elaborate maps. They are bees and have slightly higher intelligence compared to any other swarm of bees.
Additionally swarm reproduction rely on HZE-Ion use. If Jonna reaches her limit on HZE-Ion use then the reproduction of bees approaches days, even weeks of time for fully adult bees to be born. This would balance out, I believe, to Jonna suddenly losing her hive form.
Additionally, enough exposure to EBI or any inhibitor will revert Jonna back to a regular human anatomy temporarily. The makeup of her hive form comprises everything the human body has and the DNA would be able to rewrite under the HZE-Ion reaction to reform. Jonna would pass out and awake an hour or so later as a normal human. If she was not exposed to EBI or any inhibitor for an hour or two, then she’d pass out again and she’d revert back to her hive anatomy.
W E A K N E S S E S ||S M O K E , W A T E R , F I R E, C O L D
Smoke would calm the swarm and make them less responsive. It would also have the side-effect of Jonna nearly passing out and remaining in a rather lax state.
Water would be any body of water that goes past her waist. The swarm would be susceptible to drowning and falling into the water might as well be a death sentence for her. Additionally she does not know how to swim adding to the danger of being submerged past her chest.
Fire would be a means of swiftly eradicating the swarm. There is also the aspect of smoke that can affect the swarm and Jonna. There is a danger of Jonna’s swarm being reduced in number significantly and then being inhibited or introduced to EBI that could be lethal as the bees do make up some of the biological matter she needs.
Cold represents anything just above freezing temperatures as the swarm would be unable to leave Jonna due to the cold. While Jonna can manage in cold weather with the swarm keeping her warm and her keeping the swarm warm, it would be rather miserable.
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It started with the droning sound of insect wings. A familiar hum to Jonna that she knew she wasn’t alone. The sound hadn’t bothered anymore. It meant she wasn’t alone. Her eyes opened softly, her room was still dark with the rising sun barely cresting the horizon to bring just enough light to allow her to see. She turned her head to find the sound of those beating wings. The yellow and black fuzz of the honey bee made her smile, appreciating how adorable her little friend was.
“All ready to wake up and eat? It is barely morning.” She resigned airly with the croak of early morning grogginess. She didn’t want to get up but hungry was a reminder that she, too, needed to eat. She always needed to eat, it seemed. They needed to eat.
She sighed, bringing a hand around to rub at her eyes. “Fiiine.” She gave up, laying there for a moment with her hand covering her eyes. The honeybee landed on the back of her hand gently, stepping lightly across the back of her hand and to the honeycomb hole in her skin where it crawled in.
The room was silent. For a moment. Then the droning sound of wings began in her stomach. The hive was waking and they were all hungry.
A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?
Jonna tensed up.
Nobody approached her, usually and yet this woman did. The alarm had been instinctively raised and the swarm inside her picked up in intensity to a maddening frenzy. They weren’t leaving her yet but they were ready. The woman had instantly recoiled, backing up, afraid. Jonna knew that look. Many would turn to that look when they realized what she was. The woman was without words, as if she couldn’t understand. Nobody did.
Then something surprising happened. The woman reached out grabbing Jonna’s hand. “Please!” She begged, “Please! Help me!”
Jonna flinched. She hadn’t expected it. A few furious bees bore a hole through Jonna’s forearm and began to make low passes over the woman’s head. She didn’t move. She was afraid but more afraid of whatever else was after her.
Jonna looked up, catching just in time to see a group of men step out of a building. Tattoos. Jackets. Weapons. Danger.
Jonna pulled her hand back from the woman and stepped backwards. “Go.” She gestured with her head in a different direction away from those men. She did not wait to see if the woman understood before Jonna turned and ran.
A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?
Loud. Alarm. Danger.
Jonna understood that there was risk to her when the campus would activate the alarms. She was always told to seek shelter when the alarm went off. Even if they were drills, she knew she would not want to be put in danger. People were running but where were they going? To the danger or away?
Unsure. Confusion.
Jonna needed more information so she clenched her fingers. The hum of bees picked up in a frenzy as several poured out of her and zipped about the air. They scattered, spreading across a localized area as Jonna looked around trying to see if she could see the potential threat. She did not want to meet the threat and risk herself and the swarm.
Minutes passed and the swarm had gathered in considerable number outside Jonna now. Others were sent searching but then one bee came back. It landed, exhausted and climbed into Jonna finally sending her a message. Danger that way. She turned, looking at the administration building. No fire. No bang. Something bad, worse than those and it was over there.
She turned, running away from the administration building. She needed to hide and protect them all.
Okay. Too tired to see any errors so I can now rest.
I'm just tired of seeing my notifications say someone posted in PRCU only to have it be a constant back and forth between y'all when there is a Discord server you could be doing that in.
Additionally to help round out the cast and as a thank you for their hard work both in keeping the IC alive and assisting me in guiding players, bouncing ideas and other miscellaneous behind scenes activities, I'm happy to announce the following players will be adding secondary characters:
Please begin populating your completed sheets in the character tab, however, please hold off on immediately posting in the IC as I will create a GM post with Miranda and Jess to introduce Team 78 and bring them all up to speed. After that, we'll begin steering the IC towards the annual 'Team Swap', so everyone will be tasked with deciding to either stay in the team they were accepted as part of or volunteer to mix the cast up and create new teams moving forward.