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It was rare, a moment of peace amidst a war. And yet here, in this tiny pocket of space, the soft babbling of a fountain and the soft singing of violin strings created the illusion of peace. Steam rose off the in-floor pool, stones and verdant flora ringing the marble pool gave the illusion of a Terran spring from ages past. Lavender, chamomile, and lemongrass blended in the pool and rose with the steam and, coupled with the honeyed whiskey settled neatly in an alcove barely an arm’s length away, left the High Inquisitor with ample distance from her daily duties that her Whispers were little more than gentle taps at the back of her mind, rather than the incessant buzzing from her normal life. She smirked as one thought slipped through, the disdain and disregard of one rebel her minions prepared for an interrogation session amusing her.
It wasn’t that she didn’t care for her own kind. It was more that she truly only cared about herself and no one could argue that the Empire was the winning side. The Rebellion was cute, but what would it ever amount to? It hadn’t been able to break the status quo since the Emperor and Lord Thanos neatly tucked the Sol system’s throat under their boot and with all current modeling predictions, wouldn’t ever be able to. Mutants, humans, aliens… the difference didn’t matter. All that mattered was she survived, and she’d slaughter as many life forms as it took to maintain her well deserved commodities. Just because they shared a gene did not endear them to her. They were faceless strangers, and they would be faceless corpses for all she cared.
“High Inquisitor, Brigadier General Hoffman requested an audience.” The music faded away as the AI that served as her personal assistant interrupted her relaxation. Nothing good ever lasted and she sighed, the mechanical bathing assistant whirring to life and approaching the pool with heated towels. “While Brigadier General Hoffman has declined to offer any information to me, a preliminary bioscan suggests he is both pleased and terrified, and is at a high risk of a heart attack.” The Inquisitor shook her head as she stepped from the pool and onto the towel laid out for her, taking the other while she considered.
The Brigadier General approaching her was a strange thing. Being a human, and a mediocre one at that, his resentment and fear rolled off him in waves when any mutant or alien so much as passed by him. Whatever information he held was likely the result of punishment for some mistake. She knew full well the main bulk of the Empire’s authority feared her- she’d spent a lifetime cultivating that fear. So either this information was of the utmost importance and they’d decided only one of Lord Thanos’s pet freaks could handle it, or the pathetic excuse of a man failed at some menial task and this was his punishment. Either way, she decided she was displeased.
She took her time after permitting him entrance into her office’s antechamber. He interrupted her during her personal time, so she wasn’t in any rush to help the little worm. The white dress she chose boasted a gold belt around the waist with a opal center and sleeveless to compliment the high gold collar that rose up to her left ear but smoothed down to the right shoulder, the metallic fibers in the collar acting as a solar charger for the various energy implements she employed in her line of work. A pair of opal earrings followed, both acting as a link to her AI and capable of deploying an opaque face shield, and an opal necklace, bracelet, and anklet, which all acted as deployment points for her energy armor.
Once she was ready, she moved to her office, a comfortable room with only one chair behind her desk that overlooked the Imperial plaza. Various pieces of alien art decorated the walls, each one commissioned after a successful mission, interspersed between bookshelves, system access panels, and a holo-map of the solar system with an array of dots scattered about it. She contemplated how to receive him for a moment before activating her face shield, leaving but a blank white surface. She knew it’d unnerve him.
“Permit the Brigadier General entry.” A moment later, the antechamber door hissed as it slid open, revealing the short, impish brute that interrupted her. She didn’t need to brush his mind to feel his emotions. For an officer in the legions of the Empire, he regulated his expressions poorly. Yet still she reached out, basking in the apprehension and revulsion he felt just by crossing the threshold.
“You certainly took your time, Inquisitor.” Hoffman bit out, clearly holding back whatever it was he wanted to say. It seemed the Brigadier General was wiser than he seemed, though not too much more considering she’d been in his head since she walked into her office and he seemed none the wiser. “I informed your assistant that this intelligence was of the utmost importance and to have you keep me waiting, despite the General themself sending ahead an authorization missive, is basically insubordination! You will remember your position is only granted to you by the grace of Lord―” He balked as she stretched out her hand.
“The files, if you will.” The high Inquisitor demanded, the conversation unnecessary after sifting through the mental pigsty behind Hoffman’s eyes. He clicked his tongue irritably, but withdrew the data unit as requested and placed it in her palm. “Thank you. You are dismissed.” His face turned red at the casual dismissal and although he opened his mouth to argue, nothing came out as his eyes glazed over and she mockingly used two fingers to walk him out of the room. She permitted him his mind back just as the doors shut, just in time for her to chuckle at the intense swearing that slipped through the crack.
She placed the data unit on her desk as she took a seat, the white lines of her AI circling it while the virtual screen appeared and populated a table of context. It would be a few more minutes until Persephony summarized the various contents of the unit and the Inquisitor amused herself by scanning the various highly scientific reports included. Clearly, someone was playing with fire if they thought creating more mutants was the answer to the aggressive regime the Empire maintained.
Finally, Persephone populated her report and the Inquisitor smiled as her face shield vanished. This had been an issue her Whispers brought to her a while back, and to have it placed so nicely in her hands was exactly what she needed to take the next step in her career. “Persephone, cross reference the location of our target with any available Bounty Hunters from the watchlist.” She instructed, as she typed up the job chit. Six names came up, three of them in one group, and a sharp smirk unfurled at the revelation. “Push Dr Haggar's chit to these six. Then, attach the chit to Project Delphi and begin initialization sequences. It’s time to see the rats run the course.”
Job Request Uploading…
Target: Dr. Timian Haggar
Conditions: Alive
Last known location: Titan, moon of Saturn
Reward: 15 million Imperial credits
Drop location: Terran Orbital Station 1441, platform 6-3
The request beeped above the holo-table of the Excelsior, hovering next to the image of the poor target in question. The indicator on the table displayed this was a general job request, a high stake, high reward mission sent out to as many nearby hunters as possible in order to catch the target quickly. With this reward, everyone and their mother was going to hunt this man to the end of the universe and beyond. And if some bounty hunters got shot down in the process, well, the solar system probably wouldn’t mourn them.
Still in hyperspace, finally repaired after a rogue asteroid slammed into the poor, unsuspecting ship, the hyperspace engine hummed softly beneath the mainhold where the holo-table, surrounded by deep comfy chairs and one sofa bolted to the wall, dominated the space. Another section of the room, secured by a bioscanner, boasted a heavy arsenal of weaponry from blasters and a rifle, to good old fashioned knives, and restraints and a few sonic grenades. Various trinkets provided by the three owners of the ship jingled quietly where they were strung along the ceiling of the hold and although the lights in the mainhold were off, a number of crystals strung up by the team glowed in the dark room.
Slowly, the lights in the room flickered to life and the far door from the cockpit hissed as it opened. Danni stretched and yawned, his shirt lifting as he scratched at his stomach. His back was fucking killing him from sitting in the cockpit for the past hour, barely staying awake as he watched the path prediction bullshit. As much as everyone hated sitting in the cockpit during hyperspace jumps, not doing it was how they crashed Excelsior the first time and no one wanted to go back to begging for credits just to get their shift off the damn ground. Why couldn’t the autopilot adjust faster in hyperspace, then he could do better things like sleep, annoy Dee and Princess, or just cuddle. Instead, it was his turn to sit and stare at path projections like he actually knew any of the numbers on the screen other than “Get ready bitch, asteroid in the path!!!!”
The lights beyond the mainhold flickered to life as well, letting the other passengers know there was movement on the deck. A message would display in all the rooms anyway, so that the team would know a job chit hit the holotable. Danni scanned over it wearily, humming as he did. The face slipped away from his mind almost instantly, but he wasn’t the organizer of their operations so it didn’t really matter yet. Instead, he hummed at the reward and the drop off point, making a face at the empire controlled location, and turned to wander further into the ship to find the rest of his criminal pals, but he paused. His groggy brain cleared very slowly, but was very intent on rereading the details of the chit. Danni turned slowly, suddenly very alert as he took in the information. He reread the reward several times.
He started screaming.
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Despite the festivities in the audience chamber, the back passages of the palace were deathly silent. Practiced footsteps left no trace nor sound as he passed, and those few unlucky enough to cross his path chose to see nothing. The long sleeves of his robes concealed the white knuckled grip he had on the scrap of parchment that called him to business.
Ruby in hand.
A sharp turn and a moment’s pause - listening, listening - found a passage grinding open in front of him and, after passing through, the wall shut behind him. He barely paused to acknowledge the man who opened it, and instead hurried down the winding passage. Door after door after door, plain and monotonous and just enough light to keep his footing, passed but little mattered in this moment. Decades passed since he’d last heard the blood roaring in his ears. It wasn’t a coup, but the stakes were just as high.
Light filtered under the last door in the hall. He paused, collected himself and with a deep breath, pushed open one of the many hidden meeting rooms in the palace. Standing at attention as she studied the earth kingdom map pinned against the far wall, one of his most trusted agents waited for him. She didn’t move or falter at his approach and he didn’t acknowledge her either. Instead, he settled behind the desk and brought forward one of the candles. He touched the ragged parchment to the flame and watched as it burned away. Fitting.
He contemplated the woman in front of him. Much like himself, she was eroding. She stood a little shorter, a little thinner, less the immovable mountain and more a daunting cliff face. He supposed the same could be said for himself, but the earth did not yield unless it was truly sundered and neither of them were ready to break just yet.
“The ruby has been acquired. It is time to lay the groundwork for the next phase.” The man retrieved a sealed scroll from the desk and held it out for the woman to take. “Do not deviate. Like moths to a flame they flock, but their size is yet uncertain and so we will take their measure. Be safe, old friend.” With a bow and a twist, she was gone beneath the floor, the earth swallowing her.
Spring - Waxing Moon - Lazhou, Xing Jain
At this point last year, the port town of Lazhou, Xing Jian was a bustling trade port. Visitors from both the Fire Nation and Air Nation left their mark through the blends of fashions and foods that have yet to depart from the port. But where the streets were once filled with people from various places freely intermingling were now mostly bare, the citizens doing their best to keep to themselves with eyes trained firmly ahead. The weariness was heavy on their shoulders and tired eyes, only picking up the pace to avoid certain areas. The ones that thrived were those who were willing to trade with the Earth Kingdom’s army while those who refused were harassed out of their homes. Mercenaries and swordsells were in high demand as protection services were hotly in demand as those that still had their money were determined to keep it at any cost.
The one place few would need a legit reason to go without question would be the bar at the Black Eel Inn. The ones who had finished their hauls were happy to quench their thirst after a day in the sun and others were eager to take some of the tension off with stories. Some were more eager to eat than to drink, others were sitting around and waiting for something. The place was bustling with conversation and laughter, making the troubles of the war seem distant.
In one corner of the lobby sat an old, wooden pai sho board. The old man sat at the board had craned his neck over so much he looked like he could fall onto it at any moment, grayed eyebrows knit together as his shaky hands hovered over the red boat tile. He grinded his teeth, stressed by his predicament as his eyes darted to his younger opponent. Her white and black robe rested over her brown shirt and black pants, long, brown hair resting on her back. She was much calmer, her cheek perched on her hand as she watched him.
“Don’t rush me,” The old man spat.
She opened her mouth to let out a yawn, her free hand waving in dismissal. “Everything comes to those who wait,” She murmured.
“You’re starting to sound like Old Man Bido. Keep that up, and you’ll end up like him with his dead-end fishery!” He huffed as he moved his hand to another tile.
The woman stifled another yawn, her green eyes roaming away from her opponent, though she hesitated as she noticed an Earth Kingdom soldier running past the inn. A strange sight at this time of day, especially as he decided not to stop by for a drink. She almost dismissed it before an entire retinue of soldiers ran by in a hurry. The direction they were heading in bode ill as well.
She straightened up considerably at the sight, hastily gathering her belongings before moving the old man’s hands onto the red boat tile and moving her own. “Next time, prioritize your defense, you left yourself open,” She advised, snatching up her pouch before making her way out of the inn.
Sure enough, the soldiers were heading in the direction of the Knotweed Fishery. The first had remained outside, shooing away any that decided to loiter. As the number of soldiers gathered, a middle aged man dressed in green stepped out of the building, crossing his arms as the soldiers gathered around. He looked more irritated than worried, watching as the first soldier approached him.
“We’ve received information that you’re harboring fugitives, Bido!” The soldier announced.
“Fugitives? You think even those desperate sods would want to hang around fish of all things?” Bido scoffed. “Stop looking for problems where there aren’t any and scram!”
The soldier looked back at the others and nodded. A majority of them stepped forward, getting into a ready stance. “If you don’t have anything to hide, then you won’t mind if we check.”
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Achronum The Pyro
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Danny Kingston
Location: Framework, BG3
Skills: Pyrokinesis, Hotshot
“‘ey, Spicy came out alright! I got ‘im a new coat and everyt'in’!” Danni protested, annoyed that they were digging into ancient history. Percy was never in any danger. And Danni intended to drive that point home but the scene changed again. Danni rolled his eyes as they settled in.
“Arcade, t'is little scene shift is cool once but twice so quickly is… uninspired, ‘onestly.” Danni shook his head, crossing his arms. Though, upon looking around for the rest of his friends…
“Omg, y'all look so cool! Arcade, t’e character design, flawless. Almost makes up for t’e borin’ level change mechanic! I gotta take a pic, Dee would def wanna see Spicy like t'is. Let me just find…” Danni patted down his pockets but paused as he realized his hands were a little different. Red scales covered his fingers and ran up his arms, and he immediately lost interest in taking a picture of everyone and instead focused trying to look at all of himself. Scales were everywhere he patted. Danni was stunned.
“Guys, guys, guys. I’m gunna freak out ‘ere. All t'is work, all t'ese years of skin care and everything is fuckin’ covered by scales? T'is so fuckon’ cool!!! I'm a dragon!” Danni cheered as his turn rolled around. He skirted around the edge if the room and took arm, bracing himself as he let loose a cone of flames towards the imps, cheering again as one caught flame and collapsed. He pouted as His other attempts failed but hey, at least he got one!
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HotShot
Ability Scores
Melee 0 | Agility 4 | Resilience 2 | Vigilance 2 | Ego 4 | Logic -1 |
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Defense Scores
Melee 10 | Agility 14 | Resilience 12 | Vigilance 12 | Ego 14 | Logic 9 |
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Damage
Melee d6 x 2 + 0 | Agility d6 x 4 + 4 | Ego d6 x 2 + 4 | Logic d6 x 2 -1 |
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Extra Info
Rank 2 | Health (30 x Resilience) 60 | Focus (30 x Vigilance) 60 | Karma 2 | Damage Reduction N/A |
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Biography
Full Name: Daniel Kingston
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 17
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown - Dyes it black
Distinguishing Features: N/A
Origin: Mutant
Team: Excelsior
Base: Avengers Academy
Alignment: Chaotic good
Hobbies: Cooking, Dancing, Gossiping
History
The adopted son of James and Casper Kingston, Danny was never a child without love. Although born in Genosha, his earliest memories are of New Orleans after James and Casper moved there following the collapse of Genosha. Pops worked at an auto shop, the strong order of oil caked into Danny’s early memories, and baby Danny was always dazzled and amazed at the outfits his Pape put on and the glitter, shimmer, and glamor of his shows. He remembers sometimes when Papa would be him because Pops had a guest at home and he always terrorized the backstage areas if they had one, wearing Papa’s feather boas and shoes even if they were too big. And when Pops would come pick him up, the half hearted scolding was seconds before the fond sigh, the quiet click of the camera, and a kiss on the forehead.
Although he was an only child, and he made sure to milk that he was with, Dorian was such a constant presence in his life, he felt like a sibling rather than just a friend. They’d watch Saturday morning cartoons, playing superheroes as their favorite show, She-ra and the Princess of Power, played in the background. When Danny whined at his parents to put him in dance classes so he could be a performer like Papa, his first solo performance was danced to the theme song and he demanded Dorian be there.
Of course, Danny was an impulsive wreck, moving through interests like clothes. One week it was painting, the next it was roller skating, and the cycle continued until he stumbled into cooking. The truth of the matter was, his family wasn’t known for their cooking skills. Pops had picked some up to feed the family and Papa wasn’t allowed in the kitchen unsupervised after the cupcake incident but sometimes Danny was craving a specific food and when he was, everything else was terrible and deserved to be trashed because it wasn’t the food so he decided he learn how to do it himself. As is expected when a 10 year old decides to cook without consulting his parents, the end result was an absolute mess but Danny had a blast through the entire process, even when half of it ended up on the wall. He was then also promptly banned from being in the kitchen unsupervised but got that lifted as he grew into the art.
Before his mutation presented itself, he planned to become a chef with his own shows and restaurants. He started his own Filterella, KingstonsKitchen, and grew it into a Snikt! and has a decent following that he likes to randomly pop on live with. He also posts random updates about his day under #shitIdo for easy filtering because he likes to and he finds it fun to include more people in his life (hear about how awesome and pretty he is).
Although he knew his family was wary about the x-men, he was always a little jealous when Dorian talked about his time there. He got to go to a hero school and Danny was stuck in normal New Orleans. They’d had dreams of being superheroes together when they were kids but between Danny’s struggle to stick with his interests, Pop’s general disapproval of superheroes, and a million flashier, easier things to get into, the interest faded until F-Day. His powers presented before Dorian’s and the old dream of theirs seemed realistic again. Sure he teased Dorian about getting powers first and sure he had to twist Pop’s arm to get him to agree (James barely lasted a day of tears and the cold shoulder before he relented) but with their approval, Dorian and Danny headed to Avenger’s Academy, bright eyed and bushy tailed, together.
Yes, it was hard and yes, it was a culture shock and yes, he called his parents sobbing to come pick him up because he missed home more times than he could count on one hand, but now, he's fully committed to rocking this Superhero thing. Superheroics are super interesting, the normal classes are bearable, and getting to set things on fire and looking fly as fuck doing it was right up his alley. Kicking butt in the Contest of Champions and taking top spot would just be the perfect thing to take home to Pops and show him this was exactly where Danny was supposed to be.
Personality
A difficult one to stay mad at for long, Danni is a highly energetic, fun loving, touchy feely golden retriever. He makes friends as easily as he breathes, and he attaches quickly and deeply with little more than a few days' time. He bounces rather than walks, sings rather than talks, and finds something to enjoy in every situation. He can make sunshine out of rain clouds and always has a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold, and a conversation to ease away the sting of all the unpleasantness life brings. He's silly and ditzy, seemingly directionless at times, but he cares deeply for those around him.
Of course, he isn't all fun and games. Danni's emotional state can fluctuate wildly, especially when he feels like he isn't being included or appreciated. He is used to being able to command all the attention at home, doted on left and right by his parents and family, but handles rejection, real or perceived, very poorly. He's the waterworks kind of kid, rather than the feet stomping, ground pounding kind, and he'll start sniffling if he even gets an inkling someone might tell him no. He is demanding of people's time, rarely pausing to consider that maybe not everyone likes a gangly teenager in their lap yapping away at a mile an hour, and rarely respects people's personal boundaries, always pushing, pushing, pushing until something snaps.
Traits
- Signature Attack: Elemental Blast (Hotshot) - Danni has spent two years training his control over his Hotshot, giving him an edge when making an attack with it.
- Clueless - Danni's difficulty to focus on any one thing often leaves him vulnerable. He has trouble on Vigilance checks to spot hidden or invisible things. Enemies have an edge of Agility checks to sneak near or past him.
- Quick Learner - If Danni fails an action check, he has an edge on the check if he tries the same action again on his next turn.
Tags
- Hounded
- Heroic
- Linguist: French
- Mental health condition (ADHD, PTSD)
- Mentor (Ser Nemo)
- Obligation: School
- X-Gene
- Young
Powers
Basic Powers:
- Flight I: Danni soars into the sky.
- Prerequisites: None
- Duration: Permanent
- Effect: Danni can fly. His combat flight speed is equal to his rank times his Run Speed. outside of combat, they can move at three times his Flight Speed.
- Accuracy 1: Danni is an ace with ranged attacks.
- Prerequisites: None
- Duration: Permanent
- effect: Danni adds +1 to his Agility damage multiplier, and they gain a +1 bonus to Agility checks other than attacks.
- Accuracy 2: Danni is a sharpshooter.
- Prerequisites: None
- Duration: Permanent
- effect: Danni adds +2 to his Agility damage multiplier, and they gain a +2 bonus to Agility checks other than attacks.
Elemental Control (Fire):
- Special Effects triggered by a fantastic success -
- Fire: Sets target ablaze, dealing 5 Health at the end of each of the target's turn.
- Elemental Burst (Fire): Danni Hotshots an enemy.
- Prerequisites: None
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Instant
- Range: 10 Spaces
- Effect: Danni makes a ranged attack against an enemy in line of sight. If the attack is a success, it inflicts regular damage. On a fantastic success, the enemy takes double damage instead and the elemental type's special effect.
- Elemental Blast (Fire): Danni hurls a fireball.
- Prerequisites: Elemental Burst, Rank 2
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Instant
- Range: 10 Spaces
- Cost: 5 or more focus
- Effect: Danni makes a ranged attack with an edge against an enemy in line of sight. For this attack, add +1 to the character's Agility damage bonus for every 2 points of focus they spend. On a success, an affect target takes that total damage. on a fantastic success, an affected target takes double that total damage and suffers the elemental type's special effect.
- Elemental Barrier (Fire): Danni conjures a wall of fire.
- Prerequisites: Elemental Blast, Rank 2
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Concentration
- Cost: 5
- Effect: Danni forms a wall of fire within his line of sight and up to 10 spaces away per rank. This covers up to 2 spaces across (vertically/horizontally) per rank. Danni makes an Agility check and compares the results against the Agility defense of any target in the affected spaces. On a success, Danni chooses which side of the barrier the target winds up on. On a failure, the target chooses. On a Fantastic success, the target suffers the element's special effect too.
Attacks against the barrier are against Danni's Ego defense. Any attacks against it that do 10 points of damage or less are instantly absorbed, and the barrier continues. If an attack does more than 10 points of damage, it destroys the barrier. Either way, the attack leaves those behind the barrier unharmed.[e
- Elemental Protection 1 (Fire): Danni envelopes himself in fire.
- Prerequisites: Elemental Barrier, Rank 2
- Action: Standard or Reaction
- Trigger: The character is attacked or otherwise in danger.
- Duration: Concentration
- Cost: 5 Focus
- Effect: Danni protects himself with fire. Any attacks against him that do 10 points of damage or less are instantly absorbed, and the protection continues. If an attack does more than 10 points of damage, it destroys the protection. Either way, Danni remains unharmed.
- Elemental Prison (Fire): Danni envelopes enemies in a dome of fire.
- Prerequisites: Elemental Barrier, Rank 2
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Concentration
- Cost: same as Danni's Elemental Protection power.
- Effect: Danni picks a point within their line of site and traps any chosen targets within up to 5 spaces times his rank in a fiery prison. The character makes an Ego check against the targets' Agility defense inside the spaces. On each success, Danni traps the target inside the perimeter. On a fantastic success, targets suffer full damage and the element's special effects too.
Attacks against the barrier are against Danni's Ego defense. Any attacks against the prison are absorbed as if against Danni's Elemental Protection power. If an attack does more damage than Danni's Elemental Protection power can absorb, it destroys the prison but no one inside is harmed.
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Achronum The Pyro
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Jotunn
Ability Scores
Melee 4 | Agility 1 | Resilience 3 | Vigilance 1 | Ego 1 | Logic 0 |
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Defense Scores
Melee 14 | Agility 11 | Resilience 13 | Vigilance 11 | Ego 11 | Logic 10 |
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Damage
Melee d6 x 4 + 4 | Agility d6 x 2 + 1 | Ego d6 x 2 + 1 | Logic d6 x 2 + 0 |
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Extra Info
Rank 2 | Health (30 x Resilience) 90 | Focus (30 x Vigilence) 60 | Karma 2 | Damage Reduction 2 |
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Biography
Full Name: Leah Rose Jordan
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 16
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 198lbs
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown and slightly curly... And weirdly coarse.
Distinguishing Features: She has multiple scars in random places all over her arms, back and chest. Most of them are old.
Origin: Mutant
Team:
Base: Avengers Academy
Alignment: Chaotic good
Hobbies: Boxing, traveling and reading
History
Mayra Pavon was born in southern Arizona as the child of a very bad man. Her life was relatively simple for most of her early childhood, except for her father being away on business trips a lot. Mayra's mother was a high school teacher, and her father was allegedly an account and lawyer for a large corporation. In hindsight, how he managed to do both seemed unbelievable, but neither was true. By the time Mayra reached the age of 12, her father had told her about his secret life, and her mutant genetics. He ran a test on her in his secret lab years ago, and planned for that day. Carlos Pavon told his daughter than he, too, was a mutant who went by the name Imperator. He was gifted with superhuman intellect, and had found a way to build things no other person could by applying this power to the field of engineering.
Imperator was a high-profile mercenary who worked for people he did not disclose to Mayra, and wanted to bring her under his wing. His reasons were varied, but one of them was to teach her to control her new abilities. Mayra wasn't given a choice, and so for the next two years, she was trained extensively in close-quarters combat by a man who could outthink her every move five minutes in advance. It was painful, being knocked on her ass every time she attempted to make a single swing on him, and it put a massive strain on her relationship with both Imperator and her mother, who believed she was simply away with her father on business trips. She never fully understood why things had to be this way, and she eventually rebelled against him in an act of rage.
One day when she was home, she confessed everything to her mother. Mayra told her everything, about her being a mutant, about the so-called training, even about Imperator's workshop. Unsurprisingly, she didn't believe most of that, but it didn't matter in the end, because Carlos Pavon came home just in time. When his wife questioned him, he didn't even react before he shot her. The whole house fell in on them. Imperator was a superhuman genius, but in his own hubris he failed to account for the possibility that Mayra's training had been more productive than he realized. There is nothing left of that house but a veritable mountain of stone and rubble.
She ran, and ran, and ran.
The rest is somewhat blurry in her mind, but she walked through the Arizona deserts for hours on her own, before eventually flying away on a rock when she came down from the emotional rollercoaster of watching her mother bleed out, and possibly burying her father alive. Mayra eventually found the Avenger's Academy, and used the opportunity to live a different life than what was destined for her. All she hopes now is that no one uncovers her history, or digs into legal records to see if her name is Leah or Mayra.
Personality
Leah has always been somewhat tough to read. She often prefers to just deal with problems the hard way and not make any attempt to convey how the feels. Letting people in or opening up is hard for Leah, because she feels weak and insecure when others have to go out of their way to tend to her. Leah regularly puts on a brave face and treats herself like she's invincible. Not out of arrogance, but out of a desire to be as little of a burden to those around her as possible, and because she has unresolved, bitter feelings towards his past that she doesn't want others to know about. None of that means she doesn't care about others, though. In fact, Leah can be viscerally protective of others who are in a position where they can't protect themselves. The victimized, the weak, and wounded are people she feels great sympathy for.
Beneath that stony exterior is a girl who feels conflicted towards herself. Deep down, Leah knows she can't deny where she came from, but refuses to acknowledge this and buries any trace of her home. Leah craves the act of living her own idea of being untouchable, she wants to be the strongest person in the world and build the highest walls because she's afraid of what could come back to haunt her. At the same time, Leah wants to be close to her friends, as much as possible, so she can be a part of their lives and be there for them when they may or may not need help. Even if she won't admit it to anyone, Leah is stuck between her insecurities and her own compassion for others. This can sometimes lead to self-destructive tendencies in which she exhausts herself to help people, but refuses to let them do anything in return.
Traits
- Abrasive: Leah rubs people the wrong way. She has trouble on Ego checks when persuading someone to help her, but an edge on Ego checks when trying to intimidate someone.
- Battle Ready: Leah is always mentally ready for battle, getting an extra 30 focus.
- Quick Learner: If Leah fails an action check, they gain an edge on the check if they try the same action gain on her next turn.
Tags
- Heroic
- Hounded
- Linguist: Spanish
- Mentor (?)
- Obligation (School)
- Supernatural
- Young
Powers
Basic Powers:
- Brawling: Leah is hard to hit.
- Prerequisites: None
- Duration: Permanent
- Effect: Leah can use her Melee defense score against Agility attacks too.
- Mighty 1: Leah is superhumanly strong.
- Prerequisites: None
- Duration: Permanent
- Effect: Leah is treated as one size bigger for lifting, carrying, and throwing things. She also adds +1 to her Melee damage multiplier, and she gains a +1 bonus to Melee checks other than attacks.
- Mighty 2: Leah could lift a bus.
- Prerequisites: Mighty 1, Rank 2
- Duration: Permanent
- Effect: Leah is treated as two sizes bigger for lifting, carrying, and throwing things. She also adds +2 to her Melee damage multiplier, and she gains a +2 bonus to Melee checks other than attacks.
- Sturdy 1: Leah has protection from physical damage.
- Prerequisites: None
- Duration: Permanent
- Effect: Leah's body is so sturdy that she has Health Damage Reduction 1.
- Sturdy s: Leah has protection from physical damage.
- Prerequisites: Sturdy 1, Rank 2
- Duration: Permanent
- Effect: Leah's body is so sturdy that she has Health Damage Reduction 2.
Super Strength:
- Clobber: Leah's pummels her foe with enough force to knock them flat.
- Prerequisites: None
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Instant
- Effect: Leah makes a close attack. If the attack is a success, the enemy takes regular damage. On a fantastic success, the enemy takes double damage and is knocked prone.
- Smash: SMASH!
- Prerequisites: Clobber, Rank 2
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Instant
- Cost: 5 or more focus
- Effect: Leah makes a close attack with an edge. For this attack, add +1 to Leah's Melee damage bonus for every 2 points of focus she spends. On a success, an affect target takes that total damage. On a fantastic success, an affected target takes double that total damage and is stunned for one round.
Elemental Control (Earth):
- Special Effects triggered by a fantastic success -
- Earth: Target moves at half speed for one round.
- Elemental Burst (Earth): Leah fires off a boulder.
- Prerequisites: None
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Instant
- Range: 10 Spaces
- Effect: Leah makes a ranged attack against an enemy in line of sight. If the attack is a success, it inflicts regular damage. On a fantastic success, the enemy takes double damage instead and the elemental type's special effect.
- Elemental Barrier (Earth): Leah raises a wall of earth.
- Prerequisites: Elemental Burst, Rank 2
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Concentration
- Cost: 5
- Effect: Leah forms a wall of earth within her line of sight and up to 10 spaces away per rank. This covers up to 2 spaces across (vertically/horizontally) per rank. Leah makes an Agility check and compares the results against the Agility defense of any target in the affected spaces. On a success, Leah chooses which side of the barrier the target winds up on. On a failure, the target chooses. On a Fantastic success, the target suffers the element's special effect too.
Attacks against the barrier are against Leah's Ego defense. Any attacks against it that do 10 points of damage or less are instantly absorbed, and the barrier continues. If an attack does more than 10 points of damage, it destroys the barrier. Either way, the attack leaves those behind the barrier unharmed.
- Elemental Grab (Earth): Leah snares an enemy in earth.
- Prerequisites: Elemental Burst, Rank 2
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Concentration
- Range: Varies
- Cost: 5
- Effect: Leah makes an Ego attack against a target's Melee defense within 5 spaces times Leah's rank. If the attack is a success Leah grabs the target with Earth. On a fantastic success, the target is pinned and suffers the element's special effect. Breaking free requires a successful Melee check against target number 20.
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Poltergeist
Ability Scores
Melee 1 | Agility 0 | Resilience 2 | Vigilance 3 | Ego 2 | Logic 2 |
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Defense Scores
Melee 11 | Agility 10 | Resilience 12 | Vigilance 13 | Ego 12 | Logic 12 |
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Damage
Melee d6 x 2 + 1 | Agility d6 x 2 | Ego d6 x 2 + 2 | Logic d6 x 2 + 2 |
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Extra Info
Rank 2 | Health (30 x Resilience) 60 | Focus (30 x Vigilence) 90 | Karma 2 | Damage Reduction N/A |
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Biography
Full Name: Dorian Stephen Gray
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 17
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 170lbs
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brunette
Distinguishing Features: Left Ear Pierced
Origin: Mutant
Team: Excelsior
Base: Avengers Academy
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hobbies: Gaming, Foodie, Traveling, Pranking
History
Life wasn't exactly normal for Dorian, especially towards the beginning. It's hard to recall his earliest memories, but if he thinks hard on them he always remembers a silhouetted man holding him and singing to him as an odd colored light surrounded them both. Later on in his years Dorian would learn that those earliest memories were of Max, his dad, using his magic to make his way home after grueling missions just to be able to put him to bed and say goodnight. While Max was away on missions his Appa, Ben, would always make sure to stay as present within his life as possible. The house they lived in was always warm and lively, and Appa made sure that Dorian felt as though he belonged.
Appa, ofcourse, was the stricter of the two. Always trying to teach him life lessons while his Dad simply wanted to have fun and enjoy what little time he had with his kid. At an early age Appa tried getting him to play a sport, to be normal whatever that meant. He rolled his eyes at the idea of football, didn't much care for track, tennis, or even soccer. But if he had to pick one he'd settled for baseball. The uniforms were cute enough, and it didn't involve as much running. So he was fine with it. The real joy came from seeing his parents' face light up everytime he hit the field. Win or lose they always supported him.
Years would pass and he lived next door to the Kingston's, knowing them as his second family and viewing Danni as his own brother. When he reached 7 years of age, Dorian was invited to come back with his Dad to Xavier's School. Ben wasn't exactly fond of the idea. No, to say that would be a massive understatement. The night the idea was brought up, Dorian was supposed to be asleep in his room. But as kids tended to do, he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He snuck out of his room, wanting to see if he could sleep with his dads, but as he rounded the corner towards their room he heard yelling. Muffled by the thick wooden doors of their home, but it was clear the subject matter was him and the school. Tears welled in his eyes as he quickly and quietly made his way back towards his room.
He had no powers to speak of and his Dad was still busy with the X-Men, but here he could learn, start school, and be closer to Max. Ben and Uncle Casper, had told him stories of this place, of his father Xavier and how horrible the man was. Dorian wasn't sure what to do. The following weeks were quiet in the household, facades placed before him as they pretended to be fine. Finally he spoke up. He wanted to be at Xaviers. He's spent so much time around other normal kids, he wanted to be around mutants for a change, even if the idea scared him a little.
When they arrived Dorian clung to his dad's pant leg as he entered, prompting Max to pick him up and carry him on his shoulders as they made their way through the expanse of a mansion.
It was different for Dorian, children and mutants running all around him and learning to control their powers while he was merely here to learn the basics. It was about this time that Dorian had begun to romanticize heroism and sword fighting. He waited for the day that they would visit the Kingston's each week, the adults getting together to talk about whatever it was they spoke of and him and Danni could sit in front of the television and watch their weekly show of She-Ra. It lit a fire in him and made him understand why his father did what he did even if it was with the X-Men. To be a hero, to save the world, and to know that even they have flaws and can be anyone, it spoke to Dorian in a way that he hardly understood. How any ordinary person could be a hero. So he studied the sword, he mimicked fighting techniques off the show, and most importantly he had his best friend and brother alongside him to fight crime with. It was just like the theme song said 'with mighty sword and flame we'll never fail you when you call our name.'
That was when another one of Appas life lessons came in. One day, after years at the academy, he had decided to take him somewhere private. Somewhere personal to him. It was his very own grave. There was a bit of heaviness to Dorian's chest, the idea that he was staring at the grave of his own Appa who stood right beside him. He wanted him to promise that he would be careful, to be safe. He needed to see just how dangerous being a hero truly was. And while Dorian had agreed to it, he didn't fully understand at that age, nor does he now. After all, Appa died before the Mutant Circuit, before his family was capable of bringing others back to life. To him, much like any other kid his age, he was invincible. But he'd never tell his parents that.
Dorian learned, and grew, spending most of his time at Xavier's and until he hit the age of 13. Life got a little weird there, he developed powers, found out he had the x-gene, and scared the crap out of his parents. That was the first time that Max had taken him and Ben to an old library, asked Doctor Strange and Wong for access to books on Astral Projection, and spent a majority of his time learning and teaching Dorian about his powers, the dangers, and ways to control them. Strange was...well strange. It was like Dorian's father was a different person around him, and it showed him a new side of his father he never got to see. But his childhood wasn't all study and practice, there were days, sometimes weeks, that Max would have off and even if he looked tired he would always come with a surprise. Family trips to Disney with the Mutant Underground, and those his father had met along the way of his life, impromptu vacations to Italy, Spain, Rome and more even as James protested.
Dorian was never a kid with wants. When your father has the power of magic, and can take you across the planet in less than a second of time then the world is quite literally your oyster. He always loved the trips with just the three of them, four if they could convince the Kingston's to allow Danni to come with. Dorian had heard tales of Max's...mishaps in his younger years, but that seemed so far ago and it always made him chuckle to see them all flustered with his dad's random worldwide trips. Sometimes they would just pop in with me, barely tell Uncle James, leave with Danni, then return less than a minute later having asked us to get the most touristy clothes we could find while gone. When we'd pop back to the Kingston's place we'd have large sunglasses, a splotch of sunscreen on our nose, and bright noisy clothes, it was one of the times Dorian could hear his father just laugh at the chaos and look on their faces. Sadly those Vacations would have to wait till summer once he turned 14, but it was a happy kind of sad.
Though Dorian couldn't see his family as often, he still had Danni. They got accepted to Avengers Academy (AA if you were one of the cool kids) and it was everything that they had worked for. Dee and Danni taking on the world and becoming heroes! There were...a few incidents where dad had to come in. Apparently the school didn't like it when someone possessed the lockers doors and flung them all open to scare other students. Or when someone snuck out of their room because it was too quiet. Really most of Dorians pranks were frowned upon, but someone had to livin' up the place, and a few of those pranks were just great pogger moments. Now its Junior year and its time to see what more they could learn about heroism and combat!
Personality
Dorian tries to be the life of the party. Alongside his best friend Danni, he never wants to let a moment die, trying to keep up the momentum and live life to the fullest. Ofcourse, all of that is pretty easy when your father has the ability to create things on a whim and your uncles command death and life respectively. Dorians never needed to consider any consequences because as far as he has been concerned there never were any. It's this sort of mindset that has lead to his more reckless behavior and allowed him to become quite the devious Prankster. After all within his first year at AA, Dorian spent a massive amount of time out in the field. Not caring for the physical education portion of his lectures, he decided to toss bird feed into the field and blow a whistle every day to call upon some pigeons. After a months of preparation when it came to the annual track meet, the coach blew the whistle only to have an insurmountable amount of pigeons flock down towards the fields and create utter chaos.
Dorian isn't all pranks and chaos however. He cares deeply for his friends and would do anything he can to help them. After all if he's learned anything from bith TV and real life, it's that the bonds you form along the way are what end up mattering the most in the end. He values loyalty and comradery amongst all else, and believes that friends shouldn't keep things from each other because it's the easiest way to allow a wedge to tear them apart. Though he's very doubtful that anything could ever tear him and his bestie apart.
Traits
- Signature Attack (Disrupt Person) - Dorian makes this attack with an edge.
- Surprising Power (Possession) - Dorian ignores rank and origins when selecting this power.
- Signature Attack (Possession) - Dorian makes this attack with an edge.
Tags
- Heroic
- Hounded
- Mentor (Ser Nemo)
- Obligation (School)
- Signature Weapon (Sword?)
- Sorcerous
- X-Gene
- Young
Powers
Possession:
- Phase Self: Dorian can become as intangible as a ghost.
- Prerequisites: None
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Concentration
- Effect: Dorian and his clothing become intangible and can move through anything as if it wasn't there. Nothing can physically affect him, nor can he affect anything that is not phasing with him.
- Phase Walk: Dorian can walk on air.
- Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
- Duration: Concentration
- Focus: 5
- Effect: When phasing, Dorian can move in any direction as can anyone or anything phasing along with him.
- Quick Phase: Dorian can become as intangible as a ghost in an instant.
- Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
- Action: Reaction
- Trigger: The character is attacked.
- cost: 5 focus
- Duration: Concentration
- Effect: The character and their clothing instantly become intangible.
- Partial Phase: Dorian can me a portion of himself tangible or intangible.
- Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Concentration
- Cost: 5 Focus
- Effect: Dorian can make any portion of his body and clothing tangible or intangible.
- Disrupt Person: Dorian can hurt someone with his phasing powers.
- Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 3
- Action: Standard
- Duration: instant
- Cost: 10 Focus
- Effect: Dorian and his clothing become intangible and can move through anything as if it wasn't there. Nothing can physically affect him, nor can he affect anything that is not phasing with him.
- Disrupt Electronics: Dorian can scramble electronics by moving through them.
- Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
- Action: Standard
- Duration: instant
- Cost: 5 Focus
- Effect: Dorian can scramble electronics when he moves through them while phasing, causing them to shut down or crash. In the case of Tech Reliant powers, they are unusable for one round while they reboot.
Magic (Demonic Set):
- Possession: Dorian takes over someone else's body.
- Homebrewed Power , Changed Agility defense to a contested check.
- Prerequisites: Cursed, Rank 5.
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Concentration
- Cost: 20 Focus
- Effect: On the first possession attempt, Dorain makes an Ego check with trouble against an Ego check of the target with trouble. On a success, Dorian takes over the the target's body completely. On a failure, further attempts of possession do not give the target trouble.
Dorian's Ego Defense is the target number for any checks to end the possession.
If Dorian attempts to harm someone with the possessed body, the target gets to make an Ego check to end the possession. If the target has the Heroic tag, they gain an edge.
If Dorian attempts to harm the possessed body, the target gets an edge on the check. If they have the Heroic tag, they get a double edge.
Telekenetic:
- Telekinetic Manipulation: Dorian can handle physical things with his mind.
- Prerequisites: None
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Concentration
- range: Varies
- Effect: Dorian can manipulate objects in line of sight with his mind. His maximum range is 5 spaces x rank. If someone would prevent Dorian from taking control of an object, Dorian makes a Logic check against their Agility defense.
- Telekinetic Attack: Dorian can punch or choke somebody with his mind.
- Prerequisites: Telekinetic Manipulation, Rank 2
- Action: Standard
- Duration: Concentration
- Range: Varies
- Cost: 5 focus
- Effect: Dorian makes a Logic attack against the Melee defense of a target within 5 spaces times rank. If is is a success, it inflicts regular damage. On a Fantastic Success, the damage si doubled instead, and the target is stunned for one round.
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August Perlman
Character Overview
Name: August Perlman
Alias: Depression
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Powers: Symbiote - August was infected with the symbiote Depression, giving him access to the following:
- Super Strength
- Pseudopod Generation
- Danger Dense
- Healing Factor
Personality Traits:
Goofy ~ Gullible ~ Friendly ~ Anxious ~ Energetic ~ Airheaded
Summary:
August was used to doing clinical trials here and there for the odd bit of coin. Anything to help put food on the table besides his dead end job in corporate America. Besides, the pills they usually gave weren't half bad either. So when a new company had reached out about a trial, he hopped right in. It was a multi day process, screening and vetting everyone who would be allowed in. Finally he was brought into a room, large, real sterile type shit. Various glass tubes and strange boxes lined shelves and tables, with some odd cylindrical tanks against the wall.
It was far more advanced than any one he'd done before, but nothing he couldn't handle he figured. He was placed inside a tank, another boy in the one to the right of him. Trails began, and not much had happened. Then, his neighbors tank went dark, pitch black kind of dark. August began to wonder if his would too, until the tank exploded. The blast was enough to free most of the subjects, but so close to August it sent him flying into a shelf on the wall. A strange multicolored viscous slime was released from the impact, and August was covered in shards of broken glass. One minute he was blacking out, the next the slime was gone, and then suddenly all his wounds were gone.
The blonde kid ravaged the scientists and August just wanted to get away, a voice in his head speaking to him about insane things and hunger. Just when he thought he'd gotten out, a white van pulled up and captured him and a few others. Next thing he knew he was at C.A.G.E. talking about Depression and getting Bupropium as a daily additive to his meals. Which certainly helps keep his Depression happy.
Depression
Character Overview
Name: Depression
Alias: N/A
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unnecessary
Powers:
- Super Strength
- Enhanced Reflexes
- Enhanced Durability
- Danger Sense
- Healing Factor
- Pseudopod generation
- Toxin production: Depression’s claws inject a toxin that induces lethargy and emotional instability over time, quickening with repeated doses until it's target is paralyzed physically and emotionally.
Personality Traits:
Curious ~ Impulsive ~ Friendly ~ Protective ~ Intelligent ~ Opportunistic
Summary:
Born of Venom, Depression has only known the inside of its containment facility for its whole life, starving and lonely. When experimentation at the facility started and experienced catastrophic failure, it gave Depression the opportunity to slide into the perfect host: August Perlman. Shifted to C.A.G.E. shortly after, Depression has experienced a life of luxury, meals twice a day and a constant stream of new experiences daily. Still, Depression wants to know the feeling of stretching their legs and regular meals won't keep them satisfied for long.
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[color=???]Fears:[/color] What are they afraid of? At least 3 things!
[color=???]Dreams:[/color] What does your character aspire to? 1 required, more encouraged!
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[color=???]Regrets:[/color] If your character could do it all again, what would they do differently? What haunts them? 1 required, more encouraged!
[color=???]Coping Strategies:[/color] At least 1! When things get tough, how does your character deal with it? Remember, they went through a LOT of trauma. A lot of these characters may be addicted, in one way or another.
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[/color][color=???]Powers and Feats:[/color] This is the character at the height of their powers. Please add new powers here! GM reserves the right to say no if they're too OP.
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[color=???]New Knowledge:[/color] 10 skills that they have picked up since the destruction of AA.
[color=???]Signature Moves:[/color] No more than 3. When your character applies their skills/powers in that manner, they will get a bonus.
[color=???]Weaknesses:[/color] Minimum 3. What would cause your character to become undone? To lose focus? Are they super allergic to porgs? Would seeing an old friend shatter them?
[color=???]Medical Issues/Injuries:[/color] Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. This includes physical and mental ones.
[color=???]Important Possessions:[/color] Limited to 10 spots. These are the things you cannot leave behind. We can assume everyone has, like, clothes and stuff on them. This is more those important items that keep you sane.
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[color=???]Year One:[/color] Minimum 1 paragraph describing what was going on for the character during the first year of Ultron's rule. History
[/color][color=???]Year Ten:[/color] Minimum 1 paragraph describing what was going on for the character during the first ten years of Ultron's rule.
[color=???]Core Memories:[/color]
- List out the critical moments in your character's life over these 10 years - these will be things that would be great to do as collabs/posts!
[color=???]Their Endgame:[/color] Minimum 1 paragraph describing what the character would say their current endgame looks like. Is it crushing the Rebellion? Defeating the Empire? Escaping from it all and going to a different world where none of this is happening?[hr.]
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[/color][color=???]Character Quote:[/color] Something they say a lot or live by
[color=???]Music:[/color] A song that gives the vibe of this character - or even an entire playlist.
[color=???]Trivia:[/color]
- List out any thing else that wasn't covered here
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Nicholas Macloud
Nicholas Macloud
Nicholas Macloud
"What time do they have to empathize with us monsters?"
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T  _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y | Aloof | Intelligent | _________________________________________________________ | Observant | Judgmental | _________________________________________________________ | Self-serving | Patient | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Character Info Aliases: Nicholas Birth Place: Scotland Age: 616 Birthday: July 18, 1454 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Yes Habits: Smoking, drinking, Talking to his plants Hobbies: Reading, crossword puzzles, smoking ► Fears Religious Leaders Burning at the Stake Supernatural Hunters Barty dying ► Toxic Trait(s) ► Likes Magic Reading Crossword Puzzles Sex Vampires Smoking Plants Drinking ► Dislikes Short lived creatures Gossip Religion Modern Magic Bats Witch Stereotypes - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G - G R I M O I R E & S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Grimoire Fireball Fireball Fireball Fireball Fireball Fireball Fireball Fireball Fireball ► Skills ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? - | C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y The Macleod twins are relics of a time long gone, born in the throes of the Renaissance and the rise of the printing press. The twins lived a relatively sheltered life in northern Scotland. Travel was difficult in the 15th century and their coven was content with the village well south of Forres. However with suspicion and fear of the supernatural rising out of Germany and carried on in ink, it wasn’t long until the witch hunts of the mainland spread to the Kingdom of England and beyond. When they were not yet twenty summers old, Elanor Cobham found imprisonment for life for treasonable necromancy and Margery Jourdemayne was burned at the stake in a market square. Both were once well connected and well established in their communities and yet it did not save them. Fear amongst the populace was encouraged and manipulated in a twisted game by the nobility of England and they sent their inquisition north, carrying Kramer’s Malleus Maleficarum. They thought their village safe, nestled quietly in the foothills in the shadow of their mountain. The village traded less, hunted closer to home, and year by year became less and less present in the world. Their magic flourished and the children of the village played without fear and time was meaningless. However, there were enough stories for the inquisition to find it. They struck at night, the comfort of a century unbothered lulling them to safety. They carried torches and pitchforks and rope and kindling. The stench of burning flesh and the screams of men, women, and children carried across the hills into the uncaring darkness. Their family was not spared this horror. Their parents fought, like the others, but their murderers came prepared and their magic found no hold. A special pendant, bearing the mark of the Inquisition of England, was pressed against their coven and their magic broke and failed and the witches found themselves powerless. If not for the ego of the Priest of Forres, the twins would not have been so lucky as to carry the horrors of their village with them. It was the children they could not bear to see hurt and as the Priest tossed the torch upon their own parents, the twins struck. Illusion and Enhancement, hand in hand, wove the death of all. Fire springing forth, spewing from their parents' mouths, finding purchase in the flesh of friend and foe alike. According to the Inquisition, the Devil himself dragged the village to hell in his wraith and none survived. But the truth was, the twins burned it to the ground. Entranced in their domain, the twins set an uncontrollable blaze to consume the Inquisition and fled with the few survivors they saved. Neither of them were prepared to mourn their people nor handle the grief of those still living. They travelled the Scottish countryside, incorporating a few of their broken coven into new ones each time they stumbled across them until the twins found homes for all. Sickened by the murders they committed and terrified of the newly created Church of England, the twins escaped England to the New World with Sir Walter Raleigh and assisted in establishing Roanoke. They were withdrawn and quiet, focused on working and presenting a godly image as they worked to find a way to escape. In 1591, a young girl introduced herself to the twins as a vampire and expressed her interest in turning and controlling the settlers. The twins agreed to help in exchange for their own freedom and kept the settlers calm and controlled until she struck. They disappeared into the wilderness for another two decades and reemerged in 1608, joining the citizens of Jamestown. Their magic ensured questions about their age disappeared on the tongue, kept them well fed and unbothered, even as plague and famine ravaged the settlement. Poor planning had left the colonists without water and poorer tempers wore the relationship with the native people thin. The twins watched without interfering, only stepping in to help with the revolution of 1676 when Nathaniel Bacon ousted Governor Berkley. However, they disappeared when Berkely returned and began hanging those involved. The twins reappeared some short years later in Salem, Massachusetts, where they found a distant relation, a child of one of those they saved many moons ago. They lived peacefully for a decade, before the witch trials started again. The twins watched as their history repeated itself but this time, the saviors they were had long been lost as they themselves condemned their kin to the flames. It had been too easy, when suspicion fell on them, to plant the devils’ iconography on her and invite the Salemites to find it. During the 18th century, the twins shuffled from place to place and avoided the growing tension between England and the colonies. They would eventually find themselves in Boston, working in The Green Dragon Tavern. With the rise in tensions against the Crown, the twins once again found themselves assisting in the growth of revolution. Their magic wove privacy around the founding fathers, illusions making them unnoticeable and enchantment easing the concerns of questioning soldiers. Gossip from the RedCoats were a little louder in the tavern and lips a little looser. In the Siege of Boston towards the end of the revolution, the tavern was burned to the ground and the twins lost their home again. They migrated west with the Louisiana purchase, settling in the melting pot New Orleans had become. When the War of 1812 was declared, the twins decided they would stay out of it and kept to their own business. Intending to stay this time, the twins put down roots. Peadrus entered the workforce as a teacher, using his illusions to age and die as necessary. Again, they decided not to intervene with major events and keep their heads down so they could finally stay in one place. Unfortunately, a threat to their growing home appeared and the twins found themselves stepping in again. In 1815, whispers made their way to the twins that Andrew Jackson was poised to lose his final skirmish. Outnumbered and outgunned again, the British had the upper hand and were poised to strike the next day. Under the cover of darkness, Peadrus slipped the pair behind the British lines and Pàrlan messed with Edward Pakenham’s head. In the morning, the British assault was disorganized and messy, leaving them with 2,000 dead and wounded. Jackson went home a military genius and the twins contently settled back into their lives. It was in the Gilded age that they joined a “coven”. A wealthy plantation owner found fun and mystery in the supernatural and the twins, curious to see if it drew any real bumps in the night, offered to participate. The word coven, the twins realized, was loose indeed and it became more of a gathering of debauchery and decadence. Some real powers floated in and out: a moody Asgardian goddess, a vampire, the occasional sorcerer or witch, a demon, an eldritch horror, a Moon Knight, and even a Ghost Rider once. They passed a decade in a pleasurable haze of drugs, sex, and wealth until Marcus. Marcus was an easy sort, energetic and eager and the twins were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The three of them became close friends and eventually, they opened up about their magic and found acceptance. Marcus joined them at their home, broke bread with them, and even helped Peadrus at the schoolhouse. He’d blown in from the growing west coast, scars waved away as civil war injuries, and slotted himself perfectly into their lives. Which was why, when he tried to kill them, it shattered their trust forever. Marcus was a vampire hunter, a descendant of Sir Walter Raleigh, who had discovered the truth and swore to save his people from the clutches of the Devil. The twins part had been discovered through a mix of magic and torture and Marcus was tasked with eradicating them. The resulting fight was entirely one-sided, the twin’s magic unsuited for direct engagements, but their spells managed to find purchase and they broke his mind, leaving him at a workhouse where he’d work out the rest of his miserable life in deplorable conditions. The Twins followed the Klondike gosh rush, settling in Seattle for a while. Although they had worked odd jobs at the beginning, the twins opened their own speakeasy in 1920 as the aggressive prohibitions against alcohol were signed into law. Although their magic was used in a pinch, the pair more often sold out their competitors to the authorities (and offered a hefty discount) to ensure their business was safe and enshrined as a center of the underground community. After the end of prohibition, they stayed until the end of World War 2 and sold their bar. The twins found themselves in Memphis, enrolled in a local high school to keep up with the world at large. It was there they met Elvis, a struggling guitarist with a unique hillbilly style and a blend of cultural music that inspired the worst in people. The twins saw the desperation for fame and fed on it, weaving magic behind his back that made the people love him. He walked out of high school signed by a record label and the twins rode his fame, and more, for an easy life. Nothing more than a charm here, a hex there, and drugs, sex, and music numbed everything else. They were… concerned for their stability when Elvis was drafted was unfounded, the early work they did still holding strong with the addition of records made on his leave. They lived on their golden egg, rode it plenty too, up until the early 1970s when they decided to slip out of bed one night and never return. They didn’t hear of his death until 2001. This would repeat over the next few decades, clinging to blossoming talent, building their careers for an easy life, and then abandoning and forgetting them when they moved to their next project. Rarely would the twins stick their necks out or get themselves involved in world affairs - they left no footprint, no tracks or marks, no paperwork for someone to find them. Occasionally, they would rehome a werewolf, get a vampire out of the sun, direct a baby witch to the proper herbs and books, but each time they charmed their memories, or never let them see the real them, so that what happened in New Orleans would never happen again. Of course, whispers of a school for the magically talented reached even them. They believed it a lie, a falsehood circulated by hunters and madmen alike to capture their kind and kill or keep them. They never knew which was worse. But with the itch to settle down again growing, they found themselves back in New Orleans, the French Quarter louder and busier than ever before, and it was true. Strange Academy, a haven for their kind, was real. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) The twins are shaped by their drive to survive. Their choices have all ensured that, at the expense of those around them, they continue to thrive. They have seen cruelty over the centuries and they do not bother to pretend that is not the nature of man. They are always one step away from disappearing on the wind and selling everyone else down the river to do it. In reality, they wandered to find a place that is safe, that they can relax in for the rest of their centuries, that they can be with their magic and their peace and not have to worry about the world burning it down. Nicky, in particularly, wishes for connection and friendship and family, but their transient nature leaves them with on one. He prefers to find community with other creature of their age, but those are few and far between. Strange Academy has seemed like the perfect place. For now. |
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James Kingston
Character Overview
Name: James Daniel Kingston
Alias: Caduceus
Age: 42 (still looks mid 20s)
Gender: Male
Powers: James is an omega level mutant. His powers manifested at age 14.
- Omega Healing Factor - James's healing factor allows him to heal anything shy of death. He is capable of transferring this to another individual, but must maintain contact through the process. He's honed this power himself and with Dr. Sinister during his time on Genosha when trying to work to unfreeze the Mutant Underground. His control over it allows him to understand most issues in a person's body.
- Reactive Adapability - James's body automatically changes to external environments and threats. His internals do not!
Personality Traits:
Patient ~ Protective ~ Affectionate ~ Reserved ~ Stubborn ~ Optimistic
Summary:
Born in Oregon, James grew up in a single father household. Some of his favorite memories are summers that smell liked like oil and grease, stains on his clothes, working with his Pops in his mechanic shop. When his powers manifested, he kept them hidden for fear of anti-mutant extremism and instead reckless experimented with the limits of that power. It wasn't until he met his first mutant friends, Max and Sunshine, that he learned it wasn't actually a terrible thing and that he was deserving of being cared for despite it.
During his time with the Mutant Underground (his so called friends instantly forcing him to flee from society), James formed an inseparable friendship with Max and Ben and found the love of his life, Casper. Although on the bad path, James fell in love with the kind and affectionate goof underneath the drugs and the fear and decided in the wake of the Mutant Underground and the destruction of Genoshia to raise a family together. Since their relocation to New Orleans, James has been steadily investing and purchasing business and land in the French Quarter to create a quiet replica of their home on Genosha so that his family would never have to suffer like that again.
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James runs an underground clinic that takes anyone.
James keeps the family at whatever age they want to be.
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James chuckled as Casper promptly ignored everything and tackled the shocking part of everything: Andy and Zari. They hadn't been with them long truly, but the Mutant Underground was family. At least, he'd considered them family so their abrupt disappearance after everything they'd been through together was frustrating. And now? He was just happy they were back where they were supposed to be.
”V why would I want you dead? I t'ought you said it was an enormous amount of magic t'at does you in. T'is? T'is is like t'e baseline average amount of magic. T'en again I can't see magic so… maybe I can't gauge it as well? But Aggie and Pa ‘ave it all covered!” Dorian remarked back, a bit shocked that Vicky would even imply and malicious tendencies to come from a superhero.
James had been ready to step in when Danni invited everyone just to start heading to the house, but a phone call distracted him thankfully. Danni leading a charge on the house was likely to devolve into absolute chaos. “Don't take too long on your call, kiddo. You got guests over.” James said quietly to his son, ruffling his hair, and clapped Dorian on the shoulder. “Not even introducing your own family? Making us do it ourselves? I'm wounded.” James teased before holding his hand out to shake Percy's.
“Welcome to the…” James paused as Percy shook his hand, a bit robotically, but he could feel the pounding in Percy's head, the nausea, the light sensitivity. It was familiar, almost an afterthought but it felt just like Casper trying to hide a hangover. “Family. I'm James. If you're ever hurting, don't hesitate to let me know. Even if you can't figure it out, I can.” James offered, before patting Dorian one more time and heading to round up his errant husband so they could get everyone settled in.
”But you guys do such a good job of doin’ it yourselves! Besides I've told t'em loads of stories about all of you so it's like ‘e already knows you!” Dorian replied back to James before hearing Danni mention April's name. He bolted over towards the call, pressing his ear against the other side of the phone as well so he was cheek to cheek with Danni. ”April!!!!! Did you guys arrive ok?! ‘ow is t'e ‘otel? Which one are you at so we can visit maybe? Oh you ‘ave to come over for dinner at least!” He chimed in, unsure if she could hear him or not.
“Waaaa, Dee! ‘old on, Princess we gotta… Wait, where's Amélie? Amélie! What are you-? No, stop chasin’ t’e bugs! Come on, you gotta meet t’e ‘rents in person!” He yelled back through the portal. Amélie grumbled and snorted a puff of smoke, still too little for real fire, and bounded through the portal with Amour close behind, pushing through Andy and Casper’s legs and hooking her claws into Danni's clothes to climb him and take her rightful place on his shoulder. “Okay, what’s up, Princess?”
There was a brief moment of silence as they listened to April and then…
"WHAT?! POISSON-PAS IS DEAD?!”
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Peadrus Neacal Macleod
Character Overview
Name: Peadrus Neacal Macleod
Alias: Nicholas
Age: 614
Gender: Male
Powers: Nicholas is a mutant and a witch.
- Illusion Magic - Nicholas weaves illusions in the physical world, misdirecting and misleading those who would persecute them.
Personality Traits:
Aloof ~ intelligent ~ Observant ~ Judgmental ~ Self-Serving ~ Patient
Summary:
The Macleod twins are relics of a time long gone, born in the 15th century. Growing up in a secluded village a few days travel south of Forres, it wasn't until they past their first century when they experienced the first taste of religious extremism a d watched their village and their people burn in its rancor. They fled Scotland for the New World after that, leaving behind what few survivors there were forever.
From there, Nicholas and his brother, Barty, were always on the move and rarely set down roots for long than a few decades at a time. The longest they stayed somewhere was New Orleans during the 1800s and when their lover tried to kill them after revealing themselves to be the descendant of an enemy they'd made at the end of the 16th century, the twins adopted an even more nomadic lifestyle and numbed themselves in a haze of sex and drugs.
However, they found themselves back in New Orleans nearly two centuries later when the rumors of a school for the strange, supernatural, and magical was founded and flourished. They enrolled and even though they'd not know a moment of peace in nearly 5 centuries, they hoped this would be different.
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