[OOC] ▲ OVERWATCH: A New Era. ▼ (Overwatch Roleplay)

[Lmpkio]

The amount of relatives to canon characters here is too damn high.

[Eisenhorn]

The amount of relatives to canon characters here is too damn high.

@Lmpkio

Or the canon characters of Overwatch really got around, if you catch my drift.

[Kaithas]

bangarang

[Lmpkio]

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Or the canon characters of Overwatch really got around, if you catch my drift.

@Eisenhorn

Overwatch protects the world from all these violent threats...

Yet they seemed to have never heard of condoms...

Actually, they simply can't resist adopting free puppies from the street...

I mean what, Morrison has 2 adopted children (1 son; 1 daughters, (Hana doesn't exactly count as an OC technically)), Reyes has a daughter, Ana has adopted a son and a biological daughter Nefera (not counting Fareeha), Mei has a sister, hell even Raelene is a cousin to Junkrat.

Jeezus what will we have next? A son of Reinhardt? Daughter of Mako? A human-gorilla hybrid for Winston? Life finds a way for Bastion and Orisa to have omnic...

Ok never mind the last part, that I don't wanna know.

[Eisenhorn]

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Overwatch protects the world from all these violent threats...

Yet they seemed to have never heard of condoms...

Actually, they simply can't resist adopting free puppies from the street...

I mean what, Morrison has 2 adopted children (1 son; 1 daughters, (Hana doesn't exactly count as an OC technically)), Reyes has a daughter, Ana has adopted a son and a biological daughter Nefera (not counting Fareeha), Mei has a sister, hell even Raelene is a cousin to Junkrat.

Jeezus what will we have next? A son of Reinhardt? Daughter of Mako? A human-gorilla hybrid for Winston? Life finds a way for Bastion and Orisa to have omnic...

Ok never mind the last part, that I don't wanna know.

@Lmpkio

Or there is simply yet to be a condom that can handle the might of the Heroes of Overwatch!

Besides, orphans are the best for raising to follow in your footstep. No having to raise them through the crying baby stage, its rather efficient really.

[Kaithas]

Bastion and Orisa to have omnic...

@Lmpkio

bangarang

[Lmpkio]

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Or there is simply yet to be a condom that can handle the might of the Heroes of Overwatch!

Besides, orphans are the best for raising to follow in your footstep. No having to raise them through the crying baby stage, its rather efficient really.

@Eisenhorn

True but... they can still nag like regular ole' teens.. ish. Lol

[Eisenhorn]

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True but... they can still nag like regular ole' teens.. ish. Lol

@Lmpkio

Could you even imagine trying to nag at Jack fucking Morrison? Or Ana? Or even Dr. Ziegler? Hell, you couldn't bitch or nag at any of them, they have that much raw experience over everyone else. The kiddies would get called the fuck out if they tried.

[Lmpkio]

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Could you even imagine trying to nag at Jack fucking Morrison? Or Ana? Or even Dr. Ziegler? Hell, you couldn't bitch or nag at any of them, they have that much raw experience over everyone else. The kiddies would get called the fuck out if they tried.

@Eisenhorn

That's kinda true I suppose but... yeah I suppose. Unless they are really like... rebellious. I think Daughter Reys may be like that to Talon itself really.

[Vicier]

<Snipped quote by Eisenhorn>

Overwatch protects the world from all these violent threats...

Yet they seemed to have never heard of condoms...

Actually, they simply can't resist adopting free puppies from the street...

I mean what, Morrison has 2 adopted children (1 son; 1 daughters, (Hana doesn't exactly count as an OC technically)), Reyes has a daughter, Ana has adopted a son and a biological daughter Nefera (not counting Fareeha), Mei has a sister, hell even Raelene is a cousin to Junkrat.

Jeezus what will we have next? A son of Reinhardt? Daughter of Mako? A human-gorilla hybrid for Winston? Life finds a way for Bastion and Orisa to have omnic...

Ok never mind the last part, that I don't wanna know.

@Lmpkio

Actually, in relation to Lucas and Juliette; both are biological children of Jack, neither are adopted. The one who's adopted in that situation is Hana, and as you said; she doesn't count as an OC. But you need to take into account that each of the cannon characters have family... they have loved ones, even if they may not speak about it. Just like a normal person, I don't expect anything less than having said family popping up here and there, whether it be a son, daughter, cousin, twin, cat-lady aunt, uncle who wears a toupee, or that crazy granny from Mulan that buys crickets and covers her eyes before crossing the road and causing a mass pile up and traffic issues for days xD

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bangarang

@Kaithas

BARNEY FUCKING STINSON..!! HELL YEAH..!!

[Vicier]

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That's kinda true I suppose but... yeah I suppose. Unless they are really like... rebellious. I think Daughter Reys may be like that to Talon itself really.

@Lmpkio

Selena is... complicated x'D

[Lmpkio]

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Actually, in relation to Lucas and Juliette; both are biological children of Jack, neither are adopted. The one who's adopted in that situation is Hana, and as you said; she doesn't count as an OC. But you need to take into account that each of the cannon characters have family... they have loved ones, even if they may not speak about it. Just like a normal person, I don't expect anything less than having said family popping up here and there, whether it be a son, daughter, cousin, twin, cat-lady aunt, uncle who wears a toupee, or that crazy granny from Mulan that buys crickets and covers her eyes before crossing the road and causing a mass pile up and traffic issues for days xD

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@Vicier

Oh Lucas and Juilette are? Well then. And I'm sure they all have their own families and loved ones, thats a given. I just wasn't expecting so many characters related to the cast in this RP. Not like I have any problem with it, as we also have a colorful cast of original OC characters. I'm just observing that's all.

[Solo]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Who knows what's goin' on in OW.

@Ajax Amari

Just noticed your post! If you need any help on the mentions thing, it's brackets [] around the @Name stuff!

Like so: @Solo (that didn't work and I hate myself, but on a different note, using the [code] tags make the @mentions look smaller and cuter)

Perhaps if I tried: [ @ Solo ] yep that works Just remove the spaces and it'll notify the person you mentioned!

For future reference whenever you want someone in particular to notice your post! :D

[MiddleEarthRoze]

@Caits@Vicier

Great, thanks for the feedback! Glad you guys think he's alright.

(Fixed) Virgil Ziegler

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"Life would be tragic if it weren’t funny."
Stephen Hawking

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Name:

Doctor Virgil Ziegler

Nick-Names:

Doc, most commonly.

Gender:

Male

Species:

Human (Host to Symbiont Organism)

Age:

43

Date Of Birth:

29/11

Scent:

Rubbing alcohol and tobacco masked by mint and orange, courtesy of excellent dental hygiene products and tangerine body wash, respectively.

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Relationship Status:

Single

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Partner:

None

Father:

Louis Ziegler; dead by natural causes.

Mother:

Germaine Ziegler (née Devere); dead by natural causes.

Siblings:

Rene Ziegler: Older Brother, murdered by Virgil.
Annette Ziegler: Younger sister, murdered by Rene.

Pet/s:

None

Other:

Estranged, then deceased Aunt and Uncle on his Father’s side; one living cousin, Angela Ziegler.

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Cynical ♦ Harsh ♦ Militarist ♦ Deadpan ♦ Pessimistic ♦ Egotistical ♦ Self-Deprecating

Personality:

Virgil can be quite the enigma when it comes to opinions, particularly about himself. He is endlessly proud of all he has achieved academically, of the years of hard toil and labour he put himself through, sometimes needlessly. But at the same time, there is such a deep sense of loathing resting in his heart; most would assume it was due to the alien organism slowly draining the life from him, but his hatred started long before he saw the wonders and horrors of space. A lot of love was lost when his sister was taken from him… and his shame in killing the last member of his family shattered this once amazing image Virgil had of himself. The remnants of this ego remain in his work, and only his work. This can rear its head in patronising or insulting ways to others and their own endeavours, but only in the form of constructive criticism. He is quick to correct or offer alternatives to individuals who are not seeking such advice, so his words can often be met with anger. Not that he notices… or cares.

In terms of amicability, Virgil can act pleasant enough when the situation demands it. While certainly seeming straight-laced from the outside, any decent joke will usher forth a grin; if there’s one thing he can always enjoy, it’s humour. Be it a well-thought out political joke, or simply a pun that make’s one shake their head and groan, a dry chuckle will be heard from him.

Outside of humour, Virgil becomes much less fun to be around. Being a fervent enemy of idealism, Virgil is quick to point out the obvious in a bad situation, either followed by potential ways of solving said situation, or simply the likelihood of failure. He’s never been one to lie or mince his words, and paired with a pessimistic outlook on life, he’s not the most morale-pushing fellow you’ll find on the battleground. If something needs to be done or said, Virgil will take on the task without complaint – somebody has to do it, and no matter how harsh the consequences, Virgil stopped caring long ago about the fallout to himself.

Likes:

• Stars, Space, and most things affiliated with it.
• Rock ‘n Roll
• The sound of rain on a tin roof
• Travelling and long trips; especially on trains.
• Italian food
• Gin, Vodka, White Rum; any of the clear spirits are his particular favourites.

Dislikes:

• Pacifists and the Naive
• His current condition
• Silence
• A lot of Indian food; too fatty for him.
• Running out of white spirits; When Virgil needs a drink, he will have one. He simply loathes drinking spirits but those mentioned above.

Hobbies:

• Star-Gazing
• Swimming
• Gardening, when he gets the chance.

Strengths:
⚜ Genius-Level Intellect

One doesn’t get 3 PhDs at his age without being pretty clever. After taking the MENSA IQ test at the age of 13, Virgil’s score surpassed that of famous scientist Albert Einstein, and was officially dubbed as a genius. He never held much credit to his IQ score, preferring to prove his intelligence in other ways. Hence his many achievements; starting with his acceptance into "Université Pierre et Marie Curie", one of the best and largest medical and science institutions in France. He studied both his degrees and Doctorates there. Virgil’s intellect lends itself to his resourcefulness and clarity of thought, allowing him to come up with decent plans on the go, or when a situation demands it. It would also be fair to include he is still quite the effective Doctor; while obviously no longer practising in hospitals, he can still patch a patient up quickly enough. Especially if it’s to do with the brain.

⚜ Heightened Senses & Capabilities

While it certainly has its downsides, the symbiont living in Virgil’s body has its uses. Latched to his spinal cord, it has increased his nervous system and sensor abilities tenfold. Sight, smell, taste, hearing and touch all surpass that of a regular human. Additionally, his motor responses and speed have increased, cutting reaction times in half and half again as his body finally runs to the same speed as his mind.

Weaknesses:
☠ The Organism

While every cloud has it’s silver lining, Virgil’s cloud is pretty fucking big, and his lining becomes less bright every day. The alien organism wrapped round his spinal column has tendrils everywhere. While seemingly uninterested in his internal organs at the moment, it grows by a fraction every day, slowly creeping closer to his brain. Negative side effects have included lethargy, neuropathy, alternating hypotension and hypertension, migraines, and seizures. They can occur at any time, and just seem to be getting worse every day.

☠ No real combat training

Outside of his refitted Valkyrie suit, Virgil doesn’t have much in the way of muscle. He’s certainly no weakling, but anything beyond general fitness has been pointless to him. Anyone even slightly trained in any art of hand to hand combat could easily beat him when away from his armour and weapons. He doesn’t have the experience or strength to win a fight like that, despite how fast he can be.

Brief Biography:

Backstory

Virgil was the classic example of a baby born with a silver spoon in its mouth. Rich, important parents; a family manor nestled in the beautiful landscapes of rural France; and enough money to hire as many servants and spoil as many children as his parents desired. Born as the second child to the Ziegler family, his elder brother Rene was the heir to it all; his Mother's distant yet strong ties to the Aristocracy, and his father's booming business in medical research. However, Rene was too enamoured with money and power to even consider his parent's hopes. As the boys grew older, it became clear that Virgil was the brighter of the two, and his parents made sure to help this obvious intelligence thrive from a young age. Looking back, Virgil would probably concede that his parents pushed him just a little too hard; the young prodigy, as he was scathingly called by Rene. However, this never birthed resentment between the Ziegler parents and their youngest son. Being both competitive and eager to succeed, Virgil took to their teachings, lectures and strict schedule like a duck to water. In time, he no longer bothered with the allocated hours of play he was permitted; it was instead more entertaining for him to read books, work on his languages and sciences, and generally better himself in his academics. Safe to say, he didn't really have many friends as a child, which likely had an impact on his socialising as a grown-up, among with other factors. No friends, that is, until his little sister was born.

Annette Ziegler; Virgil fell in love with her as soon as he saw her little pink face, body swathed in blankets and being held by their (very) exhausted mother. Virgil had never felt this way with Rene; their relationship had been a solely antagonistic one, and upon hearing 9 months prior that his mother was once again pregnant, Virgil assumed the same would occur with the newest addition to the family. The sudden swell of protectiveness and love upon meeting his little sister for the first time was a strange sensation to the then 13-year-old. Perhaps it was because he was old enough to know the difference between a sibling and a rival, unlike Rene had been when Virgil was born; perhaps it was due to the current Omnic Crisis, the very thing that had killed off his Aunt and Uncle and left his cousin Angela orphaned, and had left a strange sense of foreboding across the family despite the two halves of the Ziegler clan being mainly estranged for the majority of their father's lives. Virgil himself had only met Angela once or twice as a child, mainly due to strained family reunions or muted funerals of some distant relation. He had mainly ignored her at that age, as had Rene; the latter too haughty to speak to his cousin because of some silly argument between their fathers, and the former simply finding nothing interesting about the girl, just as he had with most people his own age.

However, Annette changed all of this. Virgil began to grow some empathy, something his father had been worried the boy was lacking in in regards to his future as a Doctor. Spare time was used to help his sister flourish, rather than focusing on his own studies at the time. The children grew, and the crisis passed. By the time Annette was walking, Virgil had already taken part in the MENSA test and given the prestigious title of "Genius"... while Rene had already been arrested twice for public intoxication, public nudity, and vandalism.

Following the graduation of high school, it was no surprise Virgil applied for a medical PhD. Money and well-known parents aside, his sheer enthusiasm and knowledge in the area made his acceptance a sure thing. As the years progressed, he had a more than easy time with the degree; again, it was at socialising he fell down. The other student's attitudes both in general and towards himself began to change something in him... the other medical students seemed to be overly pessimistic, about their work, their degree, and life. All the while mistaking Virgil's lack of socialising for antagonism, he quickly found himself on the outer edges of their friendship groups. After more than a few missing invitations for nights out, Virgil began to turn to other societies within the University for some form of camaraderie. And so he found it in fellow scientists; other like-minded people wanting to learn everything they could. These few fellows belonged to the area of physics, and also another love of Virgil's; space. Oh, he was enticed by the mere mystery of it all, just as he had been with the psychology of the human mind, the brain, the very speciality he was aiming for. These people weren't just friends to go out for drinks with; they were teaching him new things, and Virgil admired that above anything else. Finishing his PhD in record time, far before any of his snooty peers, Virgil received a medical tenure, and once more, applied for another Doctorate - this time in Physics. A dual PhD; Theoretical and Experimental Physics, to be precise. Thanks to his high level of intellect, empty social life, and drive for work, Virgil was able to complete these other PhDs while still carrying on with his work in the hospital as a brain surgeon and researcher. As his expertise lay in the depths of the mind and it's workings, Virgil applied biological and cognitive psychology to help him better understand the human nervous system and the mysterious mind all the better. Thanks to his studies and research, neurological diseases such as motor neurone disease and cerebral palsy were finally being given effective treatments, rendering the problems almost non-existent while using his methods of therapy and medication. Further studies into more mental health problems such as schizophrenia, bipolar and unipolar depression, and even psychopathy were also studied fervently, and better treatments were developed for those afflicted. While not cures, he was happy with the work done, considering how diverse and mysterious the human mind truly was. It was as wide and unknown as space - perhaps this was even why he went on to study physics, and help develop and apply theories in regards to physics of the great expanse of nothingness.

Life was good. Virgil felt good. But it seemed that his fate was destined to drastically change... all thanks to Rene. Over the years as Virgil and Annette had flourished into decent members of society, Rene's life had been a roller-coaster of ups and downs. His habits in drink, sex and drugs caused endless problems for him and his parents, who, if not for the love of their eldest, would have disowned him for such reckless actions. If only they had - then perhaps the tragedy would not have occurred.

Rene, coming home from a night out after - as usual - too much indulgence in his dangerous habits, began rowing with his parents. The topic was nearly always the same; accusing them of loving him the least, complaining that they babied him too much while his precious brother and sister were placed upon a golden pedestal. The drunk man was too gone to be reasoned with, so his father threw him out, unwilling to take such abuse from his own kin. In his blind, drunk fury, Rene broke into the family garage, taking one of the most expensive cars they had and taking it for a joy ride. He tore through the family grounds, turf and dirt spraying behind him as he did; swerving wildly, his addled mind saw the stables too late - crashing straight through the wooden walls and careening through the stalls until coming to a stop by a brick wall. Stumbling away with nought more than a broken and bloodied nose, he wasn't concerned about and horses he may have injured. But among the screaming mares and shivering foals, lay Annette. Quite bloodied, quite broken, and quite dead.

By the time the police hauled Rene in for questioning, he'd already been made aware of what he had done; already called his highly expensive lawyer and created an airtight defence. With a confession on top of that, the murder of Annette was swiftly cut down to manslaughter and dangerous driving. 5 years in prison, but likely to be released early either on parole or good behaviour. Even on the inside, Rene knew his money would provide enough protection and comforts to make the days seem shorter. He was content with it - his grieving parents were not. As for Virgil? In Switzerland at the time, doing some research for the UN, his heart seemed to shatter upon hearing the news. His darling sister, gone? And by Rene's hand? But upon hearing the verdict of his brother's sentencing, razors seemed to replace his insides. While by no means a religious man, Virgil entertained the Old Testament philosophy of "An eye for an eye". And his brother would be losing both of them for such unforgivable actions.

Rene was found by Virgil lounging about their family manor; now vacated by the grieving parents, who couldn't stand to see Rene out on bail, nor be witness to the lack of their daughter's presence in the home. Naturally, Rene was shaken to see his younger brother, and immediately began to grovel for sympathy. But he didn't hear his pathetic apologies; excuses tumbling from whiskey-soaked lips couldn't be heard over the rage that took hold of Virgil. By no means an overly strong man, the inebriated Rene was easy to overcome, and with a firm headlock after that, it took only 3 minutes for Rene's life to ebb away. Even then, Virgil didn't let go - he couldn't risk the bastard miraculously awaken, brain dead or not. Ten minutes passed, and finally Virgil let the limp body of his brother go.

Virgil's parents arranged for his lawyer and defence. They played off his actions as grief; a form of PTSD, he wasn't thinking clearly, anything to get the Jury on his side. They eventually ruled for Manslaughter, the exact same sentence his cowardly brother had received. Virgil wasn't happy; he had expected a life sentence. It was what he deserved, and he was under no pretence that he was any better than Rene for taking a life. But prison was tiresome, and while killing himself would even out the balance of revenge nicely, Virgil was not a believer in suicide. So he took what was handed to him, ready to receive punishment as it came. One of the worst blows of his actions was of course, his medical license being revoked. Virgil had broken the most sacred rule of Doctors; The Hippocratic Oath: Do no harm. While knowledge and PhD were still intact, his reputation and ability to practice in hospitals was now gone. He could no longer help people. Which is what he thought, until the UN contacted him once more.

His research, prior to the family tragedy, had been mainly unfinished - working on the development of weapons employing experimental physics, he and his fellows (The very same ones he had befriended at University) had been trying to make artificial gravity, black-holes and warp drive. The UN employed plenty of murderers, so they were happy to pluck Virgil out of prison on two conditions; One, that he continue working for them. Two; that he did further work - undercover, in the UN's current prize protectors: Overwatch.

After the Omnic Crisis and his release from prison, Virgil was instructed to act as an "Impartial Advisor" between Overwatch, Blackwatch, and the UN. In reality, he was conducting further experiments, those that bent the laws of physics, and the laws of morality that Overwatch seemed bogged down in. Virgil didn't care that his weapons and technology could fall into the wrong hands. Firstly, because he doubted anyone other than himself was capable of using them competently. Secondly, he was obsessed with progress. Empathy disappeared from the man with Annette's life, and he craved to break myths and solve age-long mysteries about space and the ways of the world. Furthermore, he'd seen first-hand the destruction the Omnic war had unleashed, and he was more than happy in aiding the UN in creating a back-up to Overwatch and it's black-ops counterpart. His weapons and research would do jobs that pacifists or the close-minded could not. And even when that came in doubt, Virgil took measures to make certain that he would do the job if necessary. Among the rest of his work, he got his hands on a few Valkyrie suits, made by his cousin Angela. A fine piece of work, for the job she did in the battlefield. For himself, he needed more. The suits were stripped of "unnecessary frills" as he called them, such as the wings and components that allowed the floating motion. Next, he made sure the armour encompassed every part of his body, even creating a helmet to protect his head rather than just a visor like the traditional Valkyrie suits had. Other additions were implemented into the suit, from a Faraday mesh to improved outer armour, and then a paint job. White had never been his colour.

Years passed, and as time grew on, relations between Overwatch and the UN grew sour. Virgil's job was getting harder and harder to deal with, as secrets and rumours flew about the Overwatch bases, he had nothing much to report on. Additionally, he believed that the UN were thinking of some unfair sanctions to place on both of the agencies - while he liked developing a back-up plan, there was no need to make things worse in the current climate. Perhaps sensing Virgil's sudden incompetency or doubts, UN leaders put him in charge of one of their leading secret projects: Operation Ares - Building a base on Mars as one had already been made on the Moon, for further studies into space and secret development of controversial weapons. While knowing this was the UN's chance to just shunt him aside, Virgil was still excited nonetheless. Space! Love seemed to rekindle in his heart at the thought of going up there, being allowed to tread among the mysterious void he had enjoyed since a child. But naturally, like everything else in his life, it went dreadfully wrong.

Perhaps due to lack of interest or funding by UN officials, the Mars facility was not being run well. The basic skeleton had been built by the time Virgil was placed in charge of it; the airlocks were created, the atmosphere in the buildings was breathable, if a little stale. Virgil and his teams were in the process of setting things up when something went wrong. Sabotage jumped to his mind, but considering how secretive the project was, it was more likely just shoddy craftsmanship on the airlocks. It took a while for the alarms to kick in too; indicating a breach in the walls. By the time Virgil realised what was happening, the small breach had developed into catastrophic rips in the walls and ceilings; each section being closed off only for the pressure difference of the space outside causing more ruptures. Virgil barely made it into an escape pod in time; clinging on for dear life as the vacuum attempted to launch him out into space. The doors clanged shut, Virgil fell to the floor gasping, and the escape pod made it from the facility safely. He was the only one to make it out alive.

However, something had survived with him.

When Virgil's pod was discovered and rescued, his old fellows, the ones who had worked with him previously, went through the necessary procedures upon getting their friend back. Quarantine, and testing - a normal thing for any when subjected to an unknown entity like space. It was supposed to be nothing more than staying safe, but in this case, something was discovered. An unknown bacteria, present in Virgil's bloodworks. Weeks passed, and symptoms finally began to show. His friends made the quarantine space larger, realising that this was going to take much longer than anticipated. After a month, scans showed something at the base of Virgil's spine. Not a tumour; something alive. The bacteria had grown, not attacking his organs like previously hypothesised, but aiming to take control of his nervous system. Involuntary spasms, alternating pain and numbness and even partial paralysis of his extremities began to be a daily routine for Virgil as the bacteria grew. Both Virgil's friends and himself (Behind the quarantine glass, that is) frantically tried to cure this, to stop the spread. After several painful months, a chemical compound was finally synthesised to keep the organism in check. While certainly no cure, it stopped most of Virgil's symptoms, also making him non-infectious. With the serum in his bloodstream - and by default, the organism's tissues - strains of it wouldn't survive long enough to infect others outside of it’s host body. And so, Virgil was finally allowed to leave; only to find a much different world.

In his time in space and in quarantine, Overwatch and Blackwatch had finally come to blows. Both were gone now, his previous co-workers scattered to the wind, or simply dead. In addition to his parents, who had both passed away peacefully in his absence from the world. With Overwatch gone, the UN didn't have much need nor want for Virgil - so for the next decade or so, he focused only on himself, and his studies. Although no hospital would take him on due to his tarnished record, he was still able to help people in his own ways. Not out of kindness, you understand; moreso to keep his relevance in this world, and to keep his knowledge up to date and well-practised.

Additionally, he continued his research into experimental physics and applications to weaponry, alongside trying to keep up with the rather adaptable organism entwined with his spinal cord. Over the years, the serum slowed it, but it was still winning the battle. With a lack of resources and network, Virgil was quite happy to take up the call from Winston in regards to Overwatch. He could continue his work with much more ease there, and it would be nice to piss of the UN too.

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Organisation Alias

Ouranos

Organisation Affiliation

Overwatch

Base of Operation

Forks, Washington

Previous Base Of Operation:

His previous job wasn’t static enough to have a base.

Battle Type/ Role:

Defence/Support

Occupation:

Scientist, Doctor, Inventor, and functioning alcoholic.

Previous Occupation:

See above.

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Passive: Faraday Mesh
After de-constructing and refitting a Valkyrie suit to something that would be of more use to him, Virgil lined the entire thing, helmet and all, with an improved Faraday Mesh. The technology involved makes him resistant to energy attacks for a certain amount of time. Obviously, a constant barrage will cause the mesh to overload, leaving him vulnerable until the suit repairs itself. It also provides no protection to anything other than energy attacks.

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Machine Gun
As simple as it sounds; Virgil carries a fully automatic machine gun, allowing him to rapidly attack at both short and long distances. The erratic spray of the weapon makes up for his lack of marksmanship in it.

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Flashbang
A stunning grenade, but just a wee bit more effective than your average one. It assaults the senses, targeting the inner ear by hitting frequencies high enough to be detrimental to humans; symptoms include dizziness, nausea, and inability to focus for a certain amount of time. It's not too kind on the eyes either, just as a regular flashbang works. Naturally, these high frequencies will do nothing to omnics, the deaf, or creatures with a higher frequency range than humans such as dogs or cats.

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Void
An artificial black hole is cast in the air, sucking in anything it can in the vicinity; kept stable only by Virgil’s technology, it lasts less than a minute, and it’s pull is distinctly weaker than that of it’s much larger, naturally occurring sibling. Still, it would be best to keep one hand on your hat and the other clinging on for dear life when caught in the vicinity of one of these space horrors.

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Painkiller
When taking damage, Virgil discovered that the symbiont triggered the release of naturally-occurring opioids in his body. Allowing him to ignore pain in the event he cannot treat himself, Virgil figured this would likely be of use to other people in battle – the medic can’t be everywhere at once, after all. Developing nanites filled with a compound called “Opiorphin” among other things, Virgil is able to launch them at fallen foes to relieve their pain and bring back strength, allowing them to continue fighting while waiting for actual medical treatment.

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ULTIMATE ABILITY: Newton’s Wrath
Using technology developed by himself, Virgil can create an object in the middle of an area, bringing with it a mass so large that it almost negates that of the Earth’s; gravity from the area fluctuates, causing those caught in the field to become disorientated. One moment floating, another hitting the ground so hard they can barely breathe. All but Virgil, who with his improved Valkyrie suit is able to create his own field of gravity, allowing him to walk around and do as he pleases. Naturally, this effect doesn’t last very long, and the object causing this effect is extremely unstable and undefended; easy pickings for those feeling lucky enough to shoot.

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Other:

Is fluent in several languages, including French, English, Swiss, German and Mandarin. The latter was learnt due to those he worked with in the UN, and is still fairly rusty. In addition to this, has a firm grasp in latin and history; you’d be amazed how much the two collide with science and medicine.

Ironically enough, Virgil seems to have picked up certain habits that he condemned Rene for in the past. Drinking and smoking are vices he partakes in to help himself cope; relaxing drugs and sedatives such as marijuana, diazepam and varied opiates are also experimented with when feeling particularly in pain. It works nicely most of the time; but leaves his usually quick mind dull and slow, a feeling he dislikes for the most part.

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Theme Song:

I Made A Promise To The Moon – Jason Webley

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I think I got everything, do let me know if I forgot to add/change something. Also, I'm open to relationship discussions - particularly that of Angela - between Virgil and characters. It would be nice to establish something before posting in the IC is all.

[Vicier]

@MiddleEarthRoze; if you want, we can discuss relationships between our characters in a PM- I'm excited to see how the relationships would develop between both him and Angela, and between him and Juliette considering that her scream causes some of the same effects as his flashbang o:

Other than that, he's accepted and I'll pop him across now..!

[MiddleEarthRoze]

@Vicier

Oh, they are rather similar. I hadn't realised - the flashbang was originally a sniper rifle, but it just didn't fit the rest of the sheet. Made no sense for him to have skill or want for something like that so I gave him grenades instead, haha.

[Vicier]

As promised everyone..!!

Here is the link to the relationship sheet page..!! Please remember to give each character their own post for their relationships as they will all eventually be linked in the second post for easy access..!!

▲ OVERWATCH: A New Era. ▼ (Character Relationship Sheets)

[Eisenhorn]

@Vicier

I just got off night shift at work, so I can go do things with that once I awaken from my slumber.

[Jacobite]

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[Ajax Amari]

Thanks solo...I'm still getting used to this forum. Also sorry I couldn't mention you...I kinda don't know how...