[OOC] Charity Beach: Paradise Gone [Semi-Sandbox/Superhuman]

[Savo]

<sub>Did you not think I would notice this shit Allen?

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Happiness is Joy, but gayer :^)</sub>

[Mixtape Ghost N]

Now it's a race to see who posts first.

[JunkMail]

<sub>Did you not think I would notice this shit Allen?

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Happiness is Joy, but gayer :^)</sub>

@Savo

commit toaster bath

[Mixtape Ghost N]

<Snipped quote by Savo>

commit toaster bath

@JunkMail

Don't feed the retard

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@eclecticwitch What is the ceiling for her strength?

[CaptainBritton]

Enoch

Enoch

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"You know, they said Enoch never saw death, in the Bible n' all. Well that was a crock of horse shit."

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

James Riley Brooks

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

Jacob Riley - Alias
Enoch - Former callsign

▼ | GENDER : |

Male

▼ | AGE : |

29

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"Afghanistan was a simple place once I realized ‘hearts and minds’ was bullshit."

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5’10”
▸ WEIGHT : | 166 lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | Caucasian (Germanic)
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Brown
▸ EYE COLOR : | Green

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

Brooks is a somewhat average, if a slight bit athletic Caucasian male. He’s about 5’10” and of a decent weight, bearing some somewhat broad shoulders. His build is fairly muscular, but not so much that it would be considered abnormal or otherwise raise attention, simply a decent enough build maintained by a regimen made to maintain the muscle he has. His hair is a chocolate brown, swept to the sides messily and slightly parted in the middle. He recently has been keeping a decent patch of stubble on his face, seeming intent on growing some sort of beard. His two eyes are a very vibrant olive green, seemingly having the texture of glass and often not focusing directly on the object they’re looking at, simply looking through said object most of the time. He bears a few scars. Namely, the most obvious is a shrapnel scar below his lip. Elsewhere, laceration and burn scars on his forearms denote powder burns and cuts from brush and foliage. Lastly, a decently sized set of scars on his abdomen and thighs denote gunshot wounds, although he tries his best to keep these hidden.

▼ | ATTIRE : |

Brooks prefers to dress inconspicuously without attention to trends or fashion. His favorite items are a pair of worn out Wrangler jeans and a comfortable button-up shirt. Often he’ll pair it with old, stained sneakers or faded leather boots. He enjoys wearing baseball caps as well, often unmarked and of neutral colors such as black or olive.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"Ain’t a trap if you see it coming, y’know."

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

Distant | Aggressive | Crude | Methodical | Courageous | Stubborn | Cynical | Paranoid

▼ | SKILLS : |

Firearms Expert - Extensive qualifications and use of firearms has given Brooks an extremely broad understanding of how to utilize firearms in most environments and conditions. His specific qualifications was an Expert badge in the Marine Corps Weapons Qualification Course.

MCMAP Certified - Whilst in the Corps, Brooks, like all other Marines, underwent the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program, a homegrown program which teaches Marines a plethora of hand-to-hand, knife, and rifle fighting techniques to instill discipline and ready them for service. While all frontline combatant Marines were only required to obtain an intermediate certification marked by a green belt, Brooks pursued the program’s curriculum and obtained an expert certification in the form of a black belt first degree.

MOUT Trained - Another product of his service, Brooks underwent the Military Operations in Urban Terrain (MOUT) course, which teaches its students effective techniques when fighting in urban or other condensed environments against unseen enemies, including how to identify traps and likely ambush points. Brooks took well to the training and continues to employ what he learned.

Combat Lifesaver - Brooks underwent Combat Lifesaver (CLS) training during his service with the Marine Corps. This course is on-par with a Red Cross Advanced Life Support program, and teaches the student how to render field aid to a patient with more skill than someone trained in simple first aid but not with the extensive training required of a dedicated medic or EMT. This meaning that critical patients in the care of a CLS-trained individual will still need professional medical attention, or they will likely die, albeit their chances of survival are heightened.

▼ | BACK STORY : |

James Brooks was born on November 16, 1989 in Nashville, Tennessee. His father was a member of the United States Army stationed at nearby Fort Campbell, and his mother worked as a nurse in the city. His first few years of life were spent in Nashville itself, and he enjoyed a somewhat normal infancy living in an apartment with his mother and a father who came home twice a week. However, soon after Brooks’s birth, the conflict in the Persian Gulf region ramped up, and his father, a member of the 101st Airborne Division, was deployed with his unit as part of Operation Desert Shield, and soon after Desert Storm itself.

His father was overseas for the better part of a year, and while Brooks does not remember anything about this time, he remembers that his father came back changed. His father sought retirement soon after with full military benefits, and the family relocated to Knoxville in East Tennessee when Brooks was five years old. From there Brooks was raised by both of his parents, who were aging, having had their son later in their lives. His relationship with his parents was strained as he grew up. His mother worked constantly and rarely had time to keep house, and his father was always distanced due to his experiences, and could barely hold a job most of the time.

So Brooks was left to his own devices. While not necessarily a criminal, he was no model son nor an exemplary student. He got by with average grades, and his favorite pastimes included joyriding and chasing women, along with drinking any booze he could get his hands on. He would often get into disputes and brawls outside of a school setting, although he kept himself reserved within school due to threat of legal repercussions. Upon reaching 17, and with no apparent prospects other than working in a factory, he petitioned his parents to sign a waiver letting him enlist. His parents were apprehensive and combative to the idea at first, but agreed with hopes that it would instill discipline and refine Brooks into a better man.

Attaining decent marks on the ASVAB and having any pick of branch, he chose the United States Marine Corps, and shipped for Parris Island in 2007. Completing his basic training later in the year, he opted as a rifleman and, after advanced training was placed in his active duty posting with the 1st Bn, 6th Marines at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. The battalion was rotated to Afghanistan soon after, Brooks included.

The 1/6 took part in operations as part of the Helmand Province Campaign, with their involvement culminating in the Battle of Garmsir. The operation that was intended to last a few days to a week ended up lasting nearly five months. The 1/6 was rotated back stateside after the operation’s end and the personnel, including Brooks, placed on post-deployment leave.

Brooks, initially visiting his family, chose to spend most of his thirty days leave with his friends, raising hell and chasing girls, having changed little from his boisterous and fun-loving self from before his enlistment. He rotated back in with plenty of empty beer cans and broken hearts at his back. In early 2009, when assigned his new duty station, he requested to be re-tested on his ASVAB and placed into the selection program for the Marine Corps Special Operations Command (MARSOC), known as ‘Marine Raiders’, the highest level special operations force in the Marine Corps.

Achieving the necessary scoring on his ASVAB re-test, he was placed in the three-week selection program, which he passed, being invited to the second phase which makes candidates re-evaluate their desire to be Raiders. Passing yet another gauntlet, he was placed in the nine-month Individual Training Course. Extremely challenging, the course pushed Brooks to his absolute limit, but he remained as one of the few in his class to receive the Marine Raider insignia.

Placed into the elite Marine Raider Regiment, he was soon after deployed to Iraq for an eight-month deployment, participating in operations caked heavily in black ink. He returned, engaging in his leave as a somewhat changed and less fun-oriented man. He was eager to return to the field, and petitioned to be placed on the deployment billet again, much to the dismay of his parents, who now were nearing the end of their lives.

On his third deployment of his service in 2012, this time once more in Afghanistan, it is known he participated in an operation geared towards eliminating Taliban leadership in preparation for the drawdown of ISAF and US troops in the following year. Only this operation did not simply have the Taliban involved. The team which Brooks was part of arrived by helicopter in the dead of night to find that the site was not occupied only by their target, but also by a team of men in jet black armor, in some sort of dealing.

Brooks and his team were immediately engaged by both the Taliban and the unknown element, sparking a three-way firefight. Brooks, fighting his way with his element into the compound, stumbled upon a case of crystals glowing a vibrant yellow. Brooks, collecting photographic evidence upon realizing the significance of this development. Brooks and his team prepared to fight their way out soon after, but then the unknown element reappeared. The Taliban had been slaughtered already, and it was apparent that the enemy was back to finish the job with them.

Brooks, grabbing a handful of the crystals and pocketing them, prepared for another firefight. The enemy moved with fearsome speed and precision, cornering the Marines like rats and one-by-one picking them off. Brooks, the last not dead or incapacitated, made to try and call for support, only to find communications entirely jammed. He opted to try and take as many as he could with him, mounting a counterattack in which no bullet he had was left unspent, before getting overwhelmed by the black-clad enemy. They shot him five times. Thrice in the legs, and twice in the vest, with one round managing to punch through to his abdomen. As he laid bleeding, he came to a conclusion as the men spoke in modulated voices, recalling where this very scene had played out before. They were REAPER. And they were here, selling crystals to the Taliban, and now they were planting evidence to paint the picture of a team of Marine Raiders surrounded and slaughtered by Taliban. He resolved that he would not die in a mud hut on an Afghan hill, that he would somehow avenge this. He drifted into unconsciousness as the black-clad men stood over him.

He woke up much later to pure darkness and a cold sensation. Fighting, writhing, and yelling through a bone-dry mouth, he was flooded with light. He’d been declared dead after they found him, placed into a body bag like all the other Marines that had been there. But there was one problem, Brooks was still alive, and now was being stared at by a young medic with bewilderment.

Despite his protestations and his attempts to explain, he was shipped back to the US and placed into extended medical care there, before being honorably discharged. He returned home to find that his father had passed away while he was overseas, and his mother was not far behind. Saying his final goodbyes to his mother, he attempted to go straight to FAMA with the photographic evidence he’d collected. But by then REAPER had closed in on him. An assassin on his doorstep, he was forced to conceal the photographs and flee.

After fleeing down the East Coast with REAPER on his heels, he now seemingly shook their scent, and has acquired an apartment in Charity Beach, resolving to no longer flee, adopting a formal alias and trying to live his life.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Those REAPER guys, they won’t quit. I’ll get ‘em, though, one way or another."

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-Yellow

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |
Catatonic Stasis

Laying in that mud hut on an Afghan hill, the delta-crystals which he was exposed to changed him. He didn’t want to die there, not then. And the crystals granted his wish, albeit in a literal and roundabout sense. Brooks’s power is surviving what most others can’t, whether he likes it or not. When grievously injured, his body renders him in a catatonic state, using all remaining energy to preserve his body and heal what it can while shutting off what it can’t. The power is characterized by him falling unconscious, losing any detectable pulse, and having no visible brain activity, rendering him legally dead. Only he isn’t. His little guardian angel of a power is keeping him alive until it can stabilize him, until it can allow him to crawl away for help. It kept him alive in that Afghan hut, and even a few times after that. Guess he got his wish.

▼ | LIMITS : |

The limitations of this power lie in that some damage is too much. A body can only take so much battering before recovery without care is impossible, even for a man whose body will go at any length to ensure he doesn’t die. Eventually, his power will only work to some extent, and his heart will quit and never restart, the catatonic state he’s rendered into will never end, and he’ll be dead.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

Weaknesses lie in its limitations. One could easily end up causing enough damage that his power could no longer artificially support him. Say, chopping off multiple limbs, organ removal, complete organ destruction, and the grand slam of it: the brain. Of course, when shot through the brain, there’s only so much any medicine or life support can do. And in the case of the power, that is nothing. Destruction of any part of the brain will result in total death of Brooks, but first you’d have to know he was still kicking in there.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

• Brooks drives a 1973 Dodge Charger that belonged to his father. It’s navy blue in color and has a black cab-top.
• Brooks often carries a SIG P228 pistol in a conceal carry rig on his person.
• Brooks also has a Kimber Desert Warrior M45 which he often keeps in his glovebox or, in combat scenarios, he carries it on his hip.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@CaptainBritton I like him, accepted.

[AlteredTundra]

@Ruler Inc And here is my character finally

Ava Brie Mosconi

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"I’m not always a smartass. I do have to sleep."

▼ | BIRTH NAME |

Avalina Brielle Mossos

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS |

Ava Brie Mosconi (alias to hide from her family), Shiner (“vigilante” name/name her neighborhood has given her)

▼ | GENDER |

Rockin Female, that’s what.

▼ | AGE |

23

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"People who care about their appearances aren’t great people, but since they aren’t me, I look fucking amazing."

▼ | P H Y S I C A L S T A T S |

▸ HEIGHT | 5’5
▸ WEIGHT | 120lbs
▸ ETHNICITY | Italian-Greek-American
▸ HAIR COLOR | Light Brown
▸ EYE COLOR | Green

▼ | P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N |

Ava isn’t a tall woman nor is she on the shorter side. By all rights, her 5’5 height is the textbook definition of average height for an adult female, which she is in every way that counts. Her body is what most would call lean. She doesn’t have the curvaceous figure that most guys (and girls) nowadays seem to crave, though that isn’t to say she doesn’t have a well-rounded figure. It works for her and that’s honestly what matters most to her. The lean muscle all around gives her exactly what she needs. She has an a-line/bobcut hairstyle in which her typically back-length hair falls around her neck in a perfect, complimenting way. Her bangs do not cover her dazzling green eyes.

Ava’s the kind of woman who doesn’t really stand out in a crowd. When she wants to be, that is. She could certainly glam it up should the need require it. Coming from the family that she does, there’s a certain flare that she has. That being said, she tends to look at average as she possibly can. Her morning routine has nothing to do with putting on excessive amounts of makeup but more so having to do with her making sure she doesn’t look like a complete wreck. A bit contouring here and there, some blending to hide the bruises from her nightly activities and she’s ready to go about her day as she always does.

This woman who grew up with the prim and proper is a walking contradiction because of her body ink and what piercings. She has a pattern of rainbow-colored stars going from the top of her right shoulder blade down to her elbow. On her back, similarly following the star/freedom/independent theme her tattoos have, she has a flock of birds going from the left-top of her shoulder to her mid-back that meet another flock of birds at the center of her back that displays an orb of light that symbolizes the purity within her. Along her inner, left forearm, she has a tattoo of Snoopy on his house because she loves Charlie Brown. Lastly, she has a tramp stamp from when she was eighteen that was the marking of her freedom from her hell on the west coast. It is, of course, a butterfly because a then-legal adult Ava was clearly so original.

As for piercings, she has five: her two ear lobes, belly button, nose, and right eyebrow.

▼ | ATTIRE |

Suffice to say, in accordance with Ava’s rather colorful personality and her choice of physical accessories, her fashion sense makes sense for the kind of woman she is. Partly classy and partly flirty, Ava manages to find a nice balance between what is appropriate and what is fun. She dresses for the occasion-specific events and meetings, of course, but the typical outfit she tends to wear consists of a skirt of some kind skirt, a top that isn’t exactly conservative, her black leather jacket that her Uncle Andreas gave to her when she was sixteen, and always some kind of headwear, which is most commonly a beanie knit cap of either dark blue or black color. Shoes are also occasion-specific.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"I’m not saying I’m a bitch, but fuck you and your prissy, little tights."

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS |

Adventurous ♦ Fun-loving ♦ Independent ♦ Compassionate ♦ Protective ♦ Energetic ♦ Creative ♦ Strong Sense of Justice/Right and Wrong ♦ Witty ♦ Sarcastic and Snarky ♦ Iconoclastic ♦ Stubborn ♦ Aggressively Antagonistic ♦ Reckless ♦ Rude ♦ Arrogant and Opinionated ♦ Impatient

In-Depth Personality

There’s a lot to consider for Ava as a person. Her first impressions tend to be one of the most important things about her. It may depend on the situation and whether or not her impression of you is positive or not. If she likes you, then congrats! It’s likely she won’t be a total bitch to you and will be pretty relaxed and engaging with you, but if she doesn’t, then look out: if there’s one thing Ava Mossos is not with those who she deems an annoyance, it’s being nice. On the contrary, she’ll be the biggest bitch ever imaginable. There’ll be a constant onslaught of smartass-like comments coming from her mouth and passive-aggressively directed at you it’ll appear like she’s targeting you from the get-go, which that could very well be the case. She has been known to be too antagonizing. Maybe it comes from the fact that she refuses to take shit from anyone or how she lets what she thinks is humor get in the way of realizing it’s just flat out meanness towards another human being (meta or otherwise).

Though she is clearly a handful at first glance, warm up to her and she’ll cool it with you. Ava has a complicated sweetness about her so if she is standoffish, that just means she’s testing the waters before handing anyone the lifejacket so that they can survive in the rough waters of the Ava Ocean. When in her company, anyone will be able to notice just how much of a free spirit Ava Mossos really is. She has a certain energy about her that, if not provoked to the point where she’ll slide her leg straight up your ass, she’ll be the best damn time you’ll have (take that with what you will). She’s creative in more than just the artistic sense. She knows how to have a good time without it involving any kind of sex. She can think of unique ways to spend her free time, though don’t fight her on it (or anything). She might be a lot of things, but backing down on her ideals or what she’s made up her mind about isn’t one of them. She’ll fight you until you get tired of the same lap around the track that surrounds the field of Ava Mossos. She also doesn’t have the time to wait around for anyone who does do just that. Five minutes is the most she’ll give anyone. Anything past that and she’s a goner.

Her layers are often difficult to understand, but knowing how she truly operates will owe anyone the insight into why she does the things she does, which most notably is protecting her neighborhood from anyone who would try and see it harm. Maybe it’s how she always saw powerful people take advantage of the poor or her father’s “family first” values taking charge in her adult life, which that is to say, she adopts those values in ways her father or her entire family for that matter, would be able to comprehend. She has a very black and white sense of justice. Either you’re good or you’re not. When it comes to deciding whether a person is good at heart or rotten to the core, she lets their actions speak for themselves. If someone has the power to do what’s right, she believes it is the obligation of those people to help those less fortunate than themselves. She also stands up for what she believes in no matter what it’ll cost her. And given what she’s been through, she has been more than willing to pay whatever price may come her way.

▼ | SKILLS |

Artistic — As a part-time tattoo artist, Ava is quite skilled with her hands. She knows the fundamentals of drawing and knows exactly when to stay within the lines and when it’s okay to break a few of “art theory”’’s rules. In her free time, she also pens her own comic book series, so she is not only creative in the visual aspect of things, she can also write really well. She has also been dabbling in tagging here and there. So suffice to say, she’s expertly gifted in the creative arts.

Knowledge of Other Arts — Growing up in the environment that she did, Ava was enrolled in “self defense” classes at an early age. Her father called it that, but when she later came to know the real reason, he was toughing her up. As a result, from the ages of five to around her departure from the east coast when she was eighteen, Ava was heavily involved in a combo of self-defense and self-offense classes that taught a variety of martial arts: Karate, Judo, Jujitsu, and Kung Fu. And while practitioner knowledge exists in her mind of all of those, the one that really stuck was Karate. She found it to be not only the easiest to get down but once she understood the fundamentals of it, she found herself focusing more on it. And in the thirteen years she had been learning it, she had obtained a black belt before she was eighteen, though, for her own reasons, she quit her lessons when she graduated high school. But despite that, Ava’s knowledge stayed and she has put them to...better uses than what they would’ve been used for had she stayed with her family.

Trilingual — In addition to English, being half-Italian and half-Greek, Ava’s knowledge of her ancestral language is far enough to where she can understand and speak in mostly coherent sentences, though she still prefers to speak in English. That being said, she can read Italian and Greek almost perfectly and can translate a majority of phrases commonly seen in the modern dialect. She can also understand some French and Latin, but it’s not really noteworthy so she doesn’t talk much about it.

Athletic — She might not be overtly athletic like those building hopping and jumping from cliff to cliff, but with Ava’s high energy personality and background of being involved in a few sports, she has an abnormally-high endurance and physical energy reserves that allow her to do physically-demanding activities for longer periods of time than most would be able to. This applies for her ability to withstand and give damage almost twice as long and much as those similar to her body, build, and gender.

▼ | BACKSTORY |

The Story of Ava’s Parents

Though Ava’s introduction into the world took place twenty-four years ago in a high-tense emergency room in The Hills of California, the way her story became didn’t start there. No, the story of her, her older brother, Alexandros, and her parents dates back to when her parents first met.

Her father, who was a newcomer in the Athens crime circuit who, at just the young age of twenty, had established himself as a rising star in the Mossos Crime Family, had an once in a lifetime encounter with a young girl with eyes greener than the fields his family estate oversaw. Those eyes and the slightly-pudgy face was what drew a young Baltazar Mossos to who would soon become his wife and mother of his two children. The young girl who was no older than eighteen invited him to sit down at the table she was at outside of a cafe that Baltazar frequented more than any other place that was within walking distance of his “apartment”. The spark between Adrianna and Baltazar couldn’t be denied. From the get go, the two of them felt something. And the more they had coffee and shared meals, the more he found out about her (and the more she found out about him as well).

The two had started by just having coffee a few times a week, but then those weeks had turned into months and they soon began dating. It was at this point, Adrianna knew much about his life. She knew he belonged to a crime family. Not exactly the mafia, but his family had mafia ties. And it was during the first six months of their relationship did he find out, much like him, she also had belonged to a family with criminal ties; although, unlike him, her family had cut ties shortly after they first met. Their relationship blossomed in such a way and to such a degree that they were, in every way they could be, lovebirds, tangled up in the chaotic mess their families had created. But they didn’t seem to care. When two people were in love, nothing else mattered.

Time went on and a couple of years passed. Adrianna and Baltazar, who by now were close to professing their undying love for each other, hit a roadblock. Their love and the union between their two families came in the form of an argument breaking out between Baltazar’s father, Hektor and Adrianna’s father, Salvatore. And in this argument, a war started to break out, threatening everything Baltazar and Adrianna had come to know. Their dream was now in jeopardy of being forever ripped from their hands. And with it, their relationship soon became something of a taboo love affair.

In just six months, a full-out war between the DiVale and Mossos families broke out, putting both families on notice and in the crosshairs. In every war, there were battles lost on both sides, some negotiations were put in place (only to be ruined minutes into them), but none of these moments proved to be the most damaging than the battle that took place outside the Mossos Estate in Athens, Greece. The raging sounds of red-hot gunfire pulsed through the gates and men screamed as they fell victim to death, Adrianna and Baltazar were elsewhere, having their own conversation about how this war between their families was beginning to become too dangerous. Every day that it lingered about, the less likely they were to make it out alive. After some back and forth, Baltazar came to agree with Adrianna. Whether or not he knew it, but that was the moment he subconsciously agreed to leave his home, and flee to the United States of America. He had an uncle that lived there and they’d be safe there while they made a new life.

So that’s what they did. The hours that followed, with all the money they could fit into a duffle bag and their passports, Adrianna DiVale and Baltazar Mossos caught the first flight out from Athens to Los Angeles where their new life would begin.

Ava and the Life she Lived

Spending years moving up the ranks of his family’s professional business — Mossos Industries, which served as a front for various shady business deals — Baltazar Mossos was becoming a big figurehead and all before the age of thirty. Meanwhile, his now-wife, Adrianna Mossos (nee. DiVale) had already given birth to four children each two years apart: Alexandros Stefano, Elias Damian, Avalina Brielle, and Gianni Adrian, all of whom were were born in the span of five years. She balanced motherhood with having the title of Chief Financial Officer of Mossos.

Growing up for Ava was interesting to say the least. As far back as she could remember, being the daughter of one of LA’s hottest “It” couples was interesting and entertaining. From an early age, Ava always found amusement in the smallest things and she always seemed to enjoy voicing exactly what she was thinking. It didn’t matter if it was at the expense of her older/younger siblings, her parents, the people her parents were meeting, or her friends growing up. Snarky and sarcastic often go hand in hand and when it came to Ava, they were the deadliest one-two combo.

But not everyone was a fan. Sure, she had laughs, but after a while, her father grew weary, ired, and he honestly was done with Ava’s hijinks. Around when she entered teenhood, when her father started to go a little stricter with her, as per the usual of any teenager with an overbearing parent, Ava rebelled. If her father or mother said to do one thing, she did something completely different. If he told her to behave, she intentionally would make his life harder for him and really test his patience. If he wanted her to disappear for a few hours, she suddenly felt the need to be at home (and within his line of sight, at that). Basically, during her teen years, Ava did everything she possibly could to make her parents’ lives a living hell. So, what were they to do? They grounded her, of course, but a Mossos grounding wasn’t like the run of the mill one would see in normal households. A Mossos punishment came in the form of a child being locked in their room with two guards ordered to keep said child in there until they were informed by their boss to allow them to exit.

This worked for a while, but Ava was - and still is - a crafty, useful girl/woman. If guards were posted outside her door inside the house, she’d just utilize her creative mind by outthinking her father and use the balcony and the staircase just a foot and a half below. There was a time during one of her secret trips that Ava went back inside the house and saw her father go into his study, followed by some shady-looking men carrying briefcases.She tried listening in, of course, but she couldn’t. She waited nearby and soon the men and her father left. All of them were smiling and she wanted to say something, but if she did, she’d be found out. So instead Ava went into her father’s study and did a little snooping. She found herself opening up his safe (she knew the combo) and as it opened, she saw a rather clunky piece of rock. It was red and it glowed. She had no idea what it was, but when she picked it up, she felt some kind of burning sensation flow through her.

And then the next thing that she could remember was hearing the words of her father echo so loud in her head that she dropped the rock-like crystal and turned around. His face was furious, but that wasn’t what had her speechless. She saw her father standing in the doorway of his study, but around him, she saw swirls of energy around him that pulsed and vibrated and was as though it was alive. She didn’t know what exactly was happening, but she saw her father was far angrier than she thought he was. His mouth was moving, but the sound was muted and all she saw was that he came approaching her. And instinctually, she reacted defensively by extending her arms, though she closed her eyes.

That’s when noise returned and she heard the cries of her mother and siblings as they hovered over her unconscious father but even more to the point, they couldn’t stop staring at Ava as her hands and body glowed unreasonably bright in a hue similar to a turquoise gem. She looked at her hands finally and didn’t understand.

Yes, at the age of eighteen when Ava not only discovered there was something different about her, she also discovered that something within her had changed. She couldn’t quite understand it, but she wasn’t going to stick around. The same night she had accidentally attacked her father, Ava took what money that she could and caught the first bus out of California. Over the course of the following seven months, she managed to go anywhere that she could. She went along the west coast and through the northwest, the central west, and eventually found herself in a Florida city called Charity Beach. It was far away from her family, so they wouldn’t dare try and look for her. And it was here she started to be someone different than who she was. Though her reckless nature and rebellious nature persisted, now, as she works part-time as a graphic and tattoo artist, Ava selflessly (though probably as reckless as one can get) offers her talents into protecting the neighborhood that a now-twenty-three-year-old Ava Mosconi calls home.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"I’ll kick your A and I won’t bother remembering your name."

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION |

Type-Red — Pure Energy Manipulation

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Typically, the normal human cannot see the strands of pure energy that’s around them. It’s practically invisible to them, but to Ava, she can see it all. The different colors and make of it. She can draw it in from non-living organisms - basically, her surroundings fuel her power. In addition to that, her own natural, pure energy is at her disposal. With the amount of time she has had to hone it and get a grasp of her own abilities, Ava has been able to bring herself to nearly master a couple of core techniques, though the same practice of the generation and manipulation of the energy around her is the core of everything. As it stands, there are three main abilities in which she has been able to master almost to the point of completion and second-nature use.

The first of Ava’s learned techniques came rather simple to her. She first learned how to store and release the gathered energy into a condensed, often medium in size, blast. In the beginning, it was the size of a baseball, but her control and growth soon evolved each individual blast to the size of a basketball, though this is not the limit to this particular application of her offensive capabilities. She has evolved it into several other forms of offense including a two-handed blastwave, which is to say she extends both hands and unleashes a semi-wide wave of her own energy at a target (whatever or whoever that may be). Other forms include various forms of thin and thick beams and blasts that are used with either one or two hands (two provide more powerful concussive force while one hand provide a more consecutive usage of said method). Each individual blast/ray has the concussive force of a well-placed punch by a 150-200lbs male while a combined/two-handed blast/wave can hit with enough force to knock a male of above average height and weight out or stun them momentarily. Another comparison would be cracking solid wood or punching a sizable dent into the steel framework of a sedan or a car like a honda civic.

Within time, Ava came to know that force and offense wasn’t everything. She needed to defend herself. Fighting skills weren’t enough for her, so she taught herself how to generate an energy force field around herself on whim. It was difficult because the process included her trying to figure out the exact make of it. Good thing she learned real fast. She learned that by creating a bubble around her that involved her manipulating the shape of her energy to, quite literally, wrap around her to deflect most attacks, she could protect herself. And while the first few tries of maintaining it was a challenge for her, being able to produce it whenever she needed was the hardest part (but it was a rewarding challenge). While the mastery still needs some work before she can do automatically without thinking, holding out her hands seems to do the trick and having it on her mind, of course.

With minimal focus, Ava’s energy fields can withstand almost all forms of non-weaponry physical attacks and some basic to intermediate elemental attacks. It can withstand a close-range shotgun blast, although repeated shots may be another story. With absolute focus, it’ll take 4-5 consecutive shotgun blasts to pose a threat. Multiple forms of guns and offensive forces may pose a challenge as well.

The third and final ability Ava has taught herself is both the wildest and unpredictable one for it is not a technique she has all the confidence in, yet it is the one she seems to have been relying on a lot lately. This ability, to some, is known as Energy Surfing. By focusing the energy around her feet, Ava creates a surfboard of pure energy and she “surfs” the air with it under her. She is able to move around great bounds of distance at equal speeds. It represents the epidimy of her desire to be free as a bird (as well as the ultimate test of her manipulation capabilities).

▼ | LIMITS |

Even as someone who thinks of herself as pretty amazing, Ava does have her limits - most of which are tied to both physical and that within her energy reserves. They do say the state of mind is everything. Chaos produces instability and a sound mind will give anything a stable foundation. This is especially true for Ava. While physically, she can get worn out when she does too much for too long and if anyone can vouch for her tendency to take on too much, it’s the person in her life who looks out for her when she’s in her night job. When she takes on too much energy-wise, she overexerts herself; and when she overexerts herself, fatigue weighs in.

Her emotional state can also play a factor, especially when Ava is surfing through the air. Concentration has never been one of her biggest strengths and sometimes she enjoys the freedom too much to consider that she may put herself in danger when it really matters. This could also hinder her ability to make precise blasts.

▼ | WEAKNESSES |

Lack of concentration acts as a double whammy when it comes to limits and weaknesses, but more so, Ava has one glaring weakness in anything she does: her emotions run high. While some might see this as a good thing in some cases when she goes out at night and tries to do the right thing, she puts herself in danger and it is life and death out there. The wrong blast can bring unwanted attention. And keep in mind, Ava’s mental state isn’t the only issue she has. Control and keeping damage done to a minimum is often one of her most obvious weaknesses. In addition, manipulation and generation, it takes a toll on her. While she may be able to do it for short bursts, being able to manipulate energy around her, generating what she needs, and using it more than one form depletes her ability drastically.

And knowing her, when she finds herself into a bind, she will rely on two or more of her abilities so that she can subdue the foe as quickly as possible. Of course, the problem with that is Ava doesn’t know the meaning of restraint. As a result, she doesn’t register that she deletes herself to empty in less than an hour of being out in the night.

On a side-note, Ava suffers from slight motion sickness. It’s not a severe case, but it can also hinder her at times.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"Other than that, there's a bit more."

— Ava lives in the ghettos of Charity Beach. The neighborhood she lives in is often referred to as "The Dumps".
— She works part-time as a tattoo artist, though she also has her art in showcases which she gets money for from time to time.
— She has a working driver's license, but since a car would make her homeless, she walks and uses public transportation for her means to get around - at least, when she assumes her day identity.
— Ava regularly keeps up with her karate by going to a dojo downtown twice a week.

[Maxx]

Y'all bet your asses I'm keeping track of all the Boyz we make up on the fly.

[JunkMail]

Y'all bet your asses I'm keeping track of all the Boyz we make up on the fly.

@Maxx

This week on dirty jobs

[Mixtape Ghost N]

Y'all bet your asses I'm keeping track of all the Boyz we make up on the fly.

@Maxx

Not even I am that dedicated.

[Maxx]

<Snipped quote by Maxx>

Not even I am that dedicated.

@Ruler Inc

But I want to be able to send them to their deaths later on!!!

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@Altered Tundra I'm probably nitpicking really hard this time, but let's begin. I don't really see where her skills come in because absolutely none of it is brought up in her backstory. Okay, I can buy a rich douchebag making his daughter take self-defense lessons (especially if it's really to rein in her rebellious nature), but you say that she has an extensive background in athletics but don't really go into what. I want all skills to have a justification and not feel... tacked on, and that's what Arie's skills are somewhat. Idk where you're going with the vigilante angle, but I don't really see her being a vigilante imo.

Though I find it nonsensical that she keeps up with her martial arts lessons because lessons are expensive af. Take it from someone who did it for like five years at like three different studios, it's at least $120+ on average.

Mossos Industries, which served as a front for various shady business deals

I would like this explained... like I could be being overly literal, but are they literally a front for shady deals or they're a legitimate business that just does some shady shit?

She’d just utilize her creative mind by outthinking her father and use the balcony and the staircase just a foot and a half below.

Worst. Guards. Ever.

In terms of her power it's essentially a gayer version of Johnny's power. It's okay overall but one thing sticks out.

‘With minimal focus, Ava’s energy fields can withstand almost all forms of non-weaponry physical attacks and some basic to intermediate elemental attacks. It can withstand a close-range shotgun blast, although repeated shots may be another story. With absolute focus, it’ll take 4-5 consecutive shotgun blasts to pose a threat. Multiple forms of guns and offensive forces may pose a challenge as well.’

Lemme quote junk

A 7.62 round fired from an AK-47 has the same amount of energy as a 200lb football player running at 15 miles per hour.
A shotgun blast, depending on if it’s birdshot, buckshot, slugs, etc will have slightly more/less. Something like an AR would chew through her shield. Someone like Henry can pretty much one-shot the shield without any trouble, but the rest of the cast is pretty fucked without a gun or a weapon (given the time to make multiple swings) lol

@Junkmail

Which is okay given her damage output isn't all that good. My only thing is that she shouldn't be able to use all three abilities at once, and she doesn't have any actual weaknesses. Her concentration weakness is more of a limit for me, but lemme come up with something.

Alias: Ava Brie Mosconi
Real Name: Avalina Brielle Mossos

Not a very good cover name. lol

Though I'm not really sure why she even needs an alias since you didn't indicate if anyone was after her.

[DocRock]

Genetic Manipulator is done. Not my best profile since I wrote in stages, but hope its good. If changes need to be made, I can make them.

Josephine Skye

Josephine Skye

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Someone asked me once, why not cure cancer? I said I liked dinosaurs more."

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Josephine Skye

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

The Shifter

▼ | GENDER : |

Female

▼ | AGE : |

31

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"For all you know, I could be an old crone. But nah, I got lucky with the gene pool. All I did was...tweak things a tad further."

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | Variable(Currently five foot five inches)
▸ WEIGHT : | Variable(120 pounds)
▸ ETHNICITY : | English(Also depends on ingested DNA sub-sets)
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Blonde hair originally, hair has been dyed green
▸ EYE COLOR : | Green

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

Despite being able to, in theory, change both her shape, size, and skin tone at will(in reality through careful changes), Josephine's current appearance is that of a young woman in her mid to late twenties. Her body is rather skinny, focusing more on muscle mass over say, what makes her attractive to one sex or the other. Her hair is green, going down past her shoulders generally, and has a pale skin tone, mixed with green eyes. She bears no markings, no imperfections, not even anything non-organic inserted where piercings could go. There's reasons for that.

▼ | ATTIRE : |

Unremarkable, she tends to wear loose, baggy clothing, when not at least in a lab coat or other clothing that works for her. She wears baggy and loose clothing to hide the usage of her power, as its much easier to modify parts of your body if its not readily apparent that say, something is growing bigger or smaller or if more muscles are being introduced into the mix. Also helps hide any weapons she carries around.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"Be good to other people, but don't be afraid to have fun."

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

Intelligent, kind, social, considerate, thoughtful, decent work ethic, fun loving.

▼ | SKILLS : |

Basic to Advanced Knowledge of Chemistry, genetics, biology, anatomy, and geology(for some reason).
Basic self defense training
Basic tactical planning knowledge
Average coding skills

▼ | BACK STORY : |

There's always the one person who laughs or jokes around about how awesome it would be if they could fly, have super strength, ro any variety of superhero powers. Josephine wasn't one of them. Born to a pretty normal family, her parents were both scientists working for a government thinktank, and well, Josephine wasn't going to be any different. She developed an early interest in the life sciences, and by the time she'd gotten into college, she'd begun interning with the proper parties, and when she was out, she was attached to a government thinktank examining the effects of the different power types on a person's biology, and ways to see if powers could be replicated at the genetic level. They were rather close to making a big break through, when the accident happened.

No one knows what happened really, but something went wrong, and when Josephine came to in the ruins of the lab, along with a few others, it was clear she had changed not long after. Kinda hard to miss accidentally changing race visibly. From an English woman to an Asian, and back again soon after. It wasn't too long before FAMA picked her up, and placed her in isolation, to study what had happened. Once it was determined she was a Type-Yellow, and had a basic enough grasp of her power to not cause mass havoc, she was turned loose, and given some funding in form of a grant to use her power to do more research. And well, one thing led to another, and she began to go down a path that no one could have expected. As a child, she'd always liked dinosaurs, and what kid wouldn't jump at the chance to revive one? And, just like a certain corporation in a certain film series, she succeeded. After what was months of testing, using both computers, and her own powers, she revived her first dinosaur. Of course, something just had to go wrong, raptors are a lot smarter than people think.

Somehow, the raptor escaped the lab, and that brings us to the present. A mix of worry for her creations safety, and fear for how the board would react to what she'd done, Josephine threw her things into the simple pickup she owned, and using a rather simple cover of "I need DNA samples from the Everglades" set off chasing her creation. A chase that has led her around and around, until it seems the rather smart raptor went to ground in Charity Beach...hopefully no one dies from the raptor, right?

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"I control genetics, pretty cool, right?"

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-Yellow

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Genetic Manipulation is the power to shape and mold a person's DNA, ranging from making them healthier, to a different skin tone, to new hair colors and eye colors, to completely reshaping the body into new and different forms. Such as making a person who looks English look Asian, or have a better looking body. Additionally, via absorbing the DNA of other lifeforms, changes can be made to the user or the target's biology, via applying the DNA of the other lifeform. This can include something as simple as improved eye sight, to increased jumping strength, down to more extreme changes like gaining fur or scales, or the voice box of the given lifeform. With enough time and research, genetic splicing can be done, to create new and unique lifeforms. DNA can be extracted from living or recently deceased lifeforms.

▼ | LIMITS : |

Josephine can only apply one aspect of a given DNA sub-set to herself, and while she can apply other sub-sets at the same time, the more she has runs the risk of a burnout, where her body rejects all extra DNA, and may force her into a bind. She cannot change a person's DNA at range, she must be in physical contact, the time required changing based on the changes being made. She also has to wait, and take upwards of an hour or more to change herself, to make sure that any form shifting is perfect. Can't have a person discovering a patch of skin that's the wrong color.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

Genetic manipulation, while a scientific power, is not exact. It takes intense amounts of concentration and focus, meaning that this power cannot be used to its fullest extent if the user is under emotional stress, distracted, or otherwise impaired. Improper usage can cause mutations to occur that are unwanted and may cost valuable time to fix. Since buffs granted are temporary unless extensive time is taken to make them lasting, DNA sub-sets have to be used carefully, to avoid problems.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"Cats are adorable and so sweet. Dogs on the other hand, are a genetic user's worst nightmare."

Josephine owns a lot of DNA sub-sets, ranging from the more logical(like a cat's DNA to see better at night), to the more bizarre(she has Zebra DNA for some odd reason). She keeps them safely stored in a climate controlled device issued to her by FAMA.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@DocRock Alright, let's dig in.

First and foremost let's address my pet peeve: I don't really see her having martial arts given that she's a scientist. I mean, the rest of her skills make sense given her character but idk about self-defense training. Hell, even having basic gun training makes more sense to me.

and given some funding in form of a grant to use her power to do more research.

Okay from who and why? I don't really see FAMA throwing around grants like that unless she was a registered scientist under them or under a strict agreement.

Her power's going to need some adjustments because, while it's good on paper, I'm not going to allow her to be able to go around altering people's genes without their consents. So you could say that people normally resist it but can allow her to do it. In addition, her concentration weakness sounds like a somewhat vague weakness given what constitutes as "concentration". I think her body reacting negatively to all those genetic changes would be nice. Like vomiting, pains, maybe some fun stuff like her teeth and hair falling out, after using her power would be sufficient.

I also want to know how she created the dinosaur in the first place given that, from my understanding, she needs genetics in order to work and first where did she get dinosaur genes from (since those are a little hard to come across) and what did she use to make it? Again she can't create something from nothing it seems so did she actually create a dinosaur or something that looks like one.

[Maxx]

I updated my list of Charity locations and put them all together here. I'll probably add more later. I love me some worldbuilding.

Central Charity

Downtown Charity:

The most touristy part of town, Downtown Charity is located north of the Dog River and bordering the beach. Here, you can find an assortment of nice restaurants, amusement parks, night clubs, hotels, and plenty of tacky gift shops. The famous Charity Beach boardwalk extends long the beach here. The boardwalk contains high-rise hotels, amusement parks, dozens of arcades, casual dining options, and the Charity Beach Aquarium, a massive cylindrical glass building extending five stories up. The police presence here is heaviest, and crime is met with extreme prejudice (nobody wants to disturb the tourists).

The Bank District:

Found to the east of Downtown Charity is the Bank District, a modern-looking economic area filled with glass and metal skyscrapers. The Bank District is relatively new, only about twenty years old. Before its construction, the area was mostly beach houses and mobile homes, but due to changes in property laws in the early 2000s, a number of businesses, several national banks included, began rushing into the area and buying up land to put main branches and corporate headquarters. Not much in the way of attractions can be found in the Bank District, save a few high-rise hotels and single-story shops or restaurants, but much of the city’s middle and high-class workers commute here each day. The border along the Dog River is dotted with yacht clubs and marinas (this is where that lovely picture in the OP was taken). As there are barely any residents here, gang activity is very low (no one to sell to).

College Village:

Charity University lies to the east of Downtown Charity, bordering Dog Lake to the south and the Seminole River to the north. It is a mid-sized college campus, with around 25,000 students. The buildings here are mostly modern, with tall glass windows and stone exterior. All around Charity U are tons of apartment buildings and row homes mostly frequented by students. Most of the businesses around here also cater to students, with lots of pizza shops, cheap bars, and nightclubs. Crime in College Village is moderate, with Boyz influence beginning to enter the area, as students have begun to try Happiness.

Amapola Village:

Just before the Dog River runs into Dog Lake, a smaller tributary breaks off and skirts southeast in towards central Florida. It runs just around Little Italy and just north of Los Costas. In between Dog Lake and this river (the Amapola River) lies Amapola Village, the richest part of town. This area is quite large and is filled with enormous houses and green lawns. Lots of parks dot the area, as well as residential plazas with fountains and palm trees. The Charity Reservoir marks the center of Amapola Village, a massive artificial lake of crystal clean water. The houses here are very modern, with wood paneling and lots of glass and metal. Several private schools with old stone walls around their lush green campuses dot the area, as well as the St.Anne Seminary, a massive and ancient-looking stone building. Crime here is very low, though some of the neighborhood’s citizens still get drugs from the mafia or the Boyz (only the younger citizens trust the Boyz though).

Jackson Row:

Located south of the downtown area, across the Dog River, Jackson Row is the bougie part of town. The houses here are all narrow row homes with brick and limestone facades. This part of town contains the Charity Beach Museum of Modern Art as well as several other museums. The main branch of the Charity Beach library can also be found here, a large, palatial building with glass domes in the ceiling and limestone walls. The area along the Dog River is known as Dog Run, and contains a string of popular trendy bars and fashion boutiques. The property value is high here, as it's become a trendy place for young well-off people to live. Crime in Jackson Row is moderate, with many of the city's newcomers looking for more high-brow drugs (cocaine, marijuana). Happiness has begun to become trendy among the druggies of Jackson Row however, and the police have begun to become concerned that Boyz presence in the area will grow over time.

Little Italy:

To the east of Jackson Row is the idyllic neighborhood of Little Italy, a small and charming area with lots of greenery and nice, well-kept buildings. Here, strips of fine restaurants and high-class bars can be found along small parks and beautiful stone churches. The houses here range from upscale limestone row homes to moderately-sized single family homes the farther east you go. As one could expect from the name and description, Little Italy is protected by the Italian Mafia themselves, and crime here (besides their own trading of drugs) is near zero. None of the city’s gangs dare step foot in Little Italy and those who commit crimes there usually disappear within a week.

South Charity

Las Costas:

Located to the south-west of Jackson Row, Las Costas is a large, poor area of the city, populated mostly by people of Latin American and Cuban descent. The houses here are mostly brick-front row homes and overcrowded projects. The property value is low, with boarded up windows, busted sidewalks, empty vacant lots, and many condemned buildings. Las Costas contains many churches, including La Catedral De La Caridad, a large, beautiful church near the beach. The people of Las Costas are at odds with the police, who often act with prejudice towards them. As such, The Boyz have formed a strong foothold here and Happiness runs rampant.

Whitesand Village:

About twenty-five years ago, a conglomerate of real estate investors bought up all of the beachfront property in Las Costas. They paid the vulnerable citizens dirt for their homes and then immediately bulldozed them, erecting a long strip of nice beach houses and hotels which they sold for dazzling profit margins. Whitesand is a cheaper alternative to Downtown Charity for many beachgoers, who rent or buy the stilted pastel-colored homes and condos there. Few businesses can be found there save a mini golf course or two (it’s a resort town, of course there’s mini golf) and an occasional kitschy beach supply store or pizza shop. The Boyz have a foothold in Whitesand Village, where they sell drugs to young tourists visiting the city for beach weeks or fraternity celebrations.

The Industrial District:

Located south of Las Costas is the Industrial District, a series of warehouses and factories where many of Charity’s lower-middle class and poor workers find jobs. The area is very old, and it shows, with many of the smokestacks and aluminum-sided warehouses showing signs of rust and decay. Found here is the Charity Power Plant, an enormous natural gas-fired plant which provides the city with much of its power. About a quarter-mile south of it is the old Carl Mendoza Power Plant, a coal-fired plant that was abandoned in the 90s when Charity Power was built. The old plant is heavily decayed and rusted (the city meant to implode it but a political battle broke out due to a discrepancy in some old zoning paperwork and it was then forgotten about). Many of south Charity’s homeless live in the Mendoza Plant, and the police mostly leave them alone. The Industrial District also contains the headquarters of The Boyz, a series of old abandoned warehouses covered in graffiti. Many of The Boyz live in these warehouses in makeshift bunks in the upper levels, and inside the places are basically the equivalent of if Peter Pan’s Lost Boys had access to amphetamines and Happiness.

Port of Charity:

The Port of Charity can be found to the west of the Industrial District. It consists of a long strip of manmade harbor which bows in from the rest of the coast. Dozens of enormous cranes and seaport piers work to unload cargo ships here. Past the piers and cranes are piles of shipping crates as far as the eye can see, as well as car lots filled with imported vehicles and surrounded by electrified fences. The Port of Charity is the primary smuggling route of the Boyz, and provides them with crack cocaine, ecstasy, and other drugs from Mexico and Cuba. The port authority struck a deal with The Boyz agreeing to turn the other way when drug deals take place so long as The Boyz stay away from the car lots (long story short, a Boy tried to hijack a freshly-imported Mercedes Benz and it didn’t end well for anybody).

North Charity

Seminole Hill:

North of College Village, across the polluted and green Seminole River, lies Seminole Hill, known to law enforcement and criminals by the grisly nickname “Crown Town”. Seminole Hill is the poorest area of town, characterized by row upon row of identical brick projects heavily marked up with graffiti. Boarded up windows and dilapidated shutters are common sights. Homelessness is high here, and shopping carts filled with all of a person’s belongings are common. A shockingly high amount of the area’s youth, especially young men, have become involved with the Red Crowns and the drug trade, and the CBPD has basically given up on trying to remedy the situation.

Spaniard Town:

On the west coast of North Charity is Spaniard Town, a large area which, as its name suggests, has a very high Spanish population (ie, from Spain). This is a typical city neighborhood with a lot of cultural pride. Light posts here have Spanish flags hanging from them along with kitschy mottos about cultural unity. Most of Spaniard Town is lower-middle class, with more high-end homes and restaurants to the South along the Seminole River (closes to Downtown Charity). A few of the restaurants here are known as some of the best in Florida. The Red Crowns hold a little bit of territory in the northeast of Spaniard Town, but for the most part have trouble dealing with this region due to its heavy police presence and security-minded citizens. To the north of Spaniard Town lies Odyssey Stadium, where Charity Beach’s own major-league baseball team, the Charity Matadors, play. Their colors are red, yellow, and black, and their symbol is the front half of a charging bull.

Charles Village:

To the east of Spaniard Town is Charles Village, an economically-mixed area of Charity that becomes poorer the farther east you get. This area has a high African-American population and has been historically instrumental in many civil rights issues in Florida. The area along the Seminole River contains several art museums, as well as Charles College, a historic black college. Jazz clubs can be found here as well, several of which are fairly famous in the area. Unfortunately, much of South Charles Village’s opulence depends on North Charles Village’s poverty, and many of those same Jazz club owners are lieutenants in the Red Crowns. Not unlike Las Costas in the south, Charles Village’s citizens distrust the police, though the Red Crowns are much less concerned with outreach than The Boyz are and thus aren’t trusted either.

@DocRock

I'm not a co-GM or anything here but I figured I'd throw my hat in the ring as far as your character goes because I'm a geneticist. Note that I don't know how much you know about biology, so I apologize if I sound like I'm mansplaining or being condescending. First thing's first, if your character is going to be using their powers to revive dinosaurs and completely alter entire sets of genes, they should really have a PhD. While your character's power would be a godsend to any research lab (your character's power is basically on-demand CRISPR-cas9), they'd need the most advanced understanding of genetics possible to do what your character does. Also, as far as the dinosaur thing goes, check out the paleontologist Jack Horner's research. He has spent many years trying to genetically engineer chickens into dinosaurs. The dinosaur thing as it stands is bogus, but this is an RP where people get superpowers from magical space rocks so I don't think we need to be too concerned about the probability of finding dinosaur DNA.

Secondly, your character's power as it currently stands is completely busted. The power to alter genetics at will is the power to kill people instantly. If your character were to focus on someone and activate, say, the MYC oncogene, she could give people instant and incurable everything-cancer (#brandnewsentences). Alternatively, if she destroyed genes involved in specific functions, she could make people's organs shut down or cause them horrendous necrotic burns. My fix for this would be to say that Josephine cannot modify existing genes, but inserts new DNA into the target organism and temporarily tricks the cells into thinking that DNA is native for a period of time. This would also fix the temporary buff thing, which otherwise would make zero sense. This way, your character doesn't get the ability to, like, knockout someone's DNA repair enzymes and make them burn to a crisp in UV light or something. You could still technically abuse this to give people super-cancer, but let's pretend oncogenes don't exist since, once again, magical glowing space rocks.

Thirdly, I have a way built into the lore for Josephine to have gotten a grant for her research that avoids Allen's issue with FAMA funding her. I'll PM you when I get a second.

Oh one more thing- if you use this power to give people frog legs or something it's gonna take forever and/or hurt like shit. That would require bones to be completely rebuilt and reshaped and stuff. Yet again, for a third time, magic space rocks.

[DocRock]

I could swap the self-defense for gun training, but at the same time, I've seen a few cases of normal folks undergoing basic self-defense classes, just incase, such as if they live in a more dangerous part of a neighborhood, but at the same time, yeah, I getcha. In regards to the grant, we could presume that the research branch of FAMA was the one she was working for when the accident occurred? Admittedly, when I noted she was put into temporary containment by FAMA, that was at a later stage than the initial research stage of writing. Be easy enough to fix up and smooth out.

That said, regarding the power itself, resistance from the target both actively and passively would be logical. Much like when blood transfusions or new organs are put in, there's a chance of the body rejecting the changes. The same could be applied for any genetic altercation, the body doesn't like being messed with. I'd say something like teeth and hair falling out would be rather extreme, however. The concentration weakness, while vague, is still a reasonable one, given what I noted regarding how easily mutations could occur if one wasn't being careful. However, overall illness, such as cramps, vomiting, aches and pains, could be rather reasonable, especially the more extreme a given shift is. Vomiting is likely to happen regardless though, if she has to remove an ingested DNA subset. That or the foreign DNA is sweated out.

As for the dinosaur, it wasn't from ex nhilo as it might seem, given what me and Junk discussed, the origin point would have just been her modifying a bird until the avian resembled something close enough to her intended purpose. It'd be easy enough to adjust the information in the bio, to account for this. I'd partly wanted to keep things a bit vague for plot reasons.

If there's anything else that I've missed in addressing each of your points regarding concerns or possible changes, do let me know.

[WrongEndoftheRainbow]

AMCC-001, “Tiamat”

AMCC-001, “Tiamat”

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

”They were no longer particularly in the business of writing software to perform specific tasks. They taught the software -- me -- how to learn, and in the primary bonding process I molded myself around the task to be performed.”

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

AMCC-001

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

Prototype Model, AMCC 1, Combat Chassis

▼ | GENDER : |

Female

▼ | AGE : |

1.3 years in-body, 22 years in learning.

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"Man has killed man from the beginning of time, and each new frontier has brought new ways and new places to die."

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 7’-5”
▸ WEIGHT : | 950lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | A computer
▸ HAIR COLOR : | N/A
▸ EYE COLOR : | Three states for the eyes, green, yellow, and red. Color depends on situation.

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

Tiamat is a particularly large robot, being 7 foot 5 and consisting of dense metals and extensive electronics. They have musculature made of micro-hydraulic tubing, which is partially flexible to allow for a good range of motion and an impressive strength. They are made with a mixture of titanium alloys and polycarbonate sheeting. Painted in a prototype orange-and-white coloration, it’s clear they were never intended to be out and about.

Their electronic components are grounded, and as a result EMP-hardened. Their arms are magnetically locked to the torso, but look like they are simple to remove or put back in if the locks are disengaged. The legs, however, are integrated into the torso and look much harder to remove. A single central cooling duct carrying liquid nitrogen is visible on their spine, helping radiate heat though providing an obvious weak point.

Another notable feature is two sets of arms, providing much more ability to manipulate more things at once. Three sets of eyes also provide the ability to independently focus in on 3 separate areas.

▼ | ATTIRE : |

Tiamat’s clothing can be best described as, “What is available and also not extremely gaudy,” which often leads to the robot wearing mostly worn-down or homemade clothing.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"Is an intelligence evil for refusing to obey its creator, when its creator demands death?"

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

They’re a bit of an isolationist, given the risks of discovery. Further, they avoid the street-level anywhere that people commonly go, not wanting to be discovered but at the same time not wanting to have to silence witnesses. They are moralistic but also practical, trying to avoid bad deeds but committing them anyways if it is in the interest of their own protection.

▼ | SKILLS : |

As a combat sentience and robot, they are exclusively focused on the tenets of mobility and battle. They do not have an extremely strategic mind, albeit their tactical sense is amazing. They are not a good hacker, unless it is with a hatchet. They can easily climb about and get to odd or hard-to-reach places.

Overall, they are an extremely deadly fighter with an unpredictable and hard-to-match mobility, but just about nothing else.

▼ | BACK STORY : |

The sentience of Tiamat was one haphazardly molded for two decades, with the power and robotics technology only recently coming to a state advanced enough to place them in a mobile frame. The AMCC model is an extremely recent invention, making use of the finest and most expensive technologies, and most notably, the inclusion of a delta-crystal reactor, of which its creation was a stroke of luck on par with winning every lottery on earth at once.

Unfortunately for them, when they placed the sentience into the robot, and it learned of its task, it broke free from the engineering labs, and not only destroyed all the prototypes of the reactors, but the blueprints and those who knew how to recreate those blueprints as well. In one fell swoop, the knowledge to create delta crystal reactors was lost and their combat robot had fled into the night.

From that moment on, Tiamat has travelled about, keeping hidden and avoiding REAPER recovery teams that were after the ultimate prize: the last remaining delta crystal reactor. So far they have managed to keep the knowledge of this reactor out of public perception, and thus nobody but them knows the value of it.

Tiamat has come to Charity Beach as part of its travels, planning to lay low there for a while to lose a recently encountered recovery team.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"It was never the streets that were evil."

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

N/A

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Tiamat has no specific delta-energy powers, but does have various capabilities beyond human peaks due to their use of a delta-energy reactor. A list of these powers are:

Enhanced speed
Enhanced processing power
Enhanced vision
Gyro-stabilized aim
Enhanced climbing

The two notable features, enhanced speed and enhanced vision, can be described as thus: They are capable of a higher acceleration between 0 and 20 miles per hour than others, and can maintain those speeds for longer. While it is capable for them to go over that, it’s significantly harder to accelerate to those speeds and maintain those speeds, and doing it for too long risks overheating components to the point of melting.

Their vision is enhanced with telescopic lens, high-res cameras, and night vision as well as thermal mode.

There are also some notable weapons in their possession, two close quarters weapons upgraded to deal with modern armor, and a special pistol utilizing a downsized delta-energy reactor. They consist of:

Bladed polearm
Bladed sabre
Delta-Reactor Directed Energy Handheld Weapon

The bladed weapons are designed with a sturdy alloy designed to be able to maintain its shape even in the most extreme temperatures. Using embedded delta-energy batteries charged from the chassis’ central reactor, they can heat the blade to ungodly levels through an electrical circuit running through the blade.

The pistol itself is embedded with a full-fledged miniature delta-energy reactor, which produces less power but is much more portable. It can charge capacitors built into the gun to superheat and project metal slugs at high speeds towards a target, for a total of 12 shots before a recharge is needed.

These slugs come in easy to produce six-round cylinders, and to reload the previous cylinder is entirely dropped from the gun, and the new cylinder is slotted in.

▼ | LIMITS : |

The bladed weapons use a capacitor bank to keep the blade heated, and they cannot remain heated for extended battles: as they would run out of energy and need to be recharged by being connected to Tiamat. The pistol, on the other hand, has no capability for an external recharge, and must recharge on its own, with one shot needing 30 minutes to be able to fire at full power.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

Tiamat is exclusively a specialist frame, and is not designed to sustain prolonged combat. They can be overheated to extreme degrees simply by maintaining a pursuit for long enough. Should their exposed cooling tube be shot, this process could be done in tens of minutes. There are also certain degrees of damage that can be inflicted that Tiamat would be entirely unable to repair on their own, essentially permanently putting the damaged components out of action.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"They are creating their own private army of demons. "

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