[OOC] We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

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Edited in the following: "The vapors are produced in response to the acid's exposure to flame and his discovery of the fume production was on accident-- the light on his blow-torch had been switched on upon his fall into the sewers, resulting in probably the quickest extermination of mars-rats in history."

How's that?
Essentially it requires fire to make the vapor.

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Thank you! Looking forward to the RP!

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Addison Nikol

_{Addison “Addie” Nikol
◄ 19 ▎ Female ▎ 5’9” ►}

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Growing up with a father who spent a lot of time away from home, Addie’s good at being self reliant. She doesn’t depend on others much, and the most help she needs is usually to just lift up something really heavy in the mechanics shop she works in. In there she works on mostly machines like vehicles or guns that aren’t what you’d call standard issue. Addie’s a chill person who knows how to handle people who are being difficult, since she has an alcoholic father. When you’re nice to her, she’s nice back. That kind of thing. She’s not a very “traditionally” feminine person, you know, the type of girl who feints are rough living or running out of nail polish or fawning over that vampire from those really bad Pre-PMC movies.

She’s worked in that mechanic shop since she was around 15, so she’s got a pretty good chunk of knowledge on how most tech works, as long as she doesn’t have to do a lot of software wizardry, she shouldn’t have much trouble fixing something. It’s been largely small time work down there, but it’s kept the lights on a hell of a lot more consistently than her dad’s blood money.

She’s not all nuts and bolts though, she’s used to dealing with tough situations, so she has a level head. This comes from the constant cycle of having to make a trip in late evenings to her dad’s apartment from her own to handle his drunken stupor. And when she’s not making a late night trip under the Martian lights, she’s at home giving to music that’s no doubt unpopular even on earth, if earth was still habitable.

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Addie was never anybody important, she grew up being raised by an old-ass bounty hunter in neutral territory. Though she never really considered him much of a proper father, since most days he was either out doing his job or staying locked up in his room mumbling to himself about how self sacrificing he’s been. Granted, he was a pretty good bounty hunter when it came to tracking people down alive, and mostly decent at assassinations, but it’s not like he killed a big shit politician or anything. Papa Nikol was just another run of the mill efficient bounty hunter. Addie spent a lot of time keeping up with his usual drunken messes, since he had a habit of getting hammered once or twice a week.

Maybe three, if business was bad.

Speaking of business, she got a tech job in the middle of school fixing cars and whatever machines someone busted up. she always had a fascination with mechanical stuff, and if she didn’t nearly get her ass blown off by what she assumes was a terrorist, she’d probably go and work on fixing ships for someone worth something in the next 10 years. Of course, that doesn’t happen since she did nearly get her ass blown off by what she assumes was a terrorist, so her life went completely pear shaped from that day.

Until then, most of her time was spent either at home, running across town to console her hungover dad, or making neo dollars to keep the lights on. It wasn’t until less than an AMC year that she got an actual apartment that was much closer to her job than her borderline alcoholic old man. She occasionally checked on him, since they had a mostly steady relationship. She and her father lived in a neutral zone, which is why his bounty hunting was legal, but recently Addison was thinking about moving away from her dad, she had spent so much of her life being chained to watching the guy brag on and on about how his job was so “respectable” and “hard” when all he did was hunt down gangsters and thieves and occasionally kill a high rolling smuggler.

She was mentally tired of always listening to his shit, and having to care for him when he got drunk, that she chose to try and find a better place to live in New Brazil. The day she came there to scope things out before actually moving was when the blast happened, and when she got her powers.

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Addison doesn’t know anyone worth knowing, she’s either at home being Addison or working in a mechanics shop a little bit away from home.

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What I'm looking for

Power: When Addie touched things, she discovered that this property extended to the objects, and that she could change them. I was like the object became an extension of herself, and her mind, and she could alter the construction of it. She could harden metal by packing its atoms together, or completely shatter a car by doing the exact opposite. If she tried hard enough, she could probably completely change an object into something else, as long as the structure allowed it.

It wouldn’t matter what she’s touching, the ground, a car, someone’s phone, anything, she could rearrange it’s atomic structure in anyway she wanted. The things she touched didn’t necessarily come to life, but she could feel everything the objects structure like it was a part of her, making the transformation of the object almost like a muscle to her. This could range from something small like turning wood into paper or glass to sand, or dismantling a large chunk of a building, crumbling it to dust. As long as it’s something physically possible with what she’s given. She can take a plastic bag and fold it into a rigid, plastic sword, but she can’t make it suddenly turn into a bag made of metal.

Limitation: She can apply this power to atoms and molecules, but not protons or neutrons, she can’t completely destroy matter, only change it. This means she can’t take a piece of pure iron and try to turn it into a piece of pure gold - She’s tried. In fact she’s tried many ways.

Something Addie doesn’t realize quite yet is that her grip on an object only goes so far, both in terms of range and size and complexity, and that it works like a muscle, when it pulls or tears, it isn’t pretty.

Weaknesses: Organic matter is too complex to be reliably changed by her power. The only thing theoretically possible to do to an actual person with her power would probably have to be herself since the atoms in her own body are loose as a side effect. Have you ever seen the flash go through a wall like a ghost? That’s the theoretical limit, but Addie can’t begin to imagine how such a thing is doable.

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Rush

_{M A R C U S S H A W
◄ 26 ▎ MALE ▎ 5' 10" ►}

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Preferring to go by his callsign; Rush is a brash, headstrong individual who's always hurling himself into the next good fight. Rush made his reputation as a reliable Bounty Hunter who is skilled in breach and clear operations as well as frontline combat assaults and CQC. Instead of sneaking through the backdoor or patiently waiting across the street for a target, Rush would much rather kick in the front door to shoot first and ask questions later.

Rush is a bit of a daredevil and there's nothing he won't try once. This can lead him to become pretty reckless at times but his skill and unwavering resolve drags him through most of them. Advertising himself as a one-man wrecking crew, he feels most comfortable when in a fight. For him the thrill of combat is addictive and hey, if you love it enough then why not get paid for it?

However, that is not his only addiction. A chemical substance known as 'Stim' is used as a new kind of adrenaline and an upper drug in the Glitter world is widespread used on Mars. However, there is a black market version known as Stim-X. There was a story of ancient warriors who would eat a sacred plant to make them fearless and powerful before storming the battlefield with a blood-curdling rage. Rush has developed a dependency on Stim-X and needs it just to get by. While he uses it for combat, he feels truly unstoppable. The adrenaline on crack courses through his veins increasing his speed, strength and reaction speed when injected. Rush has used it too often and now has to give himself smaller regular doses lest his body begins to shut down with illness and his body becomes weak. A weak body and mind is no way for a bounty hunter to get by.

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Rush's love of fighting wasn't just a decision on the spot. Growing up in a slum in the middle of nowhere, it was an environment where the strong ruled. You either learnt to fight or be prepared to hand over everything you got. However, back then, it was an environment that Marcus Shaw thrived upon. While he didn't have a father to show him the right way, he quickly found role models in the thugs and crooks of his slum.

With his Mother usually too drunk to care or notice, Marcus was quickly gaining himself a reputation as he was growing up. From doing simple runs at about 12 years old to being an enforcer for the One-Eyed Jacks at only 18. His strength became quickly apparent when roughing up people who owed money or in just plain ol' brawls. It wasn't long until the Boss, "Bones" Haas saw it fit to refine that raw criminal talent... Well, as much as a two-bit gangster could. However, it wasn't until Marcus had his first run in with a Bounty Hunter that he finally found his calling.

Charlie "Wolf" Grays was a prominent bounty hunter who was contracted to take down Bones. It was simple work for the Hunter, but Marcus caught his eye. Despite thinking nothing of the young punk at first, he was impressed with the kid's drive. Even while beaten and bloody, he was still hobbling back to his feet for another round. This was a fight that excited Marcus and Wolf thought he could channel that energy.

After calming down, the Hunter offered to take Marcus under his wing which he accepted at the tip of the hat. You were telling him that he could fight and take down bad people all day long AND get paid for it? It was a no brainer. Marcus put everything into it and it took two years for him to get as good as Wolf. However, that fiery attitude could not be simmered and he was still as reckless as he was back in the slums. THAT is not quite what earned him his nickname and callsign.

Taking on another job with his 'Master', Marcus neglected to check his corners correctly in a building. He was blown away by a makeshift proximity explosive. The blast itself was weak but enough to send him flying and almost knocked him out. With the gunfight still raging, Wolf couldn't afford to just leave Marcus there. He resorted to using a syringe filled with Stim-X. This would be Marcus's first taste. The high octane chemical filled his veins and within seconds, Marcus jumped up from his prone state and surged forward with a mighty roar. Not even Charlie could keep up, and from that moment on Marcus became Rush.

With money, a title and a growing accolade, Marcus quickly found himself experiencing the finer things. Glitter clubs and partying whenever he wasn't taking on a job (which was always fun), weapons and armour. Life couldn't have been better. However, he never felt like he could achieve as much without Stim-X. When he left the watch of Charlie, he found a supplier and began buying the drug... a lot. Over the years, Stim-X had pretty much become a staple in his artillery and even outside of jobs he'd find himself taking it.

Flash forward to the age of 26, and Rush found himself in New Brazil. While it reminded him a little of home, he was there to look if there were any contracts going. Someone usually wants someone dead in these areas, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to top up on his Stim-X supply. However, everything got flipped after one sound... BOOM.


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"Bones" [DECEASED]- One of his earlier mentors. Rush respected his power and aspired to be like him a little... however, when he met his untimely end it didn't affect him too much. Despite being a bit of a role model, Bones was more of an employer.

"Wolf" [ALIVE]- This is the man that he mostly owes his current life too. However, since leaving his tutelage, he hasn't had much contact with him if any at all. Rush sometimes wonders what Wolf would think of him now?

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Power: Rush has the power of momentum manipulation. If he can get a good run, his body is capable of generating kinetic force at a rapid rate, able to knock away objects like metal drum barrels and people with ease. He can become a charging wrecking ball to anyone in his way, and the faster he goes, the bigger the impact. As well as this, he can lessen his momentum to almost nothing. Theoretically, he could jump off of a building and be absolutely fine or completely leave a crater. This also works for stuff coming towards him. Physical bullets and attacks could ricochet off of him.

Limitation: While he can get powerful, outside of being shot out of a cannon, he probably wouldn't be able to break apart a blast door. (Not that he wouldn't try) As well as that, turning slows down his momentum and therefore the strength of his impact. He can only manipulate his own momentum, therefore while he could shrug off more bullets than most, it can be hard to keep up with full auto fire or multiple guns at once. While he can lessen manipulation alot, he cannot get rid of it so a fall high enough or enough bullets would absolutely kill him.

Weaknesses: Rush is absolutely not invincible. Enough bullets could overwhelm his capabilities and he cannot control gravity itself so it must be taken into account. If he charges into something, he will still feel it to a lesser extent but this could lead to more injuries with the more crazier stuff he does. Plus, his reckless personality and lack of inhibitions (especially with Stim-X) means he can overdo it and find himself in sticky situations. He has to be moving for his power to work afterall so it's pretty useless in stealthier or more confined situations.

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@DeadDrop Aight here we go. Looking forwards to the Mars party.

Rachel Fuchs

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These days Rachel Fuchs considers herself to be a little bit of a realist. After all life in New Brazil is generally pretty shitty, so why shouldn’t she be generally pretty shitty too, right?

‘Morals’ and ‘Ethics’ are really little more than corporate branding out here and she isn’t stupid enough to fall for those anymore. Maybe when she was younger… but experience is a real fuckin bitch of a teacher and after a really great lesson she got the point. Plus following the rules is for those without the kind of money that she comes from… so fuck it right? Oh, did I not mention her shitty father is one of the top executives for the Cartelli Corporation? No? Is that important?

Rachel actually has pretty good social skills, she just doesn’t really care to use them too often. You gotta be somebody she actually likes, or wants to like. Which most days is a pretty exclusive list really.

She usually gives across a somewhat moody, stoic or just uninterested impression. What’s that old expression, ‘resting bitch face’? Yeah that’s the one. In other words she can be pretty nice if you catch her on a good day or have something she wants, but is otherwise generally gonna be a bitch. Go figure.

Of course that’s when she’s sober, which something worth avoiding most of the time. Why waste time not buzzed when you could be buzzed right? When she’s high she’s much friendlier, happier and outgoing - shockingly it’s probably something to do with the intoxicants coursing through her system whether it’s drink, drugs or… whatever luxury she’s indulging in at the moment.

Of course maybe she has a reason to want to avoid being sober, and maybe that’s the same reason why she acts like such a bitch all the time? Then again maybe she’s just another stuck up corporate party brat with access to more credits than she has brain cells. Why not both? They’re not, like, mutually exclusive anyway.

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Born amongst New Brazil’s elite and wealthy, early life was more than fairly comfortable and easy. Rachel wanted for nothing and was highly educated at the best corporate Academy, she was expected to achieve great things alongside her siblings as she enjoyed a level of luxury most on Mars never would. Of course her parents weren’t ever really around. Well, her mother died when she was a baby, so she was around to start with but then not so much. Her father was busy. Like, very very busy, all of the time. But the housekeeping staff were very nice anyway.

Things first started to change when she started ‘acting out’ and ‘protesting’ against the corporations and many dystopian standards huge swarths of the population had to endure. Her father tolerated it for a time, a young girl rebelling and finding her feet in the world, a phase that wouldn’t last he thought. However as she got older her rebellious activities only increased in scope and she was soon picked up several times by the New Brazil security forces and it began to become more than just a headache for the man. It was starting to effect one of the most important things to him, his reputation. Using all the finesse of a soulless corporate executive he put a stop to it and taught his daughter a lasting life lesson at the same time the one way he knew how.

Her best friend, Sanya Walsh, throughout their Academy education had also shared in her passion for rebellion and often was caught alongside Rachel - the pair were as thick as thieves and maybe even a little more than just best friends. She too came from a family within the Cartelli Corp, albeit one much lower down the financial ‘foodchain’. They’d been more like an actual family to Rachel than her actual family had ever been. It took practically no effort at all for her father to arrange for the Walshes to all be marked officially as dissenters and suffer the rather brutal consequences of such. He ensured that she understood that it was her, who had caused this to happen through her actions. Boy the bounty hunters association acts fast right?

Rachel continued life with a new-found numbness and lack of purpose as she struggled to overcome what had happened. She instead began to associate with her peers who shared in her new-found lack of direction and began to live an ironically much more ‘acceptable’ lifestyle, one that just so happened to involve getting real fucked up most days. Eventually she settled into a routine of sorts and seemingly forgot what had happened as she threw herself into her new little ‘gang’ and started rubbing boots with the wealthy hedonists of New Brazil. There were lots of em.

That was three years ago. Since then she’s occupied herself with little more than partying and living life and she’s found herself with more than a few connections and found herself becoming a bit of an intermediary when it comes to sourcing the reeeaal good shit. Hell, she didn’t need the substantial cash flow that was now coming her way, but found that she just kept on taking it. Who needed life outside of New Brazil anyway?

Of course the lifestyle she now walked has had its pit-falls too. She’s been shot at twice, threatened at knife point and been robbed more than just a few times. But it’s all part of the rush as far as she’s concerned. Oh, so was managing to smash up and nearly kill herself in a wreck driving under the influence about seven months ago. Boy that was a fun night.

Fortunately the Fuchs could afford the very best in medical care and hush money, after several surgeries and one shiny biomechanical arm later she was back at it good as new and raring to go.

She had in fact just been on her way to dropping off a satchel filled with all manner of goodies, just outside of Tarkari square, when all fucking hell had broken loose and everything had changed. Explosions are usually pretty confusing, or so she’d always assumed.

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Gregious Fuchs - Papa Fuchs in all his glory. It’s not like he’d ever really spent too much one on one time with his daughter in the first place, but that didn’t stop her craving his love. Not so much anymore though.

Andria Fuchs - Mama Fuchs. Unfortunately she’s dead and has been for over twenty years. Probably still the second best family relationship she has.

Alfred Fuchs - Eldest son and protégé of the Fuchs dynasty. Up to his balls in corporate bullshit. Rachel could probably count the number of conversations she’s ever had with him on her fingers and still have a hand spare to gesture rudely at him.

Sara Monfort-Fuchs - Elder sister and corporate socialite extraordinaire. She married into another wealthy corporate family and started pumping out brats years ago.

Niklas Fuchs - Youngest Fuchs son and older brother to Rachel. The only Fuchs she’s ever really gotten on with. He too has experienced the ire of their father and so now enjoys a meaningless corporate title and pay check whilst maintaining all appearances of being ‘well behaved’.

Sanya Walsh - Childhood best friend and sweetheart. Marked as a dissenter along with her family. Arrested and processed about three years ago - assumed dead or at the least very, very fucked up.

’The Gang’ – Rachel’s little group of miscreants. Okay well they’re not actually really that bad when you look at the big picture. Generally rich kids messing around with their money and having a good time. Drugs are about as far as they really dip their toes into the ‘criminal underbelly’ of New Brazil. Okay they might have some guns too, but who doesn’t?

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Telekinesis - The power to manipulate objects and matter with one's mind. Cool.

Initially Rachel’s abilities are severely limited and draining to use, requiring intense focus to achieve even the slightest of movements - and often not without some pretty shitty consequences. Her mind’s physical strength isn’t much at all either, hardly being able to lift something a child would have no problem with. The further away something is as well seems to severally limit her capacity to manipulate objects. Right now her ‘ability’ is more of a literal pain in the ass than anything else.

Through continued use and pushing the limits however it seems these boundaries will lesson and her abilities will eventually improve to the point where she can replicate anything she could physically do without too much straining. Going beyond that again however still takes a hefty toll. We’re talking nose bleeds and followed by blood leaking from eyes, ears, mouth… possibly other places followed by unconsciousness and maybe worse. Not pretty.

Beyond that though without experimentation the true finer details of what she could achieve remain hidden, after all physics is one confusing son of a bitch and being able to manipulate things with your brain powers isn’t exactly a normal thing. Maybe the ability to ‘shoot’ objects at people, or maybe even to stop bullets. That’d be hella sweet.

That being said she truly has no idea of what she is or isn’t capable of, at least not yet.

Right now, pretty much everything about her ability is a weakness. Sure it’ll get better, but even then she remains as fleshy and fragile as ever. Maybe one day she will be able to stop bullets and shit like that, but only if she’s able to focus and concentrate whilst it’s happening - and even then, who knows how many objects she can effect at once. Guns tend to fire lots of bullets, and sometimes not even bullets. What even is plasma anyway?

She also has to be able to actually see what she’s moving. It’d be pretty sick to be able to move things she couldn’t see, but so far that just hasn’t happened and probably wont. I don't know.

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Finally done! Sound boi coming in!

Nathaniel Atkins

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_{N A T H A N I E L "S I G M A" A T K I N S
◄ 24 ▎ MALE ▎ 1.96 m (5'8") ►}

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As a DJ working the soundboards at various mainstream nightclubs and glitter bars, Nathaniel considers himself as well acquainted with being the center of the party. His ever-expanding audio library supplies him with a plethora of various different tunes to mix-and-match so that he can keep the party alive and have the masses fall into a hypnotizing groove with the beat. This allows Nathan to kick-back and relax, essentially rendering him nearly invisible to those simply looking for a good time - so as long as they like the music of course.

While most DJs could take advantage of this to do more risque activities out of sight - such as doing narcotics or hooking up with prostitutes - Nathaniel wasn’t too interested in them (with the exception of an occasional vape). He’s just fine with grabbing a drink or two and chatting with his mates backstage, or listening to his own personal playlist, allowing himself to usually avoid getting into unnecessary trouble. It’s all honest work to him and quite frankly he doesn’t want to lose out on valuable income that goes into paying the bills and the chance to add or upgrade his equipment.

Of course, when he's not taking control of the party, Nathan's often laid-back nature takes a backseat into more pressing matters with the MLI. Just as he's laser focus with producing bombastic music, it seamlessly transfers into his job in intercepting and jamming enemy communications in total silence. In parties, his espionage role blends in with his primary job, allowing him to hear important conversations while looking unassuming with his position. Still, he knows when to be careful. One small misstep can cost him dearly. And he knows fully well that the punishment in getting caught would jeopardize his entire career and way of life forever.

And yet, despite him teetering on the brink of mortality at all times, Nathan's determined to help the people for the betterment of a brighter and safer Mars.

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Before finding himself rebelling against the status quo of the Martian government, Nathaniel Atkins’ goal in life was to follow in his old man’s footsteps. His father - Abram Atkins - was a well-known music artist, who often created funky, step-based music for all manners of events and purposes: from nightclub raves to thirty second holovision commercials. A young Nathan would always find his father working on his next song within his home studio, or hear the faint bumps and beats vibrate through the hallway. In fact, Nathan often listened to his father’s music - mixed in with other artists that he happened to like - when at school and shared it with his friends who became big fans themselves. This prompted Nathan to want to create his own music in the spirit of his old man and make his own mark in the music industry with his own unique take.

When he was a little bit older Nathan began to learn his father’s studio layout and was taught how everything worked. Soon enough, he began to make his own tracks that took heavy inspirations from his father’s work. At first, he would remix his father’s songs in a unique way, before being comfortable enough to make his own tracks. They would be based on Abram’s work, however being mixed in with inspirations from older Earthling artists that Nathan often listened to. He would compare his works to that of an early 2000s Earthling band called The Gorillaz in the aspect that he didn’t limit himself to one particular genre, but rather used, reused and experimented with multiple different kinds. While his father often worked (or was forced to work) on the step-based pop music that saturated Mars with a stale normalcy, Nathan found himself reusing older genres that were popular on Earth such as metal, reggae, rock, orchestral, and others. Nathan wanted to revive a genre that was generally untapped on Mars and revolutionize music in a whole new way.

Of course, Nathan had to first experiment with the music - as did his father before him. At first, these creations were rather crude and erratic, often a mish-mash of various artists strung into one song. However, Nathan continued to improve and refine his work, ultimately creating something that he believed would be something unique. Still he hesitated in publically releasing his works, being still unsure as to how the populace would hold them.

While he continued working on his personal tracks, he eventually found himself a job as a DJ for local nightclubs and parties through the help of his father. Thanks to his personal experience, Nathan was able to quickly get comfortable and make a personal living off it. He mostly played the typical step-based music, with many of his father’s tracks included with it. During this stage, he was able to befriend a variety of unique people. From fellow artists to potential romantic flings, Nathan had always found himself in the middle of the party.

But there was one party that would place him in the center of something far bigger than he could imagine. One moment he would find himself talking to a trio of fans, simply chatting away about music tastes, until the conversation took a steep political turn. They talked about the rapid deterioration of New Brazil’s government and the ever increasing threat of rampant corruption and violence. Nathan was never too much into politics, but nonetheless he listened. They would then reveal to him as members of the Martian Liberation Insurgency and that they were always looking for more people to join their cause. Not risking in wanting his comfortable life being derailed into potential death, Nathan would politely decline their advance.

When he returned home, he would be soon greeted to his home phone ringing. When he picked it up, he would hear a call from one of his dad’s neighbors. His father had commited suicide through a drug overdose. For a moment, Nathan was stunned and taken completely aback by his greatest inspiration - by his own father no less - having taken his own life. Nathan couldn’t understand why he did kill himself. From what he’d seen, his father had always been in very high spirits and one who seemed more optimistic of the world and his passion for music. The last time he talked to him, which was only several weeks prior, didn’t seem to hint at any abnormalities or disturbances in thought. It all simply just didn’t add up.

But what Nathan didn’t know was a totally different part of his father that he had never seen before. Behind his seemingly successful and passionate exterior, laid a dark interior of a tortured soul who couldn’t afford to escape an endless loop of repetition. It didn’t help that he still couldn’t get over Nathan’s long dead mother, who had died in an automotive accident when he was very young: too young to even remember. But most importantly was how he became completely fed up with how dire the overall situation was in New Brazil. His father’s passion for music was a way for him to escape the real world and make something for both the benefit of himself and others… until it started becoming much more of a chore than a passion. Till he could no longer escape the tragic state of the real world and the corporate masters that puppeted him along with the entire industry and beyond. Thus he died chugging down a whole bottle of antidepressants in his studio, only to be found several hours later by one of his assistants.

Nathan broke down shortly after ending the call. And it was this moment that had opened his eyes to a completely new world… a darker and crueler world. He became angry. Angry that he couldn’t help his dad when he could. Angry at how the government was treating the populace and suffocating creativity. He was angry at the state of the world that it was in. And he wanted to change it. But lucky for him, he knew just where to start…

With this revelation fresh in his mind, Nathan would proceed to join the MLI in secret, going by the calling card of “Sigma”. Utilizing his position as a DJ, he would find himself in exclusive VIP parties in order to gain info on any particular assailants or targets. In addition, he would also be trained and specialized as an intelligence agent in intercepting transmissions and audio chatter. His efforts would prove vital to the insurgency, allowing them to pick up on valuable information in order for them to achieve their goals. For the most part, he otherwise kept out of unnecessary engagements due to his low-key profile and his skills with music. And when he was not doing any of this, he would continue working on his songs, making new singles that emanated with raw emotional energy in response of his trauma, with most chanting for revolution against the tyranny of the current Martian government.

Still, trouble would one day find him. And find him it did.

While Nathan was on his way to a high-class nightclub, he was forced to travel through the slums of a rundown neighborhood near Takari square that was notorious for its high concentration of crime. Just before he would have a chance to leave it, his van was ambushed by a group of waterbandits who launched a firework straight into his windshield. Once it exploded, Nathan found himself blinded by a volley of bright before his van skidded out of control and crashed into a nearby building. When he awoke from his daze, he found himself shocked at how quiet everything seemed to be. So quiet in fact that he couldn’t hear one of the bandits open his car door before being dragged out and planted against a wall. Through his blurred vision he could see the bandit leader talking to him, but while his lips moved Nathan couldn’t hear what he said. Nathan struggled to figure out what he was saying, only to have his efforts unintentionally annoy him before the group surrounded him and began to brutally beat him senseless.

Nathan helplessly curled into a ball as he tried to shield himself from the kicks to his ribs and the bats that whacked at his back. He couldn’t hear them laughing at him, but he could no doubt feel each blow becoming harder with every passing moment.

Then suddenly he would notice a bright light illuminating the entire area, followed by a rippling shockwave. He couldn’t quite tell what was going on, but before he knew it he noticed that the beatings had abruptly stopped. Did some kind of divine intervention save him from death? He wouldn’t quite have enough time to figure it out before he lost consciousness...

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_{Abram Atkins (Deceased)}

- Nathan’s father was the man responsible for his dreams in becoming a music producer himself. A kind-hearted and supporting father, he was always willing to help his son in becoming a successful artist just like himself. Still, it wouldn’t help him fight against the inner demons that he tried to keep from ruining his son, eventually costing him his life.

_{Irene Atkins (Deceased)}

- Nathan never really had a chance to know his mother. Having died when he was three in an automotive accident, the only things he had ever heard of her was how she was a beautiful brunette woman with a heart of gold. His father’s friends had also mentioned that she was a lawyer in-training before she died.

_{The Martian Liberation Insurgency}

- As Nathan’s second chance at life, he always wondered what life would be like if he hadn’t joined them. He had found a new purpose within their ranks, and on top of that they still allowed him to continue with his passion for making music. Without them, he believed that he would more than likely end up in a similar fate like his father.

_{Synthia Lawrence}

- A minor crush that he met at a rave during his early years as a DJ. While they eventually lost touch within a year, Nathan still had fond memories of hanging around her. He had a song in the works that was inspired by her, but never had time to finish it.

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A U D I O K I N E S I S

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Power: Nathan has the power to control, manipulate, and create sound through the power of Audiokinesis. The enhancements provided by the EE had infused his bloodstream special nanotubes that take in outside audio from all around his body - allowing him not only to hear again, but also utilize it for more practical purposes.

• Enhanced Hearing: Thanks to the specialized nanotubes injected into his bloodstream, Nathan’s hearing has not only grown more sensitive, but also the fact that he can now hear from essentially every part of his body. His skin senses the various vibrations in the air, which the nanotubes absorb and send them back to the user’s brain to proceed as such. This helps in better identifying the particular direction, tone, and distance of where said sound is coming from.
• Sound Projection: Nathan can project sound from his entire body - whether it be music or recordings - at any volume he desires. He can create sound blasts from his hands and mouth at either ultrasonic and infrasonic frequencies, which usually disorient and sometimes kills opponents. He can also charge up raw noise and unleash it in a pulse attack via shockwave.
• Sound Amplification: Through an existing sound source, Nathan can amplify it with his own noise to artificially louden or soften it. He is capable of creating a barrier of amplified white noise to stun opponents.
• Sound Absorption: Nathan can absorb soundwaves and negate their effects completely. He can then reflect the noise back at the target via Sound Projection.
• Sound Mimicry: Nathan can automatically remember a noise and mimic it to near perfect tone and pitch just by hearing it once.
• Soundwave Perception (Passive): Nathan is able to physically see audio waves at will in a volley of colors that depend on the particular sound. This ultimately allows for him to directly pinpoint the direction of a particular sound, even amidst a volley of other coinciding waves. He can even feel other people’s emotions through their soundwaves.
• Record: Nathan’s headphones can record up to five minutes of audio at a time and play it back through sound projection. He can also access his records though a holographic screen to pick out a particular recording.

Limitations:

• Range Limit: Despite his enhanced hearing allowing him to hear sounds from significant distances away, he can’t hear through multiple walls or sound-proof walls. Max distance can also be affected by the number of intense noises in the general area.
• Finite Charge: Nathan’s headphone set has a limited battery life of 15 hours of active idle usage. However, utilizing more energy in attacks or specialized movements for long periods of time - or of greater magnitude - can hasten its battery life. Thus he needs to utilize his powers sparingly and briefly.

Weaknesses:

• Deafness: Nathan is able to take his specialized headphones off his head, yet in doing so he would immediately become deaf and be unable to use his powers. Such situations can occur if he needs to recharge them, is sleeping, or if they were knocked off his head during a fall or a fight. While the headphones were designed to stick to the nanotubes situated in his ear canals, significantly decreasing the risk of such a situation, this can still happen easily through reasonable force.
• EMP/Electrical Attacks: EMP attacks can instantly interfere with Nathan’s headphones, causing him to hear a painful static noise at best or shutting them down immediately at worst. Even electrical contact, such as being tasered, can travel up through his nanotubes and effect his headphones in the same effect.

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[BigPapaBelial]

Alright then, believe I've added and changed everything that was asked for. Although at this point I'm just glad to get it to this point.

Mason Rivers

Mason Rivers

◄ 28 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'1" ►

P R O F I L E

We got a hot hand here folks, lots of money on the table. Get your bets in right now for the next roller!

It's the wonders of a Glitter bar and casino folks. You don't get in there and get a job without being an interesting sort. Mason wouldn't be all that interesting to the Bounty hunters, and Cartelli would probably find little use for his skill set. A man who sees everything as a way to play a game. A man who enjoys a smile, and getting others to smile. And making the world just a little more vibrant with a quick dance and the exchange of money. What's this mean in the grand scheme of things? Well Mason is the number one dealer and one of many major attractions at the Golden Card Casino and Bar in one of the Glitter enclaves. He's the all singing, all dancing, fast talking dealer at a high stakes Black Jack table. When Mason is dealing you're in for as much of a show as you are a game. Between hands or players he's dancing and singing and catching the attention of the people in the area.

The whip thin, yet well muscled young man with white and pink hair, shaggy and almost to his shoulders. It flares and flicks about as he dances and sings to the music piped in to his table. The Casino's Black vest with red velvet inner lining is worn open on his chest over a shirt of varying color, depends mostly on how he feels that day. It can be a marble grey or a vibrant neon yellow, all depends. And over all that a long pink short robe that stops at his hips, a fuzzy feather and fur neck ruff attached to the robe, white and pink. Usually a deep blue silk trousers on his legs and beautiful leather boots to round out his working ensemble. But then with the life style of the Glitters it goes on into his off hours too really. The man is walking billboard for the Glitters let me tell ya folks.

Ah but to see the world like it was before. That just don't fly for Mason anymore. No more drab grey and brown and black. It's the life of a Glimmer Member he's all for. It's all the party, the music, the sex and the thirst for life! That's what it's all about. That's where it's at. You take life like a never ending party. And all the trials and tribulations and all the ups and downs become just new parts of the party. And when life is a game and a show, then your outlook is one of always chasing the next incredible moment. A fight or a new drink, or the next hit of a drug, all to keep things new and interesting. This pertains to alot of things when that's your life, food, drink, even sex you're always trying something new.

As such Mason is always chasing the next new sensation, that next new high. Not that the ones he's tried before aren't stale or anything, but why stop at one?

Hey check it out ya'll. Who wants that double? You want that double? That's right we got a hot hand here folks.

D A Y S - G O N E

We need to explore this abit. No not the naughty stuff, if you want that it’s 21.99 on Redtube.

No no, Mason grew up in Grand LA, a Cartelli enclave, his parents, both still alive have worked for Cartelli from day one pretty much. Both of them working in the same building, his father a Claims and Stats collector, his mother a receptionist for one of the offices in the building. Both were very caring and loving parents to the young Mason. Cartelli provided education for all children of their employees, with the idea that after their schooling they’d probably end up working for the company. It probably would have worked out too if it hadn’t turned out that Mason didn’t exactly come out of it with a set of skills that Cartelli could really use. He had great math skills, and some bombing dance and drama class marks, but other then the math, it really wasn’t a set of skills Cartelli could use.

So Mason was told to look further a field for work. And found it in Jonestown Ultima, a Glitter held Enclave about 30 minutes away from New Brazil. In fact his commute to and from the Golden Card tends to take him through New Brazil then over to Razen’s Claim Glitter Enclave where the Casino is located.

His original course of action was just to find something that allowed him to survive. Work, any kind of work, to get some credits in his account and so he could pay for that apartment he found himself in. Small place, great vibes though. There were a number of Djs living in the building so he was treated to almost nightly practice sessions that shook the building. Ol’ Man Jerkins on the 5th floor hated it, but Mason loved it. The music and the life and the vibrancy resonated with him.

He found the Golden Card mostly by accident. And would stop in every other night mostly, get a drink watch the Glimmer girls and guys working the floor. Some pretty boy and girl on the stage. A dealer trying to get someone else in on a game of poker, black jack, craps or what have you. It was all an even newer flavour that Mason really didn’t know existed. Slowly he became a regular. The bouncer a big handsome wolfman at the door would greet him as, “Mr. Rivers”, at the door. Some of the girls and a few of the boys would recognize him. The Glimmers began to rub off on him even. He started to dress a little wilder. His boss at the restaurant would chew him out for coming to work the next day in a plastic biohazard shirt or something along those lines.

As time went on and he worked in a small restaurant he found that he was living a really boring life. Up to help open the place he’d got work at, serve tables, collect his tips and wait for the end of the week pay check. Again and again, this went on for about a year.

Then it happened. And it happened quite suddenly.

It all started so small. And even to this day Mason would tell you it happened by accident. What the hell am I talking about? Why Mason's fondest memory. The day that the Golden Card spotted him. To be honest he'd been living in the Enclave for most of his adult life. His parents had lived in a Cartelli enclave all their lives, even to that day. But Mason had moved out and went to find his own way. And that's how he made it into the Glimmer Enclave. It felt right somehow. He had started going to the Golden Card one night, after that crap job at a restaurant down the street. Mostly to blow off steam.

And that night the music had been popping and a cute floor boss had given him a gift. A shot from a hypo-syringe. It felt like everything had opened up. And he was on the dance floor, just working it. Nails, hair, hips, heels. Head, shoulders, knees, toes, don't you dare touch these clothes! He ruled that dance floor. To the point when the songs were over and he was coming down off the high the Floor Boss walked up to him with the thick wad of cash that the other patrons had thrown at his feet, money he hadn't even noticed. The Night Manager invited him back the next night, and the night after that. Until a week later he was a part time entertainer and dancer. He didn't even need a shot of that yellow drug by the third day.

Becoming a dealer after that was the cherry on the top. He could make it a show. Make it his brand. And the Casino started to rack in more cash because of the show he could put on.

Because of this, Mason tends to be very open and approachable to people. He's quick to burst into dance or song. Even more so if he pops a little something before hand. He'll even offer a little something on the side if you're good. All depends on how the little vibrant young man feels at the time. Just don't push your luck. He doesn't look it but he'll put you down with flair.

It was all another day, just another back to back stint in the casino, hell Mason was still slightly sweaty from the dancing he had been doing and sticky from...well something. Let's not get into it. Let's just say after his shift he and a hot little number, he still wasn't sure if it was a guy or girl really even now, had spent sometime in a dark corner of the casino getting dirty.

Ah but that's not the story we want to hear. That's for...other entertainment.

No no, the real freaky story, is that big bright ball of something or other that formed while he was walking home. Still high on what ever the floor boss had slipped him that day. He'd been skipping and dancing down the streets to his own internal mixtape when heat, sound,and fire. Everywhere. Just BOOM baby! He hadn't noticed any of the other people in the area when it happened. too engrossed in his own world. But he noticed when he came too. Some dying fella was saying something about Free Mountain and a Resistance plan.

Mason was about to just brush it off, go back home, drink that bottle of Black Label he'd been gifted by an admirer. He was really going to do that, until the goon squads had showed up. Against his better judgment he'd linked up with the rest of the folks that were there. New Mountain it is.

M E M O R I E S

Alot of the things that Mason remembers are mostly the fun and games they get up too during shifts. Often encouraged by their boss who likes to see the shows his workers put on. Three way bump and grind? Fine...someone is going to want to watch it.

One of the workers closing their table briefly to put a show up on the dance pole, maybe a two way, two guys or two girls. Hell, a guy and a girl working the pole even. Just as long as they keep the rough stuff to the back rooms after the show. Don’t want to get the dance runway slippery.

One of Mason’s fondest memories is the training he went through. More experienced performers putting him through his paces finding what he’s good at, what he can afford to learn, and where his skill set is best. This was found to be dancing, singing and making people at ease and willing to play. In many ways actually.

Relationships:

Oliver and Melissa Shawna Rivers: Mason’s parents. Working in Grand LA Cartelli Enclave. Somewhat estranged at the moment after a visit to Jonestown and Razen’s Claim to find out what their son was doing and find him working as a Pleasure Boy, Dancer and Casino dealer. Melissa nearly fainted at the thought and Oliver had some very harsh words for his son, mostly to smarten up and make better use of his time. May not have helped Mason was high during their visit on something his Floor Boss had slipped him the night before.

Floor Boss Travis Moorstown: Mason’s boss at the Golden Card. Tall, wide shouldered, powerfully built. And Mason isn’t shy to admit that Travis was Mason’s first ever “customer” once he started taking them. Travis runs his shifts relaxed and smooth. If you’re on you’re on, don’t give some kind of excuse why you aren’t on the floor doing your thing.

Pit Boss Brayson Joks: The Pit Boss, or the Cage Manager. Runs all the money aspects on Mason’s shifts usually. Collects money and tips from performers and the tables, works out the house take and the tips going out to each performer. He’s known to crack heads, even the security and bouncers are afraid of this rail thin guy. He’ll strike like a lightning bolt and take your wallet afterward.

Tina Laughey, Nixie Boughtom, Paula Atlas, Nathan “Nate” Olius and Patrick “Paddy” O’Connol: Mason’s usual shift mates. Tina and Nixie work the Pleasure Girl rooms, Paula is a Singer and Dealer like Mason. Nathan works the Joyboy rooms, and is known as Natural Nate, for some very incredible reasons. Paddy does a strip and pole routine and dances with Mason at times. They’re pretty much one big happy family, the six of them.

Big Wolf Brick Vallis: One of the main augmented members of the Golden Card, modded himself out to look like the big bad wolf of story time legend. Big grey wolf fur down his back and over his ribs, long grey tail complete with ears, snout full of teeth. Works the doors as a bouncer.

P O W E R S

Power:

Main Power = Gravity Manipulation Sub-power = Gravity Generation

The applied manipulation of gravitic fields, in this case only compression states. Meaning he can only crush and squeeze rather then push or pull with the gravity. The power only applies to the generation of localized gravity fields, and once applied must be either offset by someone with the opposing gravity manipulation power, or allowed to run it’s course and dissipate on it’s own. This power also allows the user to create mini black holes, spin them up, have them do their business then spin them back out to limit collateral damage. Gravity Generation also allows the user to apply a up or down force in an area by switching the gravity field in an area. Thus allowing a person or even the user to either relax gravity to allow for say a higher or further jump or on the flip side cause gravity to ramp up, and pin a person or the user to a surface.

Applications:

Gravity Up: Ramping up the pull of gravity on a person, thing or area. Causing an increase in the feeling of weight and an increase in the effort it takes to move, and even stand. Can be held for a fairly long time, as it takes less effort for Mason to produce this effect. Can be used to flatten large areas of land, clear forests, flatten hills. But only on large and diffuse areas, usually around Mason’s location.

Gravity Down: Decreasing the pull of gravity on a person, thing of area. This is the exact opposite of Gravity Up, where the gravity is decreased allowing for an ease of movement due to Gravity being lessened. Allows for those in the affected area or those being directly affected to jump, move, and lift things and themselves with greater ease. Like Gravity up the ability is general centers on Mason’s location.

Crush: One of Mason’s targeted abilities. A chosen target is subjected to intense gravity. So much so that it pulled so hard against a surface that it will, unless pulled out of the field effect, be crushed flat. Mason really has to concentrate on this one as it’s harder to keep a sustained field in one place rather then in a large general area.

Gravity Well: A powerful targeted ability, where a specific area on the field is chosen and the gravity of that area is ramped up to a point where it overrides the gravity of surrounding areas. In doing so it pulls everyone, friend of foe towards that location. Getting far enough away from it is the only means of negating it’s effects.

Limitation:

As opposed to other Gravitic abilities, the user is only able to generate one form of gravity this being crushing or compression gravity. Where as this may put a question on the Gravity up ability, it’s just reversed direction, instead of pulling down, Gravity Up is pulling or crushing upwards.

Despite one might think, the user of Gravity Generation is not immune to their own abilities and applications of it. Mason can get hit by his own Gravity Well, and can be easily affected by Crush if within it's area of effect. And he’s in no way separate from it when he creates a Gravity Up or Gravity Down situation.

Weaknesses:

There is a very large chance that once applied, the user will be unable to reverse what ever application has been applied. And the user will be completely unable to control the effect of the application afterwards. Having to either let it play out and dissipate on it’s own, or find someone with the opposite effect to reverse it.

In Mason’s case, this power requires him to stay still to use any of the applications. Which is completely anathema to his carefree always moving life style.

This power also requires alot of his attention to produce many of the applications. Meaning he can either focus on using the power or focus on running away not both at the same time.

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@BigPapaBelial Replace singularity with a power that won't destroy every enclave it's cast in, please.

Here are your new weaknesses: Mason when casting any of his powers requires attention but if his mental attention is interrupted either by a mental attack against him or physically (getting attacked, moved, pushed etc) this will dissipate any attack being cast at the time. Mason is also affected by attacks, if pulled into one of his own attacks he won't be able to survive his own power.

New limitations: Not all enemies can be affected by Mason's gravity, if a strong or boss target is afflicted by a gravity attack they will pull themselves out of the application when applicable. Also those with specialized suits will negate or deflect these attacks.

[Ceta de Cloyes]

Locke Turner

_{L O C K E T U R N E R
◄ 25 ▎ MALE - FTM ▎ 6" - 182.5 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Locke is something of a starving artist, fitting into the stereotype both at first impression and as others learn more about him. He's often been described as being prone to ruminations and brooding, dedicated to his craft, and, of course, he's always had a signficant dearth of funds preventing him from fully realizing his dreams. Part of that perception stems from his appearance; dressed in plain clothes of solid colors, usually dark tones, all of them too loose or too tight, with a carefully trimmed face and messily tangled hair. Pretty, in his own way, and boyishly charming in his mannerisms. When he interacts with someone he does it with an attentive focus that can as intimidating as it is flattering, and his voice has a steady and clear quality to it that is nice, but high and sharp enough to seem mismatched to his more staid demeanor.

Constantly faced with new and unfortunate twists of fate, Locke is somewhat jaded to the misfortune of others, and reacts to his own woes with a mix of feigned nonchalance and resigned challenge. He's certainly not unused to fighting for every advantage or roughed-up speck of luck. The truth of his emotions can be hard to pin down, too often he straddles a line between avoidance and acceptance, a balancing act that works well for him... most of the time. Sometimes his little balancing act only lets his troubles stew into a cloud of tension that is difficult to work through.

As a general rule Locke is almost always presenting as relaxed and calm, lazy even, though in the privacy of his own head he's more mentally focused, quick-witted and easily distracted by errant thoughts. The exception to the rule is found when making his art; the composed mask of a man unfazed falls away, along with the rest of the world, leaving him bare and true to his feelings, allowing him a chance to really connect with his own emotions in a way that is as terrifying as it is liberating.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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A little orphan boy from a little orphan gang, for the most part anyway. His parents died when he was thirteen, and he was never told why, just shuffled along by an enforcer to an orphanage, along with his younger half-brother Keith. The matron noted their names down and promptly forgot about them, allowing them to be recruited into a proto-gang of thieving children and disappear onto the streets of New Brazil for hours at a time. Hours became days, days weeks, and then... well, then came Hook. He was an older boy, new to the orphanage, though definitely from the same streets Locke came from, instead he was a rougher sort, but they were instant friends. Hook, first name Gage, was more ambitious and street smart than any of the other kids, and he took over their little clan of criminal urchins and taught them all the tips and tricks to really suck them into a life of crime.

They called themselves the Battery, puns and japes about baseball and all the related gimmicks became their lingo. They were still little more than orphan ruffians, but with a swish name and a cooler, older kid egging them on? Locke and his brother quickly got themselves into more trouble than they could handle and only the intervention of one Jemma Reyes saved them from a disastrous end. Their "gang" was hired hired as lookouts and spies for an information dancer- no wait, a pole broker- nope still not right - a pole dancing information broker! Or something like that, Locke never did learn her official job description besides "looking pretty" and "recruiting gangsters at gun point" which was all he needed to know in all fairness. The Battery became subsumed by the Glitters, semi-adopted and semi-employed as "adorable little banditos".

At first Locke was more of an errand boy than anything else, until he began to truly get good at art and put his skills at design to work for the Glitters, improving their interior decor, advertisements, and other small things. Then, when that didn't pay enough and the Glitters decided he was age-appropriate they paid for his transition and in return he became a more direct entertainer, if a bit more low-key than the usual guises of Glitters' personnel. He had fangs added eventually, and then played up the "vampire" look for a bit with the red eyes and pale skin, occasionally mixing up hair colors, but never anything as extreme as the more extensive augments others preferred. He kept up with the other Battery kids, some of which had followed him to become more direct members of the Glitters and others, like Hook and his brother, that stayed more on the mercenary side of things. Sometimes he even joined in, when he was needed, or just when he wanted to, landing him more than a few offensive skill sets that proved useful way more than they ought to.

Things fell flat soon after his twenty-third birthday when Keith was killed. The details were sketchy and Hook was far too cagey for Locke's liking, ending their on-again off-again relationship on a particularly sour note. Keith had never liked Locke's sparse collection of augments, nor that Locke had practically given up on his art to be a piece of meat on display, so he stripped all of them out, returning to his natural coloration, reversed the fangs, and finally parted ways with the Glitters. Officially at least, he didn't leave his friends behind and occasionally took on small jobs for them, but for the most part he was independent for the first time in... ever.

Being independent sucked.

No money, no protection, no benefits - and he refused to work with that bastard Hook, a man he'd known and trusted for half his life but couldn't manage to spit out any details about why his only brother was dead. So he did literally anything else.

_{M E M O R I E S}

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• Ann and Jaime Turner: {Parents/Deceased} The Turners were more well to do than most, receiving a hefty paycheck for their work - not that Locke knows what that work was, just that his quality of life dropped drastically after they died. He still doesn't know the details, by the time he was old enough to demand more information he was too preoccupied to pursue it, and now whatever it was that led to their end has been thoroughly covered up.

• Keith Turner: {Half-Brother/Deceased} In a startling similarity that isn't lost on Locke, his brother Keith has also gone missing - presumed dead, if Hook is to be believed at least. Keith was the more serious and pragmatic of the two, and always encouraged his older brother to pursue the things that made him happy rather than settle for the hand fate had dealt him. Locke has taken that wish to heart since his death, better late than never right? So he hoped, anyway.

• Gage Hook: {Former Lover} Long-time childhood friend and fellow orphan, Hook was the one to raise him and the rest of the Battery from no-name street urchins to the Glitters' pets - and while that might not seem like an impressive niche it was one that kept them reasonably well-fed and protected. Now he runs what's left of the Battery as a militant group of infiltrators and mercenaries exclusive to the Glitters. Hook and Locke held a fractal relationship for years, never exclusive or serious, but always putting each other first. The death of Keith was followed by Hook's lackluster attempts to claim ignorance led to the dissolution of whatever confusing commitments the two had for each other.

• Jemma Reyes: {Former Boss} Jemma is low on the Glitters' totem pole, and given she hired the Battery that shows how much lower they are in comparison. She was a kind woman, but professional. Jemma protected her girls, and then also her boys when she hired the orphans, but she was never afraid to use them either. It meant something to Locke to be useful, to have his passions and skills taken seriously, but as time wore on he felt more and more like a tool than a person. He parted from Jemma and the Glitters on good terms, and sometimes still does work for them, but the times where Jemma called the shots in his life are over now.

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Photokinesis: Locke has the ability to manipulate light by creating photosensitive projections.

Techniques:

• Illusions: In effect Locke's projections are very tenuous force-fields that interact with light in unique ways and can be used to create false images around him. The illusions are fragile, but very convincing and require little effort to be detailed and life-like, enough to easily fool eyes and cameras alike. They can be created anywhere within his range of perception, be any size or shape, and can persist indefinitely unless disrupted or dismissed. More flexible projections can be "attached" to a target, which conform to it's shape and are harder to disrupt.
  
  • Limits: Projections can be disrupted by any small force, resisting breezes but falling apart at a gust of wind or even a gentle shove. Animated illusions have a faint heat-signature and require line-of-sight to maintain, becoming still once outside Locke's perception. Attached illusions are disrupted over a short amount of time, breaking quicker on more active targets. Projections have no sound, taste, or smell, and only the faintest tickling sensation if touched.

• Illumination: At short range Locke can create less complex projections that simply radiate light, from a dim firefly's glow to rays bright enough to sear flesh and scorch metals. This technique allows him to temporarily blind or painfully burn enemies.
  
  • Limits: Projections that create light instead of simply interacting with it are much weaker, and while they can get hot enough that disrupting them is dangerous they are short-lived and immediately broken on direct contact with solid objects. Locke's range for light-bearing projections is severely limited, working only barely outside of arm's reach, and cannot be attached to a target.

• Invisibility: The last kind of projection doesn't manipulate or create light, but becomes immune to it. Invisibility projections are totally intangible, which means they cannot be disrupted by material objects. They are also three-dimensional, which creates a space inside them that cannot be seen from outside the projection. Invisibility can also be attached to a target, unlike illuminations.
  
  • Limits: The durability of invisibility projections is determined by light-level, greater exposure to bright light causing the projection to become disrupted faster. There is a hard limit on their size, about the size of a football goal structure, and the previous limitation on attached projections stacks - an attached invisibility projection would quickly disrupt from the effects of a bright environment and an active target.

Weaknesses: Locke can only create or manipulate his projections if they're within eyesight, meaning he cannot send his power through technology such as cameras. While they do persist after he breaks line-of-sight with his projections, they will become blurry and inanimate. His powers are easily disrupted, broken by as little force as shooing away a fly, causing the projections and their effects to instantly disperse. Focus is required to maintain each projection, and overlapping projections tend to disrupt each other.

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@BigPapaBelial Accepted.

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Just for clarification.

The 'Recollections' part of the IC in the first post.

Everyone is viewing these visions while passed out.

[𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽/𝙷𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 - 𝙰𝙻𝙻-𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶-𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙼𝙰𝙽] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚗.

^ This is a special dialogue action (or thought depends how you act - Hector woke up "Ian fucking Everyman!" Madison woke up thinking, was that Ian Everyman?)

There will be more (Physical & Relation actions).

These are special actions opened up for named characters seen above in this excerpt who can react and act based on the line given to them.

The reason they are given these actions may vary, in this instance Madison and Hector both know Ian Everyman. When they awake they'll remember that the man in the vision was Ian Everyman, everyone who wasn't named won't know who the fuck that was in the vision.

Just some clarification.

P.S. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5112528

[Blizz]

Oh we were supposed to be passed out..

Addie didnt pass out she just got dazed like a motherfucker

Oops

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Oh we were supposed to be passed out..

Addie didnt pass out she just got dazed like a motherfucker

Oops

@Blizz

Fail

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Great post so far, for those who have ignored poor MLI boi.

Shammmmeeeee for shame!!!