[OOC] More Than Human

[Lugubrious]

Premise

In the year 2020, reality took a decisive turn.

It began with the people of the world. Pestilence drove them apart, into seclusion, and into condemnation of their fellows. But man was not made for living alone, caged by fear. Tragedy and loss rattled the population, and unrest suffused the globe, escalating into at-times violent opposition. Isolation and division severed the connections of the world, leaving many adrift and in despair. From the other side of the wall a song could be heard, dim and muffled, but as the cracks grew longer the tune became clearer. It was a song of otherness, of restlessness, its simple and beautiful suggestion that this tormented world couldn't possibly be real. Many lost touch with reality, sinking into the gloom that surrounded them, dreaming unsettling and incomprehensible dreams when they slept, and seeing a unfamiliar world that flashed and blurred when they could not, staring into their ceilings and computer screens. As the year got older, even the weather of the world grew aimlessly active. The people could feel it—that sensation of impending disaster, of teetering on a precipice and peering down into the bottomless pit below, and of wondering if what lay below could possibly be worse than what lay behind.

In December, the cracked wall, groaning under the weight of the song on the other side, gave way. For nineteen days and nights, reports came in across the globe of bizarre sightings, of colors that moved and danced, of water where none should be, of things that moved in strange ways in the corners and the shadows. Then the first Well opened, and the rest was history.

All over the world, Wells of bright blue water sprang forth where none should be. Within, no matter what lay there before, lay an infinite Deep. Some Wells came and went like riptides, divulging otherworldly things before sucking worldly things back in, and some came like earthquakes, changing the terrain where they erupted. Whether sanctioned as Divers by the governments of the world or not, people ventured into the Deep, and found an astral sea with no surface. Among all the inexplicable things the Divers saw down there was one discovery: the existence of other wells, like those they came through. And of other worlds beyond them.

For a long time there was chaos. Even as exploratory teams traveled through the helpful currents of the Deep to other worlds, establishing bases and giving them names, other things filtered through onto Earth from beyond. Some arrived subtly, others like explosions, changing the world irreparably. Chief among them was the Lucid Dream, taking over the great cities where multitudes of people lived their lives, clouding them in a tangible malaise, creating surreal doldrums that cultivated distortion. Countless people were changed, both on Earth and other worlds, giving rise to entire subspecies collectively falling under the classification 'More Than Human'--MTH for short, pronounced (and often spelled) 'myth'.

But that's old news. Twenty-eight years have passed, with weirdness becoming the new normal. A state of equilibrium was reached, allowing business to proceed more or less as usual, but the scars of those early years never faded. The Lucid Cities remain effectively lost to the outside world, their residents living unthinking lives on repeat. Gone is the security of the old world, making whole countries into frontiers.

It's in this changed world that you live, and not just as a civilian, no. You're a problem solver, the sort who can fend for yourself. And you or your employers have been contacted by the Interest. A shadowy organization extant principally in rumor and superstition, the Interest has requested your help in a raid on a base of the infamous Gilgamesh Co. Established in the early days of the Opening, as it came to be called, it sought to boost the economies and livelihoods of the world by abusing the resources of other dimensions, and abusing their employees -including the criminals, the purposeless, and the desperate- to get them. Though long since publicly denounced and dissolved, Gilgamesh continues to operate in secret around the globe, and the Interest seems eager to see this branch put down. To that end they're offering fabulous sums of money for professional help, and other things besides—they seem to know exactly what it is you need.

So, a raid on an evil corporation in a world changed by the Opening to other dimensions and peopled by those deemed More Than Human...are you in?

Other Dimensions

After the Opening, Wells emerge across the globe that offer access to the Deep, and through it access to other dimensions. Some wells only appear briefly, but others stay permanently, tinging the surrounding area with features of the nearest dimension. The trip can be made with conventional diving equipment or submarines, or even without as long as one gets really lucky with the currents. Still, travel is risky and inconvenient. Since this RP will be taking place on Earth, knowing the other dimensions isn't that important.

Dimensions

• The Cave – A rich subterranean world of massive caverns. Bioluminescent fungi of all shapes and sizes illuminate a safe and peaceful haven, its temperature comfortable and its meaty flora bountiful. The air is thick, and vapors carry a stimulant that excite the imagination while slowing down biological processes. The lower one goes in the Cave, the heavier the Haze becomes; at its depths, its strong enough to be hallucinogenic and to halt the body's biology completely, eliminating the need for food and sleep, and preventing aging. Since the Cave's discovery, a number of human colonies have flourished there, with large amounts of people from earth immigrating for the sake of a life of indulgent indolence, free of any hardship in paradise. The Haze is addictive, and long-term partakers undergo mutation that intensifies over time, becoming Kin.
• The Grove – a world of forest steeped in endless twilight, lit up by bioluminescent flora, countless twinkling stars, and dancing motes of light. Its landmasses matches that of Earth exactly, although the terrain differs. It is the only world known to man with its own inhabitants: the Unseen. Split between the more humanoid and diminutive Fey and and more malevolent and variable Yokai, the denizens of the Grove bear unmistakable similarities to creatures mentioned in folklore throughout human history. Which one shaped the other remains to be seen, but humans can form connections with them and become Bound. Though many human settlements have been established here, the interference of the Unseen prevents large-scale development.
• Morass - A world of mud beneath a pale yellow sky. From the mud its oddly-shaped islands rise like the tops of plateaus and the heights of mountain ranges, and occasionally they descend as well. Seismic scanners have long identified vast things moving beneath the mud, slowly but surely wandering the realm beneath. Morass is too unstable and harsh to be widely populated, but it's possible to live aboard ships and stationary rigs. The existence of the remnants of an ancient civilization deep below the mud has driven two very disparate industries in this dimension: scientific research, and dredging. Dredge crews operate in secret as penal labor facilities on behalf of various interests on earth, risking the wrath of the world's dangerous, bone-armored life-forms while pulling up artifacts and resources from the ancient cities deep below.
• Horizon - A world of endless sunset sky and dark clouds, which themselves form the only terrain. It demonstrates rare weather patterns in the form of elemental drifts, in which streams of wind, fire, water, and snow dance across the sky. Most interestingly, while Horizon extends infinitely in a lateral sense, it loops vertically. Anything that falls, for instance from a cloud, will pass that same cloud a short time after, again and again ad nauseum. It has no naturally occurring life or resources of its own, making life and even something as simple as exploration here extremely difficult. As such, Horizon is inhabited solely by those who choose to live an ascetic life in pursuit of enlightenment. Temples, monasteries, and even cathedrals long predating Horizon's discovery reside on and within the clouds themselves, slowly drifting through the infinite sky. Those seeking enlightenment live in these structures, and at great length to some attain it. As they tread the path, they slowly grow wings, and upon finding enlightenment most ascend into the sky, while others remain behind as Shepherds.
• Pendulum - A dimension of gargantuan machinery. Clad in the unflinching twilight of a purple atmosphere that's light enough to see by and thick enough to obscure distant objects, the hanging towers of brazen cogs, wheels, and plates stretch as far as the eye can see. Pendulum is a world in perpetual motion, the make of its towering engines as unknown as their purpose. Human ingenuity has allowed adjunct devices to be attached to machinery close to its main wells that link back through the Deep to earth, providing power. Tearing up machinery for salvage is profitable but tricky work, since one wrong move can wreck a vital function to keeping an entire platform from plummeting into the abyss. Clockwork animals live on the machines, maintaining an artificial ecosystem and providing the most reliable source of quality parts. The air is highly static, and low-yield lightening storms often sweep through the towers. Some sections of Pendulum are polluted by a creeping, oily, black and yellow techno-corruption.
• Corpus - A visceral dimension of flesh. Either the world itself is alive, with meat its dirt and bone its rock, or exists within a gigantic organism. The high chance of sickness, the tricky terrain, and the presence of hostile fauna make it fairly dangerous and unstable, so the risks of coming here typically outweigh any rewards. Worst of all is the environment's propensity to 'eat' unwary travelers, either absorbing or infesting and then rejecting them as dangerous Blights. Corpus's biggest benefits to humanity is its abundance of natural tissues. Some formations, like veins of rare ore, possess resilient 'uber cells' that can allow them to survive even if removed and can act as binders for other materials. This has led to the invention of 'living weapons', an experimental arms technology.
• Areia Grande - Better known as Areia, it is a desert dimension of permanent day, its multicolored suns painting monolithic formations of white sand and stone in magnificent displays of color. It remains harsh and difficult to inhabit, moreso than an Earth desert thanks to the verticality of its landscape, but it's widely regarded as a gorgeous and inspirational tourist destination. Few, however, know of its secrets. A percentage of humans are affected mentally by the celestial colors, inducing dizziness and drunkenness at first that eventually lead to paranoia and delusion. Those who wander out into the desert on their might rarely stumble upon hidden oases taking the forms of other biomes replete with elemental power. The materials found in such oases are extremely useful, especially for creating elemental weapons, but eating the fruit can cause debilitating elemental afflictions or even monstrous transformation.

Subspecies

Though all technically human, various More Than Human (myth) subspecies exist in this world. Due to their newness, there aren't really separate cultures, though that hasn't stopped people from trying to establish them.

Some subspecies are uniformly deleterious to humanity and/or the world. These monster subspecies are considered kill-on-sight if threatening or outside of their home dimensions, and their escape into other dimensions are considered emergencies.

• Kin – a magic subspecies. Inhabitants of the Cave who've been mutated by exposure to the Haze. The mutations can be quite extreme and even highly debilitating depending on time in the Cave, and no two are quite alike. The only observable logic is that they appear to be warped by their desires. Long-term Kin carry Haze within themselves and can use it to cast illusions or glamours. They typically resist leaving the Cave strongly, but if forced out, they can be brought to their senses, typically at the cost of permanent depression.
• Deviant – a physical subspecies. A person either traveled to or born into the Cave with a resistance to the Haze. They develop minor mutation in the form of demonic or bestial features, but otherwise resist change. They're energetic, hardy of constitution, and tend toward aggressive personalities, putting them at odds with Kin society. If they don't leave the Cave, however, they will eventually succumb and become Kin.
• Bound – a magic subspecies. Someone who's formed a bond with a supernatural entity of the Grove. Difficult to cleanly catalog, they run the gamut in terms of traits and abilities, and even the method of bonds' establishment. Bonds can be made through heartfelt connections, contracts, and even possession. Successful possession physically alters the host, but other methods do not. Bound have limited access to their partners' abilities, only able to manifest and command them for brief periods unless they allow their partners to take over, which can result in possession of the entities don't give them up.
• Masque – a physical subspecies. Once in a while the cranes and machines of Morass dredge crews bring up odd sluglike creatures the size of rats, each bearing oddly human features. These Faces, acting with subtle intelligence, seek humans in isolation to form a parasitic bond. Once inside a human, they merge with the host and rapidly alter his or her internals, leaving only the exterior intact and human. The hosts maintain their personalities, aware of the changes as well as whatever physical abilities they gain as a result.
• Shepherd – a divine subspecies. Someone whose life of ascetic self-reflection in Horizon resulted in enlightenment, but gained the knowledge that he or she was chosen to remain behind. Able to fly freely through air and the Deep alike on flawless wings, they either remain in Horizon to guide others toward enlightenment, or journey beyond to evangelize in other dimensions. Most humans and other myths fear and avoid them to an extent, wary of their dedication to an unknown authority. Shepherds live simply and alone, or with one another, and travel often to meet new people. They exhibit kinesis, the ability to apply force to themselves and expel it outward, and can perform healing.
• Lost - a divine subspecies. Someone whose life of ascetic self-reflection in Horizon resulted in enlightenment, but upon ascending experienced rejection and fell back down with cursed wings and some degree of mental scarring. Outcasts in Horizon, they return to Earth or travel to other dimensions to try and live their lives. They possess the kinesis of the Shepherds to a stronger degree but have less control and range, so much so that they can force themselves to fly despite whatever's become of their wings.
• Blight – a physical monster subspecies. Someone infested and grotesquely deformed by malignant biological subsystems in Corpus. Most are little more than monsters driven by a need to consume and reproduce, bringing sickness wherever they go, although they maintain some shreds of their human minds. Some who aren't completely infested do maintain their minds, however. Killing them on sight is considered standard practice, if one is capable. They're very dangerous, and any that make it to other dimensions are considered emergency threats that must be dealt with.
• Clockers – a technological monster subspecies. If touched by the corruption found within Pendulum, a human will begin the process of clockwork conversion starting at the contact point and spreading inward before manifesting outward. Due to being contagious and not very self-aware they're not allowed to leave Pendulum or come near humans or other myths, instead forced to live in their own secluded societies. Clockers outside of Pendulum are typically considered kill-on-sight. Any outbreaks that appear outside are considered emergency threats.
• Elementals – a magical subspecies. A person who's been altered by consuming a fruit from an elemental oasis in Areia Grande. In small doses, a person can gain minor elemental powers (Elpo), but there's a fine line between that and elemental affliction (Elaf), which is the middle state. An Elaf has some power as a byproduct of the affliction that he or she suffers from, and may be classified as a monster subspecies depending on the severity of the affliction. Overdosing on fruit can result in a huge elemental monstrosity (Elmo) driven by an overriding need to destroy, and which are considered monster subspecies.
• Haunt - a mixed subspecies. Nowadays, even death isn't necessarily the end. Whether brought back by technology (physical), eldritch influence (divine) or dark magic (magical), a select few might return from beyond the grave. Some are mindless and destructive, easily fitting the bill for monster subspecies, some maintain their mental faculties. Haunts can be zombies, ghouls, even ghosts. But remember this: not all Haunts that come bearing a human likeness were ever human. There are shores more distant than even the afterlife.
• Other - many things are possible. What can you come up with and justify in this setting?

Playing a myth is not necessary. There's plenty of technology, both old and new, for humans to use. And it doesn't take a myth to practice distortion.

Dreaming Cities

The Opening was not an apocalypse, but for many it was the end. Out of the realm between worlds, or from worlds far beyond, swept the Lucid Dream. It spread like a plague through the night sky, tinting the night with odd swirls and colors that crept into the realm of sleep. People all across the world began to dream strange dreams, of distant realms and far-off planes, in incredible detail and color. And they could could remember. And some never woke up.

It happened quickly. Fog spread across the largest cities in the world, Tokyo, Shanghai, Delhi, New York, Beijing, Istanbul, Chicago, and more. Wherever the dreams of multitudes coincided. Afterward, research designated a terminal point for the population of any city: 8.5 million. After that, the inhabitants risked the Lucid Dream. These cities became permanently overcast, separated from the outside world by a barrier of fog, and the places within fell asleep. The people of those cities continued to go about their lives, but dully, numbly, as though sleepwalking. They were in a world where nothing had gone wrong, where everything still made sense. It was as if they chose to ignore the strangeness blossoming all around them, like weeds nobody wanted to prune, or mold nobody wanted to clean.

For from the cracks and corners came the nightmares. Things watching from the drains. Noises in the basements. Spiderwebs between buildings. Buses that run on millipede legs instead of tires. People in the stairwells. Eyes in the traffic lights. Don't look at the face of that man by the tracks. Don't follow those kids beckoning you to play. Don't look too closely at that shape on the building. Don't ask directions from people in hoods. If you pretend they aren't there, they won't come after you. The Dreaming Cities are where the monsters are.

Many Strangers and anomalous entities that come to Earth find their way to Dreaming Cities, some as predators, some just to get by. They are awake, but so too are some of the people. The watchful, the careful, the paranoid. And those who enter with a purpose in mind. Those who stay awake in a Dreaming City have a powerful weapon against the unknown: distortion. Sometimes things happen that aren't quite right, or don't quite make sense. Sometimes people can make them happen. Disappearing around a corner. Finding a lucky deadbolt in a hiding room on the run. A door where there wasn't one. Blending into a crowd, or a wall. Growing and shrinking. An extra magazine.

With some practice, anyone can pull off a few tricks to stay alive or get ahead. Someone with a lot of know-how can really shake things up. At the same time, causing distortions can get unwanted attention. Distortions, after all, are the tools of monsters, and they don't like people turning it against them.

With no authority, anything goes in the Dreaming Cities. That means a world of opportunity for some, so long as they don't provoke the wrong monster. People can be extracted from the Dream, although it takes time, treatment, and a good bit of therapy. There are even some companies that take advantage of and commercialize this strange segment of reality, but one should beware. Not all monsters stay inside city limits, and not all distortions, either.

Strangers

When wells opened the way between worlds, humanity found waterways leading through the Deep to a few new dimensions, but those are by no means the only worlds out there. Once in a while, things drift in from farther still—from beyond. Myriad in their natures, forms, and even existences, these 'strangers' sometimes wind up on earth or its neighboring dimensions and settle in. They can be virtually anything; a phantom circus performing across the globe in secluded places, attracting audiences and always open to recruits. An eldritch thunderstorm rolling through the desert, its touch animating the dead. A self-aware television show with no broadcaster. Strangers aren't available to be played as, but perhaps one factors into your character's backstory, responsible for affecting them or their surroundings in a formative way.

Sheet

Name: (Can be nickname, codename, etc)
Species: (Human or myth. If myth, name the type)
Job: (Something that describes your character's class or role, IE brawler, gunner, thief)
Appearance:
Personality:
Background: (No need to be exhaustive. Focus on formative events in your character's story, such as how your character became a myth, if applicable. If you're unsure of anything, want to run ideas by me, or want ideas period, please ask)
Talents: (Include physical, magical, divine, and technological abilities where applicable. This is also the spot for weapons and equipment. While definitely above street level, potentially quite so, we're not dealing with a team of superheroes here, so don't go too nuts with powers)
Other:

[Lugubrious]

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN @DracoLunaris @Archmage MC @The Ghost Note @MagratheanWhale @Sanity43217 @Randomness @Tojin @Martian. Here is the main thread for the RP you voiced interest in.

[MULTI_MEDIA_MAN]

Name: Archibald Gideon Prescott. Alias “Digital Centurion”

Species: Lightning Elpo

Job: Mercenary

Appearance: Archibald is robustly built, standing at 6’2” and weighing 210 pounds. He keeps his brown hair short enough to be essentially impossible to grab. Kind, pale blue eyes bely his nature as a seasoned mercenary with numerous kills under his belt. A chunk of his left nostril is missing, with a clear scar showing a blade wound running through it and his lip. His facial hair perpetually remains a five-o-clock shadow.

Fully kitted out, Archibald is an intimidating presence. Archibald

Without the exoskeleton and face mask, this is roughly what he looks like. The backpack is bigger to fit all the ammo and has extra packs strapped on for his other gear, as well.

Personality: Meeting this guy in a dark alley is every person’s worst nightmare, no matter which side of the law they’re on. Intimidating, ruthless, murderous, all adjectives used to describe ‘Digital Centurion’. On the job, Archibald focuses on getting the job done and getting it done properly. He has little patience for fools and braggarts. He’s utilitarian but not merciless. He doesn’t throw bodies at problems to solve them, he makes problems into bodies.

But as we all know, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Off the job, Archibald is much more laid back, but with a lightly hidden tension that shows he rarely if ever truly relaxes. He’s seen some shit, and he knows that he’s just one botched job away from a shallow grave.

Background: Born in the same year that the first Well opened, Archibald has never known the old world. Raised by a career soldier of a father, he moved around a lot from a young age, never staying in one home for more than a few years. As such, Archibald has little attachment to any one nation or culture.
His father raised him to be athletic, to treat his body with care, and to recognize the value of his life. He taught him the skills he would need to protect himself, and made him condition his body to be able to utilize those skills to the maximum.

Becoming a mercenary at the age of twenty, Archibald quickly made a name for himself as somebody with the skills and the attitude to get jobs done. Despite his reputation as a brutal mercenary, he has a history of avoiding what he considers to be lower-end “hitman” work. He has no problem killing people to get a job done or as a means to an end, but killing as an end itself rubs him the wrong way.

When he was 26, Archibald was sent on a job to get a cache of elemental fruits from Areia back from somebody who'd stolen them from a wealthy client. As his payment, he was allowed to take one of the fruits and do with it as he pleased. Knowing what the fruit could do for him, and interested in the idea of becoming an Elpo as a way to expand his talents and his arsenal, Archibald ate the fruit, and developed electrical manipulation powers.

Talents:

Minor electricity manipulation- Has the ability to induce electrical charges in objects (enough to create a magnetic attraction like a weak neodymium magnet, but not enough to say, Static Shock a manhole cover and fly around). This can also work in reverse, if an object has electricity within it, he can drain the charge and leave it a husk. Can also emit a jolt of electricity with similar power to a taser, but rapid repeated use of this ability drain him physically. He can use this ability to fry unshielded electronics, but just zapping a keypad doesn’t always open that high-security door.

Firearm Proficiencies- Able to use with skill most modern firearms. Weapons made with Pendulum tech are a bit trickier, but given time (like with his own weapon) he can learn how to use them just as well as a regular old gun.

The Basics of CQC- Archibald has been taught in more than just the basics of close-quarters combat. In fisticuffs or armed with his knives, he’s a deadly combatant. He knows how to disarm opponents and finish them in quick order.

Medical talent- No good mercenary lasts long without being able to patch up minor wounds on the go. Proper application of bandages, tourniquets, and first aid procedures are no problem for this merc. Given time to stop and think, he can jury-rig a treatment for more serious wounds as well as diagnose them.

Gear- A veteran mercenary, Archibald has a serious kit of gear. He carries military-grade first aid equipment at all times. This kit has bandages, gloves, tourniquets, medical masks, emergency splints, neck braces, artery clamps, scissors, disinfectant, iodine, hand and foot cream, needle and thread, insect bite relief creams, epinephrine, adrenaline, burn relief kits, pain relief meds, you name it! If there’s a medical problem, Archibald can address it.

In addition to his medical gear, Archibald carries light sticks, road flares, night-vision goggles, a hunting knife, a folding knife, N95 masks, quick energy snack bars, flash grenades, a straight razor, a 25-foot length of rope, and fresh socks.

Lucy Dear- Lucy Dear is an automatic rifle made from Pendulum technology that fires a high-velocity, armor-piercing intermediate rifle cartridge capable of penetrating most lightweight body armors without fail. Heavier ceramic armors tend to hold up to the first few rounds before shattering under the strain of repeated fire. Lucy Dear has an advanced recoil management system that gives her minimal kick, although long-term firing will obviously result in recoil that is still difficult to manage. Lucy Dear is also equipped with a zero-zoom holographic sight. The rifle is also integrally suppressed, with a firing volume of about 120 decibels, the approximate noise level of a thunderclap or a chainsaw. A typical rifle will have a firing volume of about 165 decibels, for reference.

In addition to all of the above, Lucy Dear is fitted via a semi-ridged belt-feeder to a backpack containing 750 rounds of ammunition. Assuming no complications, the entire stock of ammunition can be fed to Lucy Dear without the need for reloading, making Archibald a constant threat so long as he has ammo. The primary downside to this is the size and weight of the backpack, which weighs about 40 pounds fully loaded.

Handgun- Archibald also carries a double-stack .45 handgun with a whopping 15-round magazine. He carries four reserve magazines for a total of 75 rounds.

Body Armor- Archibald wears high-grade body armor capable of stopping most conventional rifle rounds. Anti-materiel rounds will not be stopped by this armor. On his shoulders, arms, and over his groin he wears lightweight armor capable of stopping most handgun rounds.

Helmet- Archibald wears a ballistic helmet as well, which can prevent, deflect, or reduce the impact of shots to his head. While he obviously would prefer not to be shot in the head at all, some protection is better than none.

Other:

[Mixtape Ghost N]

I'm still considering a character. I'm thinking maybe something to do with plants.

[Tojin]

we're thinking someone who makes their living exploring the deep and guiding people through it to different worlds - so much so that they've taken on some fish-like traits.

[Martian]

@Lugubrious

I’m continuing the conversation from the Interest Check. So in response to your points, here are some of my own:

- My character would be the son of two Kin. They basically tolerate him being a Deviant for now, and are pretty much just waiting for him to eventually become a Kin as well. To that end they encourage him to indulge in entertainment, which lead him to playing video games a lot. But unlike the Kin, he becomes interested in understanding computers rather than just consuming the content of others. This would lead to him dabbling in hacking.
- As he becomes older he begins to despise the Kin lifestyle, which leads him to Deviant chat rooms. He quickly becomes involved with a Deviant revolutionary group. They start as anarchists armed with knives and bats, causing trouble. This eventually draws the attention of the Jesters, or whatever the Cave authorities would be called, who quickly crack down on the Deviants.
- Realizing that they were backed into a corner, most of the revolutionaries fled the Cave, going to another world. My character would have fled to Earth, where he made a life in the frontier, receiving proper combat training. This went on for several years before he was contacted by the other revolutionaries. They decided that it was time to begin raids on the Cave. For fear of becoming Kin themselves, each operative was limited in how long they could remain in the Cave. My character would of just finished a round of raids, leaving the Cave and returning to Earth. When he is approached by the Interest, who offer aid for the revolutionaries if he assists them.

That’s just my thoughts. If all that sounds good I’ll begin working on a character sheet.

[Lugubrious]

we're thinking someone who makes their living exploring the deep and guiding people through it to different worlds - so much so that they've taken on some fish-like traits.

@Tojin

That is a nice idea. I was toying with the notion of the waters of the Deep having an overexposure effect, perhaps emanating from the ghostly leviathans that drift through it. A Deep explorer would certainly come close enough often enough to trigger mutation.

@Lugubrious

I’m continuing the conversation from the Interest Check. So in response to your points, here are some of my own:

- My character would be the son of two Kin. They basically tolerate him being a Deviant for now, and are pretty much just waiting for him to eventually become a Kin as well. To that end they encourage him to indulge in entertainment, which lead him to playing video games a lot. But unlike the Kin, he becomes interested in understanding computers rather than just consuming the content of others. This would lead to him dabbling in hacking.
- As he becomes older he begins to despise the Kin lifestyle, which leads him to Deviant chat rooms. He quickly becomes involved with a Deviant revolutionary group. They start as anarchists armed with knives and bats, causing trouble. This eventually draws the attention of the Jesters, or whatever the Cave authorities would be called, who quickly crack down on the Deviants.
- Realizing that they were backed into a corner, most of the revolutionaries fled the Cave, going to another world. My character would have fled to Earth, where he made a life in the frontier, receiving proper combat training. This went on for several years before he was contacted by the other revolutionaries. They decided that it was time to begin raids on the Cave. For fear of becoming Kin themselves, each operative was limited in how long they could remain in the Cave. My character would of just finished a round of raids, leaving the Cave and returning to Earth. When he is approached by the Interest, who offer aid for the revolutionaries if he assists them.

That’s just my thoughts. If all that sounds good I’ll begin working on a character sheet.

@Martian

That sounds great. Go for it!

[Randomness]

So I have a couple character ideas. I've built a basic sheet for both, but the main idea for one is to be a zoologist with a small collection of the various animals from the other dimensions for study. If possible, some of these animals would range from the pendulum creatures, and the human face slugs to perhaps a yokai or the corrupted.

The second character would be a paralyzed man who makes a corpus like machine which is essentially a flesh exosuit that enhances his normal biological features. One of the main draws of it being from corpus tissues would be that it could sync with his biological functions, and self repair/adapt.

[Archmage MC]

OK, here is my character. I'm still working on her.

Delly

Name: Delly the Slime

Species: Blight Myth

Job: Brawler Shapeshifter

Appearance: Delly is a whitish slime with a pink hue that takes on a vague humanoid appearance. She manifests herself as a lanky tall lady in most regards, having a body that is unnatural looking with its shape as she has no organs and can be much more lean than a human can. She compliments this look with a slightly larger head and long thin arms. She often has no feet, preferring to scoot around the ground on a slime puddle. Her head has black eyes with yellow iris's and a mouth that is a vaguely shaped mouth with goopy thick strings of slime connecting her lips together making her mouth look like 3 distinct dark voids that mimic what a mouth would be. She also mimics a poofy, almost 1950s crop cut hairstyle. Even though this is her default appearance, Delly is a shapeshifter.

Personality: Delly is a very happy loving person that just wants to make friends and give hugs. She isn't a genius or anything, so this leads her to be incredibly gullible. She wont betray those she thinks of as her friends, but she will try to make 'friends' with her enemies with hugs. Even though she doesn't act it, she is from the Blight, and has a strong urge to devour living matter to grow and evolve. So if those enemies make her mad while shes hugging them, that hug can quickly change to nom nom time.

Background: Delly was once an assistant to a science party that decided to one day explore the Blight. Although considering its the Blight, bad things started happening pretty quick and Delly as she was back then fell into a pool of evolving super cells. Although some memories were lost, her personality and human intelligence imprinted very well onto the super cells, allowing her to become their hive mind intelligence.
Delly as she now called herself is a colony of all-purpose adaptable super cells that is controlled by a hive mind intelligence that controls this colony of super cells. Delly is this hive mind intelligence behind this group of super cells. She has an innate urge and desire to grow and evolve by devouring living matter, but her intelligence allows her to suppress this urge when its advantageous. In fact, since she doesn't emit any disease and seems to lack destructive tendencies, its difficult to know she is even form the Blight. Instead she is often mistaken to be from the Elementals and considered some weird water elemental which is far, far from the truth. She uses that fact to her advantage, and plays it up whenever it comes up to hide her Blight origins as she knows that Blight found outside of their realm are often hunted on sight. Plus this lets her hunt other Blights, who tend to be strong things she can incorporate into herself...

Talents:
Slime Body: Delly's body is made out of a colony of super cells that mimic slime, this makes her work very differently from a human.

• Her body is a viscus liquid and has no defined form. Delly can fit into any space her fluid body can fit into, including small cracks or gaps, however she keeps the same viscosity. This also makes her essentially immune to piercing attacks, slicing attacks, and bludgeoning attacks since she has no internal organs to damage. Said attacks still have a small effect if they manage to destroy her cells, and they can move, separate, and displace her, but with no central organs or anything they are far, far less effective at hurting her.
• Due to being a cell colony from the Blight, Delly is resistant to chemicals, poisons, and is immune to disease due to having no central organs or anything or being from the Blight itself. Additionally she is immune to acid as her cells are acid proof.
• Delly can extract oxygen from any environment where it is present, and can survive much longer with low or no oxygen than others before seeing negative effects.
• Delly has 360 degree thermal vision as she sees thermal light through her slime. Her eyes have normal vision but act like normal eyes.
• Delly's Strength is directly tied to her mass and speed. And since she has no muscle mass, her entire body is essentially one big fluid muscle. Since her whole body is a muscle essentially, she has an incredible grip.
• Delly can cycle her cells, allowing exhausted or tired ones to get rest and allow fresh cells to replace them, meaning she needs little sleep and can do tasks for far longer than a human before getting exhausted.
• Her body is very agile and can shift quickly in reaction to stimulus as she has no need to wait for brain signals or anything like that, but Delly's actual speed to get anywhere is quite slow and she can easily be outrun.

Regeneration: If Delly loses parts of her body due to being blown apart or the part being sliced off, she can reattach the slime with no issue. If a part is severed or blown away, Delly has limited control over that part for a short time before it goes inert. If she can't reach said slime, her overall size will decrease until she eats enough matter to regrow the slime she lost.
Shapeshifting: Since Delly is amorphous, she can change her shape into anything and freely manipulate her body as she sees fit, although she will always keep her slime color, texture, and slimy appearance and her maximum size is limited to how much mass she has, and her smallest size is limited by how dense she can go. While shapeshifted, she gains a lesser version of any natural physical abilities said shape would give her.
Evolution Through Consumption: Delly can acquire new shapes to change into and new physical abilities from consuming other living matter. Since she is a blight, she has an urge to consume all living matter she can, but her intelligence allows her to curve this urge when she needs to.

Other:

[Lugubrious]

So I have a couple character ideas. I've built a basic sheet for both, but the main idea for one is to be a zoologist with a small collection of the various animals from the other dimensions for study. If possible, some of these animals would range from the pendulum creatures, and the human face slugs to perhaps a yokai or the corrupted.

The second character would be a paralyzed man who makes a corpus like machine which is essentially a flesh exosuit that enhances his normal biological features. One of the main draws of it being from corpus tissues would be that it could sync with his biological functions, and self repair/adapt.

@Randomness

The zoologist could work. Such a character would need to have some pronounced security measures for the more dangerous specimens. If by corrupted you mean Clockers, they are still considered people, so whether your zoologist can accept that is something to consider. Yokai can also be sentient, although they're not people. Additional animals could include elemental creatures from Areia, gross flesh things from Corpus, earth animals mutated by exposure to phenomena, and monsters extracted from Dreaming Cities.

The second idea is also fine.

Now for the sheets:

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN your character is good to go.

@Archmage MC, I have a concern about the backstory. Blights are not organisms native to Corpus but specifically people infested and metamorphosed by its systems. Corpus has no people nor human intelligence in it, so in order to have a human intelligence and personality, your character would need to be a Blight rather than a native monster. Luckily, everything still works pretty much the same even with such a change. You'd just need to alter her backstory to include Delly's life as a human prior to Corpus, where she would probably have been absorbed into some kind of organ and scrambled into the supercell mush that her intelligence is spread across. Since she's specifically not a genius and a happy sort of person, she could have been the bubbling happy-go-lucky sort that was an assistant to (or perhaps relation or girlfriend of) a scientist, explorer, harvester, or daredevil who was looking into Corpus and had her tag along.

[Archmage MC]

@Lugubrious Alrighty, fixed that backstory thing.

[Lugubrious]

In that case, you should be good to go, Archmage.

I'm very much looking forward to what everyone else is working on. I'd like to get this RP started without too much waiting, ideally in less than a week. In the meantime, I've come up with an example character, a contact from the Interest that will be working alongside yours in this raid. She's a good example of how some pretty outlandish things can be accomplished in this fantastical setting.

Dust-breaker Nadine

Name: Nadine

Species: Bound myth possession-type

Job: Martial Artist

Appearance:
Although she stands at an average height, Nadine possesses a number of unusual features. Most striking is her hair, a long, voluminous, and curly mop of lustrous green. A close second however is her ears, long and tapered just enough to not quite be human. She boasts a full figure that she isn't afraid to show off with a sleek black leotard, with matching leggings and long gloves. Over this she wears a white jacket, shorts, and boots, giving her a semblance of a flashy MMA fighter. Like this.

Personality:
Generally serious, no-nonsense, and professional, Nadine makes it a point to be polite to just about everybody, even enemies. She's the sort who understands that there's a proper way to do everything and not only intends to do it but would prefer that everyone else stick to it too, thank you very much. She's not very outgoing and has little in the way of a sense of humor, making her a little stark and even a stick in the mud at times. Observing her, one gets the sense that she's haunted by some sort of melancholy she can't put aside, one that keeps her distant. However, Nadine has an unfortunate quirk; she is disproportionately quick to fall hopelessly in love. While she won't approach anyone she falls for and discourages relationships, her feelings are rather easy to see in her easily flustered behavior.

Background:
The original Nadine was a passionate go-getter of a woman who, after a long and arduous journey, attained her dream of fighting in the UFC. Cheered on by her husband Branson, an aspiring artist, she did quite well for a time, although not so well as to make her name famous. Her career fizzled out after a while, and desperate to achieve glory of her own, she made the choice to fight in the underground Restless League, an illegal fighting ring taking place inside Dreaming Los Angeles. Duking it out on television in a realm of distortion -not to mention the everpresent lurking threat of monsters- was a terrific risk, but Nadine became addicted to the thrill.

As one might expect, one day everything came crashing down. On a day of qualifiers where a number of fighters were fighting for placement, a creature wandered inside. Many of the fighters, some of whom possessed distortion, rallied to take it on together and become heroes on live T.V. Their victory might have been a turning point for the Dreaming City, a sign that the nightmares could be beaten by outsiders and those trapped within freed from the Lucid Dream. The creature, however, fought back with vicious strength. It mauled several of the fighters to death, badly wounded Nadine, and even partially devoured one before being driven off by gunfire. Everyone fled, but the commotion drew other nightmares. Nadine watched audience members and crew stuffed into bags, pulled down holes, and snatched behind walls, and in the end barely escaped with her life.

Nadine was forced to spend a long time in recovery, obliged to rely on her husband's earning both to live and to pay the medical bills. It wasn't long before all they saved went to nothing, and both found themselves in dire straights. Not skilled or renowned enough yet to support his family, Branson needed a breakthrough, and like Nadine before him he looked for a supernatural solution. In his childhood he'd visited the Grove with his family and been inspired by both its beauty and the uncanny link between the Unseen of that world and the myths of his own. The online records of human findings in the Grove indicated the existence of an Unseen that would grant artistic inspiration called Leanan Sidhe, and given his own Irish heritage he felt sure he could draw one out. He and Nadine spent the last of their money on a trip to the Grove, and after some searching, they found none other than the fairy they sought.

Branson implored it to bond with him, but the empathetic fairy asked to bond with Nadine instead. The union went off without a hitch, and in the process revitalized Nadine somewhat to boot. The couple set up in a town in the Grove, and lo and behold, Nadine could entreat her companion to inspire Branson at will. His works of art stunned the people who saw them, and in no time the two had enough money to return to earth and set up shop for real. Yet even as Branson's candle burned bright, it burned short. For the curse of the Leanan Sidhe bestowed inspiration to those they loved in exchange for withering their lives away. In less than a year, Branson was dead. Nadine, wracked by guilt and responsibility, lost the will to live. When her will died, the Leanan Sidhe took over her body, but the process left the fairy irreparably changed. Going by the host's name, she determined to live her life as a human, deservedly banished from the land of the Unseen for her own capriciousness. Unable to strive for a position of prominence, she hopped on the train of anomaly-hunting using a mixture of martial arts and fey magic. Her unique power and status eventually caught the eyes of the Interest, which recruited her. It gave her a real place to belong, and a real fight to believe in: ending the abuses of other dimensions on humankind.

Talents:
As a magic-enhanced mixed martial arts fighter, Nadine possesses notable strength and speed, although her speed is the more remarkable of the two. She can summon the ethereal white-winged butterflies of the Grove, although that requires concentration, and use them for a variety of purposes. They can fly out as projectiles either speedily or forcefully in various formations, shattering into sparkling dust on impact. While they're out, she can command them to fly in certain ways. She can coalesce them into silken objects, which she in fact does for her boots, jacket, and shorts to have a supply on her at all times. She can also de-coalesce her body into butterflies to perform dashes, either for movement, attack, or both. This de-coalescence can take the form of a butterfly explosion. While de-coalesced, she is reduced to her 'true form' as a bright green fairy the size of a butterfly, in which she can fly at extreme speed in short lines, although she can bounce off surfaces while doing so.

Other:
Her epithet as a member of the Interest is 'Dulcet Dust Breaker', but it's always shortened to 'Dust-breaker'. Her weaknesses are primarily her inability to sustain much damage and the relative straightforwardness of her fighting style. As such, she fights best with a more versatile partner.

[Randomness]

Alright, So I've finished the sheets. Mostly anyway. If anything is wrong, or needs to be changed, please let me know. As for your comment about the corrupted, my mind was thinking of perhaps an infected pendulum creature thing, not necessarily a clocker. If that's not possible, that's fine. I'm sure there are plenty of other things out there especially from the lucid cities and the strangers.

I'm going to post both of them, so please tell me which you prefer.

Henry Ashton

Name: Henry Ashton

Species: Human

Job: Engineer / former Diver

Appearance: He is a slightly buff man with a height of 5’11” standing up. He has dark brown hair with small bits of grey showing around the sides. He has a mustache and beard, kept clean. He has brown eyes. He doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings. He has a mostly faded scar from the base of his neck to under his chin, but it’s usually hidden by the beard. Despite a clean beard, his hair is unkempt, only pushed out of his face. He wears a white dress shirt, sweater vest, brown coat, and brown slacks.

Personality: He is a kind man, but can usually appear grumpy around others. He is quick to lose his patience with people who bug him unnecessarily. While not having anger issues, he won’t hesitate to speak his mind about. Once he puts his mind to something, he will see it to the end. His dislikes ignorance and arrogance. He likes to have his quiet time, and will go to great lengths to make sure he is interrupted during those times even if the attempts fail.

Background: Henry was 23 when the first wells opened. He lived in nowhere Idaho where a massive well, the size of a small city opened in the ground, sinking it and replacing it with water. Looking into the water looked as though the galaxy itself was pooled into the ground. After the initially disaster had settled, the well was quickly surrounded by the local government.

After the wells came into being, the government eventually started a program to send in divers to see just what lay underneath the water. Despite the well being several miles away, he had volunteered to join the divers in their exhibition. The initial process to be let in was rushed and crude, but he was able to pass. Under the water lay no bottom. Outside of the way they entered there was no surface either. After what felt like an eternity, his team saw it. Another world, filled with nothing but clouds and sky. It was the discovery of a life time. Reports about it came from other diving teams from other states, and the exploration was ramped up.

As the years passed, he continued diving. He saw worlds of clockwork, flesh, and mud. These left a varying degree of emotions with him. On one hand, It was fascinating just the extent these other worlds could exist, with no clear laws for physics guiding any of them. On the other hand, it left chills down his spine. A world made of only one biome, what would happen should it leak through the wells and onto his home.

During one dive he and his team were tasked with setting up a beacon device at the base of one of the plateau mountains which was observed to be sinking. While setting it up, a sudden quake, and the mountain sank several feet. The sudden force of it loosened Henry’s grip, and he fell several stories landing hard atop the muddy surface below. His safety gear swaying uselessly above. His teammates quickly retrieved him, and they escaped back towards earth. He had survived, but he had several broken bones, his lower spine in the worst condition.

Since then, he had been wheelchair bound, depressed that he would no longer be able to work at the wells. For the better part of a year, he stayed at his home, looking towards the bright lights of the facilities guarding the well. His only source of comfort through this trying time for him was his friend Margaret.

Margaret was a friend he had met in high school. She was coming in as a freshman during his senior years and while the story changes depending on who you ask, they got along well. They were never an official item, but it didn’t stop the rumors. In between diving excursions, Margaret would often bug Henry for stories for the things he had seen. This at first annoyed him, but eventually he would get just as excited to tell. She was in school studying to be a zoologist working on her masters, and between her presentations would visit even though they were hours apart.

Eventually, Margaret was able to convince Henry to pursue another field. The wells were still relatively new, and he could find something else to involve himself with them. He did, he became an engineer, and through that was able to return to the facility as a developer for the new resources found in the dimensions. His work was able to soar when it came out that some of the material found on Corpus could be used for more mechanical purposes over medicine. This caught Henry’s attention

After several more years of development, he was able to build himself a new external nervous system. Much like how the robot prosthetics, this pair of legs was able to sense the electrical pulses of his spine, and control his legs. Research involving actually incorporating the tissue into a subject was still in the early phases, but this way, he didn’t need to. It was all external, and first time in years after being wheelchair bound, Henry was able to stand. Since then, his mood had improved. While he could still be a grump, he found a new lease on life and continued forward developing new applications for their discoveries. Margaret moved into a research facility at the same well not long after. She is the only one he tolerates bugging him. He is usually willing to help design and build her any new piece of equipment she needs to continue her research.

So far regarding his own R&D the development of his exosuit had spawned a variety of fleshy tools to his disposal. The material of these range from organic tendrils, to hard bone like tools. Out of caution, he has not used any of the more malignant tissues in his experiments though their rapid division could be useful if he were to design a gun that could not have to reload. He has some theoretical ideas involving them. He is building a new suit and so far, it’s working as intended, capable of great utility, he can see it as a self-sufficient tool for extended dives. He equipped it with defensive capabilities to protect the wearer before and during an emergency. While Henry is willing to don such a fleshy machine, he’s not quite sure if anyone else will. So far, he knows for sure Margaret won’t.

While he was not broadcasting it, his work on the exosuits was widely known throughout the facility he worked, some people surprised to seem him walking again. The suit was able to help transfer the signals from his head to his legs, bypassing his spine entirely. And when word came out that his new suit could help divers, then the facility made the decision to share some of the research with the other well companies. Henry had sculpted himself a new man to work within. His research in playing with the intercellular communication of the tissues, the mechanical frame, and himself made the corpus veins a goldmine for self-producing equipment.

Talents: He is good with his hands, working quickly with various tools ranging from handheld constructions tools, to small more precise tools used in electronics. He also versed well enough in programming and data management to take care of the software aspects of his work.

While his legs have weakened because of his paralysis, his arms are still pretty strong, capable of lifting a couple hundred pounds if he positions himself correctly. As for his mobility, he has an electric chair, which he can ram into people should the need arise.

His main draw comes from his research using the corpus tissues. He had found a way to essentially grow machines-like organic material that like the name sounds operate similarly to machines. For himself he has a back brace made of hard organic material with a long tendril that rests along his spine, and two wider tendrils that wrap around his legs. This basic apparatus allows him to walk and run at a decent pace.

He is currently developing a more complicated version of it that would also have tendrils that wrap around his arms, torso, and parts of his head in order to boost his natural organic functions such as awareness of his surroundings, enhanced senses (touch, smell, and hearing), reflex speed, and agility and dexterity. How the suit is supposed to achieve this is by having these tissues sensitive to the stimuli, and pass them to the wearer. Otherwise, it works like an exosuit where it takes on some of the physical effort required putting more power into the wearer’s movements. Lastly, the suit has some grow potential where he can produce large carapace shields at a steady pace. He has thought about, but has not dared to try and directly connect the organic machines into his or anyone else’s nervous system, though he suspects that would drastically improve user operation.

Part of his development of the two suits have left him with various unorthodox tools which mainly consist of bone like knives that can sharpen themselves, and tendrils that can reach and work in tight spaces. His early gun prototype fires digestive acids and bile.

Margaret Fisher

Name: Margaret Fisher

Species: Human

Job: Zoologist / animal tamer

Appearance: She is a skinny woman with a height of about 5’9”. She has pale skin, red hair, and a couple freckles along her cheeks down her neck. Her hair is a bit frizzy and is either messily pushed back from her face with a head band or hair tie. She has green eyes. While skinny, she is not lanky. She does not have any tattoos, and used to have earrings. She does not wear any other jewelry. She normally wears monocolored t-shirts, Khakis, and boots. She also wears a lab coat for no other reason than it makes her look smart.

Personality: She can be a bit quirky. She is easily excitable especially when presented with something new. She loves puzzles and challenges and is not afraid to get her hands dirty even in scenarios she might not be of much help in. She has little fear for the dangerous. When she is talking about something she likes, she will go on and on, sometimes on tangents until someone interrupts her. She loves animals, and will stop what she is doing to play with one if presented.

Background: Margaret was 19 when the first wells opened. She and her family were in living in nowhere Idaho. The well that sprung up there caused a massive earthquake and sunk a city sized hole in the ground, filled with water. Gazing into, it looked as though the wonders of space were pooled in the ground.

After a while, a Diving station was constructed and the massive lake was mostly blocked by the local government. While it was difficult, people tried to return to their normal lives. Faster than anyone would expect, people were returning. Many people moved away; many people moved in. Margaret’s family stayed. Their farm was mile away from the well, and didn’t feel the need to abandon it.

Margaret went to a university in zoology. Animals were her passion, and she wanted to study them. The opening of the wells didn’t phase her from that, but it did momentarily catch her interest. While she continued her studies, the worlds that laid beyond the wells still gave her thoughts of fancy. When he was in town, Margaret would often bug her friend, Henry Ashton, about the worlds below. He worked as a Diver, and would often come back with stories about worlds of nothing but sky, flesh, or sand. What really intrigued her though was the stories he’d bring back of potential inhabitants. At the time, he could not disclose what they were, but the creatures of legend seemed to exist.

Years passed, and eventually Margaret had earned her doctorate based on her research of the strange creatures that lived in the other dimensions. There was a wide range and Margaret loved each one of them. She became giddy at the thought of dissecting a new specimen, or observing the wildlife in their own habitats. There were many, from living machines, to mechanical flesh.

She kept touch with Henry even after his accident. She stood by his side between presentations, and labs so that he could make something of himself. Eventually they ended up working in the same facilities, based near that large well harvesting and studying the foreign bodies of the unknown.

Talents: She knows about many of the animal-like creatures that reside in the dimensions, including the mechanical animals of Pendulum, elemental creatures from Areia Grande, and the slugs of Morass. While there are too many different variations and “species” for the monsters that come from Lucid Cities, she has begun the process of categorizing them. Likewise, any mutations to existing animals have their own sections within her research. As a result of this, she is pretty decent and animal handling.

Part of the effort in her animal handling is using various equipment. Most of the heavy equipment she knows how to operate are farm equipment. Some of it are altered versions of existing machines including back hoes, cranes, harvesters, plows, and tractor trailers.

She runs an animal containment facility. More accurately, she runs a small building that houses various animals and monsters. Most of them are from the well, but some come from lucid cities. This facility is isolated from the rest of the base, and is massively reinforced. This is where most of her research labs are. Authorization is required by the overseeing company for entry and for any new specimen to be contained.

On her person, she carries and serrated switch blade, tagger, and a multipurpose animal handling rod. The rod has a snare, electric prod, noise maker, pepper spray, hook, and a single use blow dart. She can usually choose which function is active by turning the base.

[Lugubrious]

The lifeforms in Pendulum can definitely be corrupted, so that's an option, although they cannot be converted since they're already machines.

Both of those characters are awesome, and you've done a really great job putting them into the settings. My question is this: how do you envision that either (or both) would attract the attention of the Interest for a raid? Not everyone involved in the raid needs to be combat-focused, but that is important, so if someone was to be an exception they'd need to provide a valuable service to the overall effort.

[Randomness]

I, uh, completely forgot that there was a plot involved.

Maybe not so much Margaret, but I can see Henry joining with the improved suit and perhaps a bio weapon or two. As an engineer, I can imagine him having developed a couple fleshy tools to work with. I would put him under a utility where he’d have unorthodox means of getting. The problem with standard tools is that they’re rigid, so imagine a tool set with flexibility, and maintains the power to work like the rider ones do. Thin tendrils to pick locks and reach around small crevices. A hardened carapace for armor. Depending on how we want to treat the growth rate, we could have him tools he needs. If we want to get get crazier, he can grow a carapace and act more like a tank.

Margaret might join or be sought for dealing with the monsters they come across should they run into any. She could at least help them know what to avoid and what to look for. She’s the kind of person who would go herself if they need that kid of help.

[Lugubrious]

I, uh, completely forgot that there was a plot involved.

Maybe not so much Margaret, but I can see Henry joining with the improved suit and perhaps a bio weapon or two. As an engineer, I can imagine him having developed a couple fleshy tools to work with. I would put him under a utility where he’d have unorthodox means of getting. The problem with standard tools is that they’re rigid, so imagine a tool set with flexibility, and maintains the power to work like the rider ones do. Thin tendrils to pick locks and reach around small crevices. A hardened carapace for armor. Depending on how we want to treat the growth rate, we could have him tools he needs. If we want to get get crazier, he can grow a carapace and act more like a tank.

Margaret might join or be sought for dealing with the monsters they come across should they run into any. She could at least help them know what to avoid and what to look for. She’s the kind of person who would go herself if they need that kid of help.

@Randomness

That sounds like a plan for Henry! See if you can add to the end of his backstory some of the stuff he was doing that caught the Interest's attention. Potentially, Margaret could come along with him as a sort of package deal and provide some support.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@Lugubrious I'm still planning out a character for this. I'm just seeing what gets accepted first.

[Randomness]

I think I was able to put in something about it. I also edited talents to mention some of the stuff afterward. I guess what he was doing is just improving the design of the fleshy things to act more like a self-maintaining machine. As for Margaret, I have them in each other's back stories, but that was just for flavor. I fully expected to only play one or the other. Either would probably mention the other, but there is no need for them to stick together.

[Lugubrious]

I think I was able to put in something about it. I also edited talents to mention some of the stuff afterward. I guess what he was doing is just improving the design of the fleshy things to act more like a self-maintaining machine. As for Margaret, I have them in each other's back stories, but that was just for flavor. I fully expected to only play one or the other. Either would probably mention the other, but there is no need for them to stick together.

@Randomness

Sounds good. That makes three accepted characters!

[Lugubrious]

@Archmage MC @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN, @Randomness, go ahead and post your characters in the characters tab.

@The Ghost Note, we have some accepted characters, and since there aren't any other posted WIPs yet, you might consider proceeding with what we've got so far.

@Martian, @Tojin, @DracoLunaris, @MagratheanWhale, @Sanity43217, how's progress so far?