Name: Ameliya Jaager Known Aliases: On conspiracy theorist boards, she was humorously called 'Spontaneous Human Combustion' or SHC for short. Though if she had to choose she would prefer her second nickname, Inferna Age: Late 20s Appearance: 6 foot tall, toned muscles, olive-colored skin, and fire-red hair that some could even swear were alight.
Psyche Profile: That is one angry bitch. If she isn't threatening to set you alight, she is being a sarcastic asshole and spitting fire in a metaphorical sense. An old guard was once stupid enough to give her a gift as a way to try to calm her down, she burned that teddy bear right in front of his eyes, and then of course he was fired. He was just lucky he wasn't actually set on fire by her as well. There has been progression though, and we are happy to say she has at least stopped lighting herself on fire. It seemed after a few months, it started to become understood all that ended up giving her was exhaustion and a lack of clothes.
Background:
Her mother gave her as an offering to a king of the underworld, when she was a child of about 5 or 6 years old.
Ameliya was the plaything or toy to the king, she would be given the freedom to go back to earth only to be dragged back without warning. She had the hope of normal ripped from her again and again just to remind her how small she was compared to him and how helpless she was. It was all about dominating her and making her feel useless and broken.
Through the days where she could escape though, she did her research and finding and when she turned 24 she managed to kill the king and earn her freedom.
Since then she spent her time as a Mercenary. A sharpshooter with incendiary bullets, she was the answer behind what a lot of people considered spontaneous human combustion.
She started by taking on the jobs of people she believes deserve to die but the longer she did the work, the more she felt like she needed more. She had an insatiable hunger for death, like an itch that she couldn't scratch. She just needed to kill one more guy, one more person and maybe she would finally be free from everything.
The numbers racked up and she got sloppy, not caring if the new target was a mafia boss, a drug dealer, or just an adultering spouse. That finally caught some powerful people's attention, powerful as in the way lasers shoot out of eyes and trains are lifted with ease... and so she once again found herself in a battle that she couldn't beat.
Skills, Talents and Learning:
She specializes as a sharpshooter with incendiary bullets, which thanks to her powers this means when she hits her target, she lights them up and burns them to dust.
She also has basic fighting skills, the kind you would find on the streets and are more than likely were learned out of a need to survive.
Power(s) and Capabilities: Fire Embodiment:
Can create fire on anything flammable
Can control fire within her sight
Her body can turn into a form of a woman made of flames, when in this form her healing is also accelerated
Power Limits:
She might be able to control the flames within her view, but as soon as they are out of her sight they are just wildfire like any other fire out of control.
Her fire form though could be seen as impressive, is not something she has much control over. She often lits anything around her without any intent to, her touch in this form hurts those around her and she can't last in this variant for long before it wears her out and often leads to unconsciousness.
Known Vulnerabilities: That and of course there are many different ways of how to kill a fire:
Water
Ice
Fire extinguishers
Sand
Lack of oxygen
Motives: Ameliya craves freedom, because of her past trauma she doesn't totally know what this looks like but she is damn sure it's not being in the borehole.
Level: Threat level, as defined by the Borehole's parameters. I will assign this to your character.
Recommended Containment Procedures:
Her cell is outlined in concrete, with no vision to the outside world, she is unable to catch anything other than her own essentials on fire. If fires are started though, there are a multitude of ways to contain her. The most preferred being fire extinguishers from anywhere in the room or the removal of oxygen.
When she is out of the cell, she is to always be with at least two guards in fire retardant clothes , which are most often used by firefighters. They are also to be supplied with fire extinguishers and tasers.
Name: Alfred Gunther Known Aliases: Frostbite Age: 28 Appearance: Standing at 5'9" and weighing 60 kilograms, Alfred Gunther appears to be an unassuming man that could hardly be suspected of being a non-mundane. He naturally has black hair, and strands of grey could be seen if someone looks closely enough.
Psyche Profile: Alfred seems to be tranquil in nature, as he rarely if ever raises his voice to… well, anyone. He has a cheerful disposition, and that's not really that far from the truth. His records indicate that he really was, for the most part, a model citizen, with the incidents that landed him into the Borehole being the only odd ones out. Even when transformed as the Cryo Phoenix, he retains this personality. It is indeed strange to see such a creature of terrifying power to appear to be so friendly, though whether or not this is merely a ruse is yet to be seen.
Alfred expresses regret over the devastation that his other half is capable of, but as his memory is intact, he had stated that the things he did as the Cryo Phoenix were fully justified, if not done in a far less than subtle way.
Perhaps this can be explained by the theory that the consciousnesses of Frostbite and Alfred Gunther have merged into a single psychic entity within his mind. Historical records indicate that the Frostbite is a primordial entity that had been imprisoned and manipulated for centuries, being freed when it passed into Alfred Gunther. The synchronicity of their minds remains unexplained, but this merger disrupted whatever mental chains that its controllers once had. Alfred Gunther/Frostbite now seek bloody retribution for the continual anguish that it suffered. It is reasonable to assume that those members of that 'Cabal' are the only beings that he would be irrevocably hostile to. Irritation may briefly capture Gunther should other prisoners or the guards intentionally aggravate him, but he would usually dismiss these later on. Despite this apparent selectiveness, Frostbite has no qualms about collateral damage.
Background: According to records, Alfred Gunther hailed from a lower middle income family in Juneau, Alaska. He is the only child of Sandra Poltar Gunther and William Gunther, and was described to have been 'cherished and spoiled rotten'. William worked as a miner that secretly was bonded to the [REDACTED] and was one of the non-mundane, while Sandra was a nurse. High costs of living ensured that their funds were always short and barely sufficient to provide for everything they needed. As such, everyday was yet another period of time in which the fate of their home would be decided. He had no siblings, with his one potential younger brother dying from a miscarriage. He did have friends, but it wasn't enough to fill the void. He would later go on to finish university through the aid of a scholarship, and went to a career of pharmaceutical research.
When Alfred was around 27 years old, he appeared to have contracted a serious illness. Hospital records from Juneau indicate that it was late stage leukemia, having gone undetected over the years until it began seriously affecting his life. There was little hope of curing it so late, and his life was almost certain to end within several months, his father William turned to desperate measures just to save his life. He implored that the [REDACTED] go and save him. Sandra, being unaware of this arrangement, had all but accepted that their only child was going to be gone too soon.
Until he wasn't. When Alfred was taken out for a walk in the patch of woodland near the hospital, a phoenix of ice emerged from the forest, initially frightening hikers and campers in the area but eventually disappearing into the night.
Sandra thought that Alfred's recovery was a miracle. William, and to a lesser extent, Alfred himself knew what really happened: an eldritch creature, a being of primal winter, had come to inhabit his body and mind like his father before him. He had been given new life, and perhaps a life of ageless immortality for as long as the Frostbite is bound to him, but at what cost?
Such eldritch action would not go unnoticed. After around a year, a cabal of sorcerers, the ones that had granted William the power of the Frostbite decades prior in exchange for saving his life, were enraged to learn the creature they created had transferred into a new host, one they couldn't control. As such, they sent threats of annihilation, and gave a short deadline before they carried them out.
The one thing they didn't expect, however, was for the Frostbite to be utterly intertwined into the mind of Alfred Gunther to the point that it was him, and he was it. Memories of the other treacherous deeds that the Cabal flowed through his mind. He even saw how they operated in collusion with other groups. So, a day after they had sent their missives of destruction, the Cryophoenix attacked the city hall where they were secretly ruling as Juneau's lords, utterly destroying them, save for one, who managed to escape through a portal.
That is not what the world thought, however. From the perspective of any good citizen, this was an indiscriminate attack against the long serving city council that had done good to Juneau. And so, the government tracked down Frostbite and apprehended him. The lone survivor of the Cabal propped up additional charges, such as the trafficking of illegal narcotics, black market trading, and the committing of unsolved murders that the Cabal had actually committed in protecting their position. These all went through, of course, and Alfred Gunther was sent to the Borehole…
Skills, Talents and Learning:
For most of his life, he had relegated himself to staying behind a desk, and as such, wouldn't appear to be physically intimidating as a human, though he did have self defense class years prior. When transformed, he appears to have a far more innate understanding of combat whether at range or in close quarters, and would consistently use the environment to aid himself.
He was a pharmacist; however, Alfred doubts that any skills learned as one would be beneficial in any escape attempt.
Power(s) and Capabilities:
Cyro Phoenix Transformation: Alfred has the ability to turn into a Frost Phoenix with a body made from supernatural ice at will. The Phoenix itself is about the same height as he is as a human, bearing a wingspan of around 10 feet wide at maximum. The ice that comprises this form is of eldritch nature, being strangely resistant against small arms fire and sharp weapons. The wings each have a single claw that can eviscerate an unprotected mundane in a single slash.
Transforming into the Frost Phoenix essentially atomizes and reforms his body; as such, injuries sustained as a human are removed upon transformation. Taking injuries whilst human will trigger transformation as a form of subconscious defence mechanism.
Cryokinesis In the Frost Phoenix state, he is able to breath conical blasts of freezing wind at close to medium ranges, rapidly draining the kinetic and heat energy of targets caught in the attack to the point that they could be turned into frozen popsicles. In addition, his presence exudes a cold zone with a radius of three meters, causing temperatures to gradually drop to -5° C unless counteracted by a heat factor within that zone.
As a human, Alfred is able to create and manipulate ice into whatever shape he wishes, though this ice isn't the supernatural variant that his transformed state is composed of. Since his cryokinetic ability in his human state is rather weak and incapable of ever killing anyone, he uses his cryokinesis to make pretty ice sculptures.
Power Limits: Alfred's abilities appear to lack reach; in order to freeze any hostile entities, he has to close the distance of at least ten meters. In addition, his cryokinetic powers can be counteracted through insulating materials and heat based powers/weaponry.
The transformation into a Cryo Phoenix is not instant, taking around 10 seconds to complete. As such, nearby guards would be able to respond to it using a taser to cut the transformation short.
Known Vulnerabilities: The Frost Phoenix, while capable of maintaining an extremely cold internal temperature, can be overwhelmed by consistent application of heat and forced into a catatonic state, if not simply transforming back into a human form.
In addition to intense heat, Cyro Phoenix form appears to be vulnerable against sonic based attacks as well as extreme blunt force.
Motives: Alfred is driven to reveal the treachery of the Cabal of Juneau and their cohorts, though his subconscious directs him to enact vengeance upon them for ancient wrongs. That is the one thing he wishes to do if he is freed, and nothing or no one will get in the way.
Noble intentions? Perhaps. Methods? Uncompromising annihilation. Collateral be damned.
Level: Threat level, as defined by the Borehole's parameters. I will assign this to your character. Recommended Containment Procedures: Alfred is to be kept inside a cell lined with insulated walls that are lined with thermal projectors. Heating kicks off whenever he attempts to freeze his way out of the cell.
When outside the cell, Alfred is to have an ankle-strapped power dampener to prevent him from transforming while away from the containment systems of his cell.
Notes: He insists on having spicy noodles as part of his lunch.
Pretty sure this one fizzled out before it started, due to work conditions.
I won't claim to speak for him, but the GM was online less than a day ago, so I don't know about that.
If the GM does bail on this though, I'd encourage someone to run with the idea, as there are a lot of good CSes here. I'd make one myself, but my idea was used by someone else and I don't have any others.
I hope he does come back, or this game does take off, because I have a CS here I want to use.
Name: Jack Larson
Known Aliases: Jack Lantern
Age: 34
Appearance: Mr. Larson stands at 5'11", and weighs 176 pounds. His hair is jet black, and his skin is a pale white, with deep shadows around his eyes. He keeps his hair and beard well groomed, and even though his body seems healthy, he gives off the appearance and aura that he's always two steps away from death. According to his records, he was born with brown eyes, but his eyes currently are emerald green, and seem to glow in low light.
Out of armor: In armor:
Psyche Profile: Mr. Larson displays strong asocial tendencies, preferring to remain in his cell or on his own. When in the exercise yard, he complains that he would rather be in his cell. During meals, he sits alone, eats quickly, and demands to be taken back to his cell. And when in his cell, he doesn't speak to the guards or anyone else, and is always absorbed in his writing.
Mr. Larson is impatient, and displays an intense desire to continue his work. He will freely share that he is using his cell time to further his research in the hopes that it will save his wife and daughter, but believes that others are not intelligent enough to understand the intricacies of his research. Aside from his obsession over his work, Mr. Larson also is quite egocentric, displaying a grandiose delusion of his own importance, stemming from his genius intellect.
All guards assigned to Mr. Larson must pass a mandatory psyche evaluation to ensure they don't try to unnecessarily engage with him, as Jack can be infuriated by his work being gravely interrupted. Another prisoner kept him from his cell, and this caused Mr. Larson to have a violent outburst, which resulted in the other prisoner having his arm dislocated and his jawbone shattered before Mr. Larson could be restrained.
Background: Grief is powerful. It can freeze a person where they are for years, or drive them deep into the realms of madness. It's both a limiter and a motivator. And all this is especially true for Jack Larson.
Mr. Larson was born to Jacob and Bethany Larson, and was the second of three siblings. From a young age, Jack Larson exhibited a mechanical brilliance the likes of which impressed both his family and his teachers in elementary school. When he was ten, his father had found him tinkering with the family vehicle. He had been annoyed at the noise the engine made during family drives, and had "fixed" it, successfully upgrading the engine so that it ran more silently.
His school life had earned him nothing but praise from teachers, many of whom touted him as the finest and most brilliant student their school had ever seen. He was quickly enrolled in AP classes during highschool, and graduated as the valedictorian.
This was despite one incident in which three other students had lured him out to the bleachers, having stolen one of his notebooks. The exact details of the resulting altercation are unknown, but one student had been knocked unconscious and put into a coma, another had been made unable to ingest solid foods, and a third just refused to speak about the incident. According to Jack, they had threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't cooperate with their attempts to cheat on the next exam. And when he refused, a fight started. If true, the question arises as to why Jack came out of the fight without a scratch.
His childhood wasn't always good, however. After giving birth to Jack's little brother, Jack's mother fell terribly ill. Doctors diagnosed her with a chronic disease for which there was no cure, and gave her only a decade to live. And the trouble didn't stop there. Around his tenth year of high school, his older sister was killed in a traffic collision. A year later, his younger brother was killed during a break-in at the family residence. His father was gunned down two months later after trying to go after the men who killed his son. And his mother succumbed to her illness on his graduation day.
By all accounts, every death devastated Jack Larson. One account from a teacher said that Jack told her "he felt powerless to stop these tragedies, despite his brilliance." But despite his grief, he tried to carry on. After high school, he got a job at a garage to help fund his college work, majoring in Mechanical Engineering. There, he would excel the same way he did in high school, and meet his future wife, Jill.
Jack Larson once wrote that "Jill helped me keep my grip on reality during those times. My family's death broke me apart, but it was Jill who picked up the pieces, and put them back together." Jack and Jill quicky began a relationship with each other, and the humor of their names was not lost on them. It was around this time that Jack was introduced to the supernatural.
Jill, as it turned out, had been a witch. A magical being thought to only exist in fairy tales. She was descended from a long line of magic users dating back to Medieval Ireland. According to her, Jill had claimed in one of her journals that the spectre of death haunted Jack, and she wanted at first to help him, thinking her magical knowledge could help ward off the spectre. But she had been taken by Jack's confidence in his own abilities, and his wit gave him a charm no one else could muster.
The two were inevitably married, and they had one daughter by the name of Jane. After they graduated college, evidence suggests that they were very happy together. It was almost enough to help Jack move on from the past. But the past wasn't going to let go. Later journals from Jill express that she's somehow upset the spectre that haunted Jack, and she very clearly feared for her life, and the safety of her family. This all culminated in the death of her and her daughter under mysterious circumstances, in which both of them had suddenly, and without warning or cause, fallen dead.
When authorities arrested Jack Larson in questioning why his family had died, he claimed that some sort of spirit killed them. He was later released as authorities could not prove that Jack had killed them, as was the going theory at the time. After this incident, Jack stopped going to work. He spent every waking moment for the next six months in the basement of his home, and he wouldn't be seen again until the local authorities decided to evict him for not paying property taxes.
When the authorities came, a brief argument ensued. It ended when Jack retreated into his house. SWAT was called, as it was suspected that Mr. Lawson would try and create a standoff situation. Instead, Mr. Lawson returned, dressed in a custom armor that glowed with eerie lights, and whose helmet mimicked the appearance of a Jack-o'-lantern. Mr. Lawson then started a shootout with the police using a strange energy weapon which brought those killed with it back to life, and caused them to start attacking other officers.
Mr. Lawson's rampage tore through the neighborhood and eventually reached town, ordering the dead people with him to attack anyone who tried to stop him. He would shoot especially difficult opposition, and even high powered rifles seemed to have no effect on his armor. It wasn't until a young man stepped in, using magic powers to summon otherworldly creatures to help him, that the threat was ended. All of the dead people were destroyed, and Jack Larson, now calling himself Jack Lantern, was taken into custody.
Skills, Talents and Learning: Mr. Larson is an incredible technological savant. With enough time and materials, Mr. Larson can create or modify any piece of equipment, allowing it to harness the power of Necrotic energy, and use it to further his goals. Even something as simple as a car's keyfab can be modified into a device that can raise the dead.
Mr. Larson also possesses an Eidetic memory. He can remember with perfect clarity any conversation he's overheard, or any text that he has seen. He has read every piece of literature that you can find in a library, and can recite each one from memory.
Mr. Larson seems to possess the ability to know things that he shouldn't. Events he wasn't a witness to, conversations he wasn't present for, and sometimes secrets that have only been shared amongst friends. It is unknown what mechanism he possesses to discover these things.
Power(s) and Capabilities: Mr. Larson is a pioneer in two previously unknown fields of science; Necrotics, the study of energies produced and used by undead beings, and Magitech, technology that harnesses the power of magical energy. His weapons and equipment are pieces of Magitech that utilize Necrotic energies to enhance physical capabilities and add abilities to the user.
His armor is capable of not only protecting the wearer from Necrotic energy, but also gathering and storing it. Through unknown means, the armor uses Necrotic energy to strengthen the wearer's normal capabilities to superhuman levels. It is also capable of teleporting short distances, and briefly turning the wearer intangible. What's more, the armor seems capable of charging any and all Magitech devices that utilize Necrotic energy.
For weapons, Mr. Larson has created a energy projection pistol which fires Necrotic energy. Any living being caught in the blast will rapidly decay where struck, as if the part of the body that was struck had died years ago. If dead bodies are struck with this device's blasts, they will begin to move as if coming back to life. Any and all such corpses, unless otherwise directed by Mr. Larson utilizing unknown means, will immediately attack anything living in a cannibalistic nature. Any dead creature already reanimated by this weapon will be strengthened by it if shot again.
Mr. Larson also utilized small bulbous devices similar to grenades in their use. Once activated, these devices will open a portal to another plane of existence for a brief time. Any living creature getting close to these portals will decay in a similar fashion as if they've been struck by his blaster, but witnesses have reported seeing strange apparitions exiting the portals to hunt down bystanders who are too close.
Mr. Larson's final notable piece of equipment is a scythe that projects a blade made of Necrotic energy. When striking living beings or corpses, the scythe exhibits similar properties to Mr. Larson's blaster. And just like his grenades, this scythe, too, can open portals. The scythe itself can affect nonorganic material, and has been observed cutting through three feet of solid steel.
All of Mr. Larson's weapons and equipment are DNA coded to him. To date, no one has been able to use them except for him, and no one has been able to break the encryption on the code.
Power Limits: All of Mr. Larson's powers rely on his equipment. He doesn't seem to possess the ability to use Necrotic energy except through his armor and weapons. Without them, he's physically just a normal man.
Known Vulnerabilities: While Mr. Larson's weapons are shielded from electromagnetic discharges, his armor isn't. Energy surges from electricity can overload the armor's circuits, causing it to shut down or risk burning out the electronics in the armor.
Motives: Mr. Larson wants his wife and child brought back to life, but as he remembers them. To that end, he is searching for "the secret to True Resurrection."
Level: Threat level, as defined by the Borehole's parameters. I will assign this to your character.
Recommended Containment Procedures: Mr. Larson is to be kept in a standard prison cell on a normal schedule. He is allowed writing materials and stationary, but under no circumstances is he allowed near any digital technology or computers. Additionally, due to the nature of his research and his affinity for the dead, Jack is to be fed vegetarian meals, and it is considered top priority to keep him away from any situations that arise nearby that may result in death or dismemberment.
Mr. Larson's weapons, armor, and other equipment from when he was captured is to be stored in the prison armory, locked away separately from other weapons. In the event of an emergency, Mr. Larson is to be kept away from his gear by any means necessary.
Notes: In order to maintain Mr. Larson's compliance with prison personnel, Mr. Larson will be allowed to further his research into Necrotics and Magitech.
Id be potentially interested but not going to make a character sheet for something that isn't going to happen. So I'll try to check in on this and see if it seems to be going in that direction. Fingers crossed.
Id be potentially interested but not going to make a character sheet for something that isn't going to happen. So I'll try to check in on this and see if it seems to be going in that direction. Fingers crossed.
Feel free to join the discord for updates as this is the one we got from the man himself today: "I haven't forgotten... got really buried at work. New job and all [and I'm] On Call, etc."
"I have a job and personal commitments so this is getting squeezed between those." He DID say that he IS juggling this between his job and Real Life Responsibilities so patience is key, otherwise, I suggest trying to find a more fast-paced RP if you want (potentially) quicker response times.
My character idea was someone who could manipulate plant life with enough similarity to the girl who someone already posted that it'd be redundant to make the CS. Still, the character idea is fun and I may use him in the future.
I'm glad to hear this is still going on. I don't have any other character ideas for super powered people right now but I may in the future or I could play a corrupt guard or something if it becomes appropriate in the future.
Thanks for the update! I am not a big Discord person so I will try to see if I can figure it out/join if I can! And yes I understand the real world as well as work and responsibilities clearly taking priority. But I have made about ten character sheets on this website, for very detailed and thorough roleplays, and not one has taken off within a matter of months each time. So I'm just being honest and wanted to put feelers out there, but it definitely looks like a good amount of people are still interested! TY again for the info.
