[OOC] VIGILANCE: Memento Mori

[An Outsider]

EDIT: Lol I think we posted at the same time, Sam.

@GreenGrenade

I think that's the RPing equivalent of finishing each other's sentences.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@Lord Wraith ... I honestly don't have any recollection of putting that there. Sooooooo, I changed to a more sensible ton of glass. Added info for her regeneration (And weaknesses, of course). I also added that little thing I missed. lol

I put it in the character deposit like you said I could.

[Lord Wraith]

@Lord Wraith ... I honestly don't have any recollection of putting that there. Sooooooo, I changed to a more sensible ton of glass. Added info for her regeneration (And weaknesses, of course). I also added that little thing I missed. lol

I put it in the character deposit like you said I could.

@Mr Allen J

Did I? I mean it doesn't matter as we were going to accept you after the edits anyways haha So that all works out.

[twave]

Character Sheet go!

| NAME(S): |

Ruth Elizabeth Staton

| ALIAS(ES): |

Elizabeth, Liz, Lizzy, Heather, Rachel... She's used a lot of names.

| D.O.B.: |

4/16/1894

| AGE: |

118

| SEX: |

Female

| SEXUALITY: |

Straight

| APPEARANCE: |

Ruth's appearance has not changed since turning 22 back in 1916. She stands 5' 6" and weighs in around 135 pounds. A natural brunette she has only recently experimented with adding blond highlights to her hair. Her eyes are also a brown color, a trait from her father. Having been born in another time in American history she still leans to more modest clothing such as long skirts and dresses that she grew up with. But occasionally she would don the more modern clothing of today or more formal business attire for public events. Of course she doesn't wear quite as much makeup as in the posters. Can't live in the past forever without making some changes else one looks very out of place.

| H-CLASS: |

Juno

| ABILITIES: |

Regeneration Aura:
Can project a powerful and constant regenerating aura in the surrounding area. The aura can be extended further out to others within a few yards with less potent effects. The range and effectiveness ties itself to her emotions. Being sympathetic toward someone will mean that they will heal quicker, animosity perhaps not at all. This ability has been better refined over the years.

| LIMITATIONS: |

Normally the aura is focused very near to the users body. It cannot repair from something that would kill the user in less in a few minutes. A bullet to the brain, sufficient physical trauma, or a powerful enough toxin would render the regeneration irrelevant. It also does not eliminate pain.

For others the aura is a much slower process. Cuts are no big deal but at best a deep gash or bullet wound may take a few days to fully heal.

| WEAKNESSES: |

Because she continuously heals yet still feels pain suffering could be prolonged if someone was so inclined. If she is emotionally distraught or under extreme stress the aura will fade away. And while she is immune to most illnesses, she is merely resistant to the new one afflicting hyperhumans.

| APPLICATIONS: |

Maintains her physical age.
Most wounds inflicted on her can be healed in a matter of minutes.
Capable of surviving some normally fatal wounds (self only).
Viral and bacterial immunity (with one known exception)
Can weather most toxins.
Heal others around her.
Cause cells to grow out of control (cancer).
Accelerate bacterial culture growth (infection).

| SKILLS: |

Registered Nurse: Military trained nurse from two World Wars and various other institutions through her travels. While culmitavly she probably qualifies for a couple masters degrees in the medical field she has never formally pursued them.

Multilingual: Beyond her native tongue of English, her time spent in many European countries has allowed her to learn French, German, Russian, Polish, and Italian. Dabs of other languages of countries that participated in the wars she can muddle through.

Hunter: She can handle various types of handguns and rifles. Primarily for sport, she despises their use against people after seeing the atrocities they can produce.

| EQUIPMENT: |

A purse which contains mostly common items, and usually has a bodyguard or two hovering around her.

| BACKSTORY: |

The poster you see is not where Ruth's story begins. For that you need to go back some 50 years earlier. Ruth Elizabeth Staton was born into this world the daughter of Frederick and Eliza Staton. A simple family that like many owned and tended a farm in Tennessee. The early years were tough as the country was in a recession. Learning to cook, clean, and do farm chores, all the normal things for the time there was nothing out of the ordinary to Ruth's childhood. Growing to be a teenager and later into adulthood things were actually starting to look up. Striking it out on her own for a while she did odd jobs, until world went to war.

The Great War, WWI began in 1914 and when she was just 19 Ruth's father was drafted. There were many tears and anxiety as her father left for what could very well be the last time they would ever see each other. While there were many way to help in the war effort the one that stood out to the young woman was the nurses going to the front lines to tend to the wounded. There were rules though, to qualify one needed to be 23 and have 3 years experience. Her mind made up Ruth went to training. Passing with flying colors she wasn't sent overseas until the last year of the conflict. War had made a turn for the worse with mechanization and chemical warfare. During her tenure patients that were under Ruth's care did markedly better. Still the atrocities of war were hard to bare. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief when the war finally came to a close.

Coming back to the States didn't change the war nurses occupation. She had a gift, a true gift that Ruth was blissfully unaware of. All her friends and family told her that she looked the same as the day she left. Thinking it as just flattery she paid no attention to the comment. Having moved out on her own to the city gave her time to reflect a bit. Now 26 and even she could see that something unusual was going on. She looked the same as when she enlisted. Being a physician and having seen the crude and often painful medical practices returning soldiers underwent Ruth wanted nothing to do with that. In was then one night that she disappeared without a word to anyone.

From then on life was a lie. She was always between 20 and 24 years old, had a different name everywhere she went, and took any job she could find. Having to move every four to five years was tough. But not as tough as when the Great Recession hit. Much worse than the last probably the one thing that kept her alive was whatever mysterious condition that stayed her age. But the drums of war began to beat again and this time things would be different. America not immediately entering the fray gave Ruth the opportunity to prepare. Falsifying her own information Ruth once again registered as a nurse, passing herself off as her own daughter. Pouring her heart and soul toward the soldiers her performance was exemplary. Miraculous turnarounds occurred wherever she was stationed. Such success did not go unnoticed and she became a poster girl for war propaganda. By the end of the war she was very recognizable back home. Seeing the impending disaster that could cause for her life she stayed in Europe where she had better anonymity.

Bouncing around between countries it became increasingly hand to stay hidden. Traveling the world became a necessity for a while. Through her travels she realized why her patients had done so well as she would treat people in towns or even small villages were they there. Eventually murmurs of unusual goings on involving special individuals reached Ruth's ear. Once again the world was about to shift as "hyperhumans" began to surface more and more. Thinking her expertees could be of use she came forward with the newly formed H.E.L.P. Department. Without even telling them much it was found that this woman matched in many photographic data going back the last hundred years. Who started it or how it began was lost in the flurry, but before she knew it Ruth was again in the spotlight. "The first hyperhuman!" "Saved the lives of hundreds during both World Wars!" "Immortal hero!" The stories just went out of control. In a matter of months she'd become a face that represented everything good about hyperhumans, and she didn't want any of it. One thing was for sure, there was no running away from her past now.

| SAMPLE POST: |

On Air, that's what the red sign said above the door of the green room. Slung around like a talking puppet Ruth was getting ready to be interviewed. So many requests to be interviewed and she had denied all of them until it was mentioned that it wouldn't end if she tried to avoid it. The cat was out of the bag and the public was clamoring for answers. This was a bad idea. It only meant starting a tug-o-war against all the other talk shows.

Notes, she had written notes. She never wrote notes for when she was going to speak, she could remember everything fine. Millions of people were going to be glued to their televisions as the "Ageless Woman" was finally going to tell her story. Or at least part of it. There wasn't enough time to answer the mountain of questions that undoubtedly awaited her.

Opening a set hand ushered her onto the stage. People were running around making sure everything was just right and and even came up and powdered her face to reduce the glare from the lights. Glancing around time and technology had passed her by. Back when she actually was 22 there was no way she could ever have imagined being able to do the things that were possible today. In seconds things recorded here could be sent around the world like it was nothing. Her reflection was cut short as they appeared to be ready. Counting down Ruth took a deep breath and composed herself and the recording light went on.

| NOTES: |

McAlister's Sweet Tea

[Lord Wraith]

Put an IC up so I could get Uroborus' warning out and I had a little fun with Zeke as well.

As soon as I hear back from Sam, we'll continue editing all submitted sheets.

[Mr_pink]

Sorry dropping out of this

[Lord Wraith]

@Mr_pink Any particular reason?

[Omega Man]

Snipped my Rewind CS. Trying to think of different ways to use the power, or I may just come up with a new character.

~KL~

[An Outsider]

I've PM'd Wraith about the CS's up, but of course he's offline now. We honestly are terrible at co-ordinating ourselves.

[Hillan]

Wip

| NAME(S): |

Stephen Adrian Smith

| ALIAS(ES): |

Mortar
The Iceman
“Pretty boy”

| D.O.B.: |

5th May 1990

| AGE: |

25

| SEX: |

Male

| SEXUALITY: |

Straight

| APPEARANCE: |

Stephen stands at 189 CM and 80 kilograms. He is a muscular man with a clean look, as he keeps his face shaved and his hair neatly trimmed in a stylish look. His eyes are green and his hair is black. On his face he has several small scars, one on his lip and two on his left eyebrow. As well as a one from a knife wound on his ribs.
He has a tattoo of a lion paw on his left shoulder.
He wears nice jackets and shirts. He wears ripped jeans and nice leather shoes providing him with both wind resistance and comfort while riding. On his face he wears a black bandanna and a pair of aviator sunglasses.

| H-CLASS: |

Neptune

| ABILITIES: |

Pyrokinesis:
Stephen is a Pyrokinetic. His ability include generating flames and manipulating the size, shape and magnitude as well as heat of the flames. He is able to charge his flames with concussive force, allowing him to use them as proper weapons. He is able to generate flames from his entire body, but prefers to do so from his hands and arms. Stephen's body burns approximately 10 Degrees Celsius hotter than a regular human.

He is able to send out heatwaves from his body, allowing him to affect the temperature of things from a distant. Giving him the ability to do such things as heating up objects. Stephen can do the reverse, as well, absorbing heat and flames.

| LIMITATIONS: |

Stephen has a severe case of Asthma, and has had since he was a child. Frigid cold or tropical weather both causes his breathing to shut down and renders him severely weakned.
Stephen is very much so flesh and blood, he can do very little against gunfire or even bladed combat.
Mortar can only absorb heat warmer than his own body, thus he cannot say, freeze an object by draining all of the heat away from it.
Certain chemical fires cannot be affected by Mortars powers, same goes for nuclear fires.

| WEAKNESSES: |

His powers cannot function if his body has been cooled for an extended amount of time.
While he is immune to fire and resistant to heat his powers do not protect him from smoke.
His powers has to be used by a physical motion, thus incapacitating his body means that he can not use his powers. Abusing his breathing problem is very possible and quite likely, as his stamina depletes quickly because of it.

| APPLICATIONS: |

Fireballs:
Spheres of flames that vary in heat and concussive force. Can be channeled to explode upon impact, too. Stephen throws them.

Flame Vortex:
Stephen generates a vortex of flames absorbing the oxygen and turning it into Co2 as well as burning whatever comes in it's path.

Heat Touch:
Stephen heats up the skin in his hands and thus allowing him to burn an opponent or an object.

Fire Cuts:
Coating his arms in fire Stephen can throw away crescent blades made out of fire that puts anything in it's path on fire. Concussive force and heat varies.

Heat Absorbation:
Stephen absorbs heat, using it to increase his own power if he is low on fuel. He becomes fatigued after doing it, making it a last ditch effort in most cases.

| SKILLS: |

Driver: Stephen is a excellent precision driver and an even better motorcyclist. He and his bike are a force to be reckoned with on the streets.

Leadership: Stephen is an excellent leader, as shown by his ability to lead his chapel of bikers. He has harnessed diplomacy and tactics because of this, well, as far as biker tactics and diplomacy goes.

Fighter: Stephen is an all right brawler thanks to his many bar fights and gang fighting. While his only real training is a bit of boxing as a teen, he has earned his spot as a head of the Toronto Biking scene. He is also quite the shot with a shotgun.

| EQUIPMENT: |

His Chopper
His Remington Shotgun
Switchblade
Zippo Lighter.

| BACKSTORY: |

wip.

| SAMPLE POST: |

wip.

| NOTES: |

Jack and Coke, don't worry about it.

[Hillan]

Also, Sammie. How come I ain't got your Skype digits yet?

[An Outsider]

Also, Sammie. How come I ain't got your Skype digits yet?

@Hillan

I never had Skype for long enough pal. Just got an account the other week, though I haven't really used it. What do you need to add me on it?

[Hillan]

Just whatever your username is on it. Mine's Hillanx.

If anyone else's feeling like adding me, make sure to send a message with your RPG name so I know who you is.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

My Skype info is in my sig in case any of ya'll need your favorite pimp's pimp.

[twave]

The waiting game.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

The waiting game.

@t2wave

Everyone loses.

[Lord Wraith]

Character Sheet go!

| NAME(S): |

Ruth Elizabeth Staton

| ALIAS(ES): |

Elizabeth, Liz, Lizzy, Heather, Rachel... She's used a lot of names.

| D.O.B.: |

4/16/1894

| AGE: |

118

| SEX: |

Female

| SEXUALITY: |

Straight

| APPEARANCE: |

Ruth's appearance has not changed since turning 22 back in 1916. She stands 5' 6" and weighs in around 135 pounds. A natural brunette she has only recently experimented with adding blond highlights to her hair. Her eyes are also a brown color, a trait from her father. Having been born in another time in American history she still leans to more modest clothing such as long skirts and dresses that she grew up with. But occasionally she would don the more modern clothing of today or more formal business attire for public events. Of course she doesn't wear quite as much makeup as in the posters. Can't live in the past forever without making some changes else one looks very out of place.

| H-CLASS: |

Juno

| ABILITIES: |

Regeneration Aura:
Can project a powerful and constant regenerating aura in the surrounding area. The aura can be extended further out to others within a few yards with less potent effects. The range and effectiveness ties itself to her emotions. Being sympathetic toward someone will mean that they will heal quicker, animosity perhaps not at all. This ability has been better refined over the years.

| LIMITATIONS: |

Normally the aura is focused very near to the users body. It cannot repair from something that would kill the user in less in a few minutes. A bullet to the brain, sufficient physical trauma, or a powerful enough toxin would render the regeneration irrelevant. It also does not eliminate pain.

For others the aura is a much slower process. Cuts are no big deal but at best a deep gash or bullet wound may take a few days to fully heal.

| WEAKNESSES: |

Because she continuously heals yet still feels pain suffering could be prolonged if someone was so inclined. If she is emotionally distraught or under extreme stress the aura will fade away. And while she is immune to most illnesses, she is merely resistant to the new one afflicting hyperhumans.

| APPLICATIONS: |

Maintains her physical age.
Most wounds inflicted on her can be healed in a matter of minutes.
Capable of surviving some normally fatal wounds (self only).
Viral and bacterial immunity (with one known exception)
Can weather most toxins.
Heal others around her.
Cause cells to grow out of control (cancer).
Accelerate bacterial culture growth (infection).

| SKILLS: |

Registered Nurse: Military trained nurse from two World Wars and various other institutions through her travels. While culmitavly she probably qualifies for a couple masters degrees in the medical field she has never formally pursued them.

Multilingual: Beyond her native tongue of English, her time spent in many European countries has allowed her to learn French, German, Russian, Polish, and Italian. Dabs of other languages of countries that participated in the wars she can muddle through.

Hunter: She can handle various types of handguns and rifles. Primarily for sport, she despises their use against people after seeing the atrocities they can produce.

| EQUIPMENT: |

A purse which contains mostly common items, and usually has a bodyguard or two hovering around her.

| BACKSTORY: |

The poster you see is not where Ruth's story begins. For that you need to go back some 50 years earlier. Ruth Elizabeth Staton was born into this world the daughter of Frederick and Eliza Staton. A simple family that like many owned and tended a farm in Tennessee. The early years were tough as the country was in a recession. Learning to cook, clean, and do farm chores, all the normal things for the time there was nothing out of the ordinary to Ruth's childhood. Growing to be a teenager and later into adulthood things were actually starting to look up. Striking it out on her own for a while she did odd jobs, until world went to war.

The Great War, WWI began in 1914 and when she was just 19 Ruth's father was drafted. There were many tears and anxiety as her father left for what could very well be the last time they would ever see each other. While there were many way to help in the war effort the one that stood out to the young woman was the nurses going to the front lines to tend to the wounded. There were rules though, to qualify one needed to be 23 and have 3 years experience. Her mind made up Ruth went to training. Passing with flying colors she wasn't sent overseas until the last year of the conflict. War had made a turn for the worse with mechanization and chemical warfare. During her tenure patients that were under Ruth's care did markedly better. Still the atrocities of war were hard to bare. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief when the war finally came to a close.

Coming back to the States didn't change the war nurses occupation. She had a gift, a true gift that Ruth was blissfully unaware of. All her friends and family told her that she looked the same as the day she left. Thinking it as just flattery she paid no attention to the comment. Having moved out on her own to the city gave her time to reflect a bit. Now 26 and even she could see that something unusual was going on. She looked the same as when she enlisted. Being a physician and having seen the crude and often painful medical practices returning soldiers underwent Ruth wanted nothing to do with that. In was then one night that she disappeared without a word to anyone.

From then on life was a lie. She was always between 20 and 24 years old, had a different name everywhere she went, and took any job she could find. Having to move every four to five years was tough. But not as tough as when the Great Recession hit. Much worse than the last probably the one thing that kept her alive was whatever mysterious condition that stayed her age. But the drums of war began to beat again and this time things would be different. America not immediately entering the fray gave Ruth the opportunity to prepare. Falsifying her own information Ruth once again registered as a nurse, passing herself off as her own daughter. Pouring her heart and soul toward the soldiers her performance was exemplary. Miraculous turnarounds occurred wherever she was stationed. Such success did not go unnoticed and she became a poster girl for war propaganda. By the end of the war she was very recognizable back home. Seeing the impending disaster that could cause for her life she stayed in Europe where she had better anonymity.

Bouncing around between countries it became increasingly hand to stay hidden. Traveling the world became a necessity for a while. Through her travels she realized why her patients had done so well as she would treat people in towns or even small villages were they there. Eventually murmurs of unusual goings on involving special individuals reached Ruth's ear. Once again the world was about to shift as "hyperhumans" began to surface more and more. Thinking her expertees could be of use she came forward with the newly formed H.E.L.P. Department. Without even telling them much it was found that this woman matched in many photographic data going back the last hundred years. Who started it or how it began was lost in the flurry, but before she knew it Ruth was again in the spotlight. "The first hyperhuman!" "Saved the lives of hundreds during both World Wars!" "Immortal hero!" The stories just went out of control. In a matter of months she'd become a face that represented everything good about hyperhumans, and she didn't want any of it. One thing was for sure, there was no running away from her past now.

| SAMPLE POST: |

On Air, that's what the red sign said above the door of the green room. Slung around like a talking puppet Ruth was getting ready to be interviewed. So many requests to be interviewed and she had denied all of them until it was mentioned that it wouldn't end if she tried to avoid it. The cat was out of the bag and the public was clamoring for answers. This was a bad idea. It only meant starting a tug-o-war against all the other talk shows.

Notes, she had written notes. She never wrote notes for when she was going to speak, she could remember everything fine. Millions of people were going to be glued to their televisions as the "Ageless Woman" was finally going to tell her story. Or at least part of it. There wasn't enough time to answer the mountain of questions that undoubtedly awaited her.

Opening a set hand ushered her onto the stage. People were running around making sure everything was just right and and even came up and powdered her face to reduce the glare from the lights. Glancing around time and technology had passed her by. Back when she actually was 22 there was no way she could ever have imagined being able to do the things that were possible today. In seconds things recorded here could be sent around the world like it was nothing. Her reflection was cut short as they appeared to be ready. Counting down Ruth took a deep breath and composed herself and the recording light went on.

| NOTES: |

McAlister's Sweet Tea

@t2wave

Alright so overall this is a great sheet we just have a couple of minor issues we want to sort out.

As it stands it says 'Most wounds inflicted on her can be healed in a matter of minutes.' Does that mean she can recover to a bullet to the head, or having her heart removed. I'd like to say any injuries to her major organs would kill her. How do you feel about her bio? I quite like how it all goes together, apart from the last paragraph. From what little I know of H.E.L.P would they actually thrust anyone into the spotlight like that, especially a hype. And even if it was someone else who did the revealing, surely H.E.L.P would try to block the attempts to reveal her.

@BlackSam3091

As Sam said, we're wondering about her being able to heal from most injuries in a matter of minutes or would Sam's above examples be outside of the 'most' envelope and be among those she can't heal from in minutes and/or can't heal at all.

Also as Sam brought up, H.E.L.P. wouldn't actively thrust a Hyperhuman into the spotlight, they're all for well Equality and therefore would not elevate one specific person above the entire Hyperhuman community. It would likely be better if a third party (likely media) based organization got wind of her and came up with the 'First Hyperhuman' propaganda.

[twave]

@Lord Wraith@BlackSam3091

Certainty. A bullet wound or removal of a vital organ would qualify under enough physical trama to kill her. Hard to live without functioning organs that often facilitate the recovery process. I was speaking to more common injuries. Cuts, burns, fractures, and such.

As to the involvement of H.E.L.P. and the publicity. The information did not leak directly from them. That would be counter to the purpose of the Department altogether. No it would have to be from someone that has something to gain, outside the department. Once leaked though the media would pounce on a story like that without a doubt.

[An Outsider]

@t2wave

And do you have a plan in mind for where the leak came from?

[LPFan]

Hey I just saw this and i'm interested in joining. Is there still room?