[OOC] Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

[Partisan]

Same as last time basically. I'm gonna have a hell of a hard time writing this down again, give me some time.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

<Snipped quote by Maxx>

You should totally run Titus. Though, I kinda want to see Taylor, or Carol again. I liked them.

MOVING ON TO IMPORANT STUFF

We were discussing the plot on Skype (Which we should really stop doing, since the non-skype peeps can't get involved D:) and our good friend Maxx suggested that I don't railroad people into the Fiends plot. To which I wholeheartedly agree - there's going to be a point where everyone will have to get involved anyway, so let's not force it. He suggested that we do something that we did in an RP ages ago, and come up with multiple plots, for different people. Which, is a very good idea, honestly. Because, it'll help us get immersed in the whole if there's multiple things going on (Which isn't far fetched in a city like this).

Only problem is that we can't come up with anything. Since I want to get you lovely people involved, how about we discuss the plot and come up with plans for it? So far, I can see the story being separated into age groups (1-20, and 20+ Non-NEST).

@Mr Allen J

[Maxx]

Ehhh...I might actually change Carole's power. I love the Honey Badger Physiology, but it really doesn't work well with her. I have her old power saved, so I might plug that in.

EDIT: Nevermind. I'm being a dumbass.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

Ehhh...I might actually change Carole's power. I love the Honey Badger Physiology, but it really doesn't work well with her. I have her old power saved, so I might plug that in.

@Maxx

Give her prehensile boobs.

[Horrid]

Edited to fuck his weaknesses up some more.

Jin Saito

Basic Information

Name:

Jin Saito.

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Slick.

Gender:

Dude.

Age:

22.

Height:

5'10".

Weight:

165 lbs or 75kg.

Home District:

The Crystal Shores.

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black.

Eye Color:

Brown.

Ethnicity:

Asian (Japanese-Amercian).

Physical Appearance:

Jin is rather average for a young man in his 20s. Average height, average weight. His build is rather athletic, lean and muscular much like an acrobat. His hair is black, but shaven bald. He has a rather attractive face with his squarish jaw, evenly spread facial features, his happy resting face and olive skin. His eyes lack irises, but this doesn't affect his eyesight, and the veins along his scalp and neck are dark and tenebrous.

Attire:

In a casual setting, He usually wears dark, comfortable clothing but isn't opposed to dressing up, owing to his life in the lap of luxury. Most times he can be seen wearing a wide variety of tight-fitting jeans, name-brand t-shirts, expensive shoes and his signature black double-buttoned slim jacket. He tends to lean toward wearing beanies and baseball caps to hide the dark veins upon his head and neck, as well as aviator shades to hide the whiteness of his eyes.

When in situations that ask for a little more of that special je ne sais quoi, Jin is more than content in dressing in black surplus combat fatigues, and tough leather boots. His knees, shins and elbows are strapped with tactical pads, also procured from a surplus depot. Upon his chest, stomach and back he wears a military-issue IOTV (Improved Outer Tactical Vest). This was also procured from a surplus store at an exorbitant price. To cover his face, he wears an carbon-fiber AirSoft mask.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Jin is a downright punk. A snob. He'll take what he wants if he can't buy it first. He's the type of guy that thinks that money doesn't buy happiness, but that money IS happiness. Years of living with rich parents and getting what he wants haven't exactly left him as a spoiled child, more like an emotionally undeveloped man-child. He enjoys the same things that a child would. Confections, fast food, video-games, cartoons, wrestling. All things that the average adult could indulge in, with none of the restraint or responsibility. He tends to speak his mind about whatever is on it, and his opinionated views can sometimes land him in deep trouble.

Skills/Talents:

Besides being an indulgent brat, he doesn't have many skills. He can drive a car pretty well, owing to his idolizing of Asian people in racing media. He also took a boxing class once, but quit halfway for reasons he refuses to disclose.

History/Bio:

Jin has lived most of his life in the fast lane, the easy life. After being born in the U.S, he spent 5 years of his life in happy ignorance before his father's occupation necessitated a move to Japan. There he stayed until he reached the age of 12, going to school and living the life of a rich kid before his another of his father's promotions lead to the family's move to the United States once more. Minato, a hard-working man, was made head of a new branch of the company that focused on the sales of hand sanitizer and cleaning products. This meant a lot of money, and a lot of money meant a lot of toys and a lot of friends. Jin's life has been rather uneventful, even with the discovery of his powers. His mother and father told him that there would be changes. First puberty, and then this. No big deal.

The most exciting portion of his life began when he got into the senior year of high-school. His friends began to dip into the less amicable aspects of urban life. Influenced by gangster culture and rap music, just like all those specialists said, they began to put together little street operations. Jin has seen his fair share of police station interrogation rooms because of that, and he isn't overly phased. He spend the majority of his time not at school trying to start up his own operation on the streets. So far he has been met with nothing but lawyer fees and lectures from his parents on upholding the family's name. But this time, he's applying himself fully. He'll make it.

Relationships

Family:

Saito, Minato (Father) - Other: Intangibility
Saito, Aoi (Mother) - Elemental, Energy: Electrokinesis

Dynamics:

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Abilities

Power Class:

Other.

Power:
Einstein-Rosen Bridging

Jin is able to mentally project an energy which has similar effects to that of a wormhole, of which the shape and size are variable. He is unable to transport anything bigger than, say, a standard sedan. Portals can be thrown up to 20m distance as well as invert the orientation which those entering, exit. Going in walking could have you coming out upside-down. Jin is not immune to these orientation changes, just aware of them.

Limits:

Jin needs to have a clear line of sight, or a clear memory of the locations being linked by the portals that he makes. He can only manifest up to 3 portals at a time and they can only be thrown to a distance of around 20m, if they travel beyond his distance, or he is knocked out of range, they simply disappear harmlessly. Depending on the size of the portal, it can take a second to close smaller ones, whilst taking up to 3-5 seconds for the largest ones.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Holding a portal open for a long time can give him head-splitting migraines. This increases exponentially with the amount of portals open. If he holds three open for too long, there is a chance that his brain could actually hemorrhage.
Holding the portals open requires his full attention if he ever hopes to conjure three of them in a combat situation. Breaks in concentration can lead to portals closing unexpectedly, resulting in a sort of energetic backlash and the disappearance of the portals in question.
Going through portals too many times in too short a time frame can lead to Jin's inner ear equilibrium becoming imbalanced. This can cause him to experience disorientation, vertigo, imbalance, nausea and even loss of consciousness if he fucks around too much. This can affect his concentration and the ability to conjure subsequent portals as a result.

[swich01]

<Snipped quote by Maxx>

Give her prehensile boobs.

@Mr Allen J

GM of the year.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

<Snipped quote by Mr Allen J>

GM of the year.

@swich01

[swich01]

What just happened to me.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

What just happened to me.

@swich01

You just entered the Danger Zone.
_{By Kenny Loggins.}

[Maxx]

Here she is.

Carole Elias

Basic Information

Name:

Carolina Elias

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Carole, heiress, that bitch with better hair than me.

Gender:

female

Age:

Eighteen

Height:

5’7”

Weight:

130 lbs

Home District:

Downtown Verthaven

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Blue

Ethnicity:

Brazilian

Physical Appearance:

Carole is a skinny and incredibly attractive girl. Like, I rarely throw around the phrase “perfect body”, but Carole really does have a body that is an object of jealousy for many others. She is slim and fit, with just the right-sized curves in just the right places and just the right amount of muscle tone (she keeps fit by doing gymnastics). She has caramel-colored skin, a byproduct of her nationality, and oddly-contrasting deep blue eyes. She has a heart-shaped face and almond-shaped eyes, with long lashes. Her face is generally clear of imperfections, with the exception of an occasional zit which she whines and sighs over until it is whisked away by a small arsenal of skincare products. She has a small, thin nose that is slightly flat along the bridge. Carole’s hair flows down her back like a waterfall. It comes about ⅓ of the way down her back, and is taken care of very well. Carole wears makeup that looks professionally done, causing her eyes to pop and her lips to appear a luscious red. Her nails match her lips in color, and are slightly pointed, like well-groomed claws.

Attire:

Carole’s wardrobe is so expensive that it has its own insurance policy and security system. She only wears designer clothes, and dresses, for lack of a better term, like a “girly” girl. She’s almost always wearing a dress and open-toed heels of some sort, and her favorite color is red. She wears a ton of jewelry, and said jewelry always matches her clothing. Her favorite piece of jewelry is a platinum necklace with a large, red diamond on the pendant. She never wears rings, as she believes they look trashy (unless you’re married, which she’s not). If it’s sunny out, Carole will wear a set of designer sunglasses.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

If one took a poll of everyone who has known Carole for longer than a passing glance in the hallway (and even some of them), and asked them to describe Carole in one phrase, 90% of them would most likely choose the words “prissy rich girl”. Carole is spoiled and pampered. She came from a life where she had servants to do everything for her and a spa to relax any trouble she could possibly think of away. If given the option to have someone else do something for her or do it herself, she will defer to someone else. Carole loves attention, and always wants people looking at her or near her. Oftentimes, she creates drama in order to make more people pay attention to her. She’s the popular girl, one who looks like she normally prowls the halls with two other overprivileged rich girls who are slightly shorter and less intelligent than she. Carole is extremely extroverted, constantly talking to people. Despite all of her flaws, she is extraordinarily friendly, though once she becomes friends with someone, the relationship is pretty much one-sided. Because she likes being the center of attention, Carole can be quite easily driven to do things through peer pressure.

Another side of Carole that people rarely see is how insecure she is. She is, in the opinion of most teenaged boys, absolutely flawless. She’s got the pretty face, the perfect hair, the large breasts (which may or may not have been enhanced), and her makeup is always flawless. Despite this, Carole always thinks that other girls are prettier than she is. She rarely lets it show, but inside Carole constantly feels inferior to other attractive girls. Often this can lead to a degree of rivalry, and when Carole feels jealous, she can be a real bitch. She has a fear of snakes, spiders, and other insects and reptiles. Slightly germaphobic, she cleans things often and has been known to use hand sanitizer exhorbitantly. This minor trait, however, is hardly noticeable by most people around Carole.

Hobbies/Interests:

Shop, look at clothing magazines, watch movies, get people to do things she doesn’t want to do for her, dodge the paparazzi, attend posh parties, pretend she likes soccer, drink margaritas, and entice boys to chase her.

Skills/Talents:

Despite her expensive wardrobe and collection of fancy cars, Carole knows how to manage money well. She manages accounts well, and has a lot of money saved up just in case of emergency. She plans on one day opening up her own fashion boutique. She speaks both Portuguese and French fluently. She’s fairly good in school, getting mostly As and Bs, though she’s certainly not a genius. She is very skilled in gymnastics and has excellent cardiovascular endurance. She is known to be incredibly flexible.

Prized Possession:

Her platinum necklace with the red diamond.

Quote(s):

“Javier? Javier! Where is my mocha latte? Come on! I’m going to be late for my manicure! Dammit my life is so baddddddd.”

History/Bio:

There’s really nothing much to say here. Carolina Elias was born in Beverly Hills, California and lived there for most of her life. Her father was the great Enrique Elias, a world-renowned multimillionaire director. As such, Carole was pampered for all of her life. She began to dance at the age of six, and by thirteen was doing gymnastics, which she found to be much more enjoyable. By age thirteen, Carole’s power had become somewhat evident, and so she went to Academy 218 to learn how to use it properly. Every summer, she would return to Beverly Hills and then go on some crazy vacation somewhere around the world. He father owned an island in French Polynesia which they went to often, though they also travelled to Hawaii, the French Riviera, and Brazil often. Around the age of fourteen, Carole began to become somewhat obsessed with the idea of being a celebrity. As such, she began to show off a bit every time she went to an event where media would be present. Several times, she got black-out drunk at events (by bribing bartenders) and would stir up drama to get attention directed on herself. She became so well-known for troublemaking that her father banned her from coming to after parties. She, however, did become a celebrity, and due to her attractiveness pretty much remained one. She is in Verthaven to meet with a modeling agency based in the city.

Relationships

Family:

Enrique Elias: Father
Maria Elias: Mother
Carmine Elias: Step-mother
Javier Elias: Brother
Alejandro Elias: Brother

Dynamics:

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Abilities

Power Class:

Super-System (animal)

Power:

Honey Badger Physiology Due to a chain reaction of mutations, Carole has been gifted with the powers of the honey badger. Firstly, Carole is supernaturally flexible. The collagen in her skin and ligaments are extra stretchy, allowing her to be extremely flexible (this is in part an actual medical condition known as Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, but she essentially inherited all of the benefits of that disease and none of the drawbacks). Carole is so flexible that she can bend backwards and grab her heels with her hands, and every one of her joints are double-jointed. In addition to this, Carole’s skin is remarkably strong and stretchy. Her skin is so strong, in fact, that it is resistant to machete slashes, arrows, and low-caliber bullets (honey badgers are fucking crazy). Her skin is stretch as well, and she has a little bit extra skin that what a normal human body should actually have. This allows Carole to be able to essentially turn around in her own skin and fend off an attacker who has grabbed her from behind. Carole has a slight strength buff as well, able to lift about five-hundred pounds. Carole’s nails are incredibly hard, and are very sharp on the ends if she doesn’t take good care of them. Because of this, they function as makeshift claws in a last resort scenario.

Limits:

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Firstly, Carole’s flexibility also makes her more prone to injury. Collagen is in ligaments and tendons as well as skin, so Carole can easily injure herself if she isn’t careful, especially if she gets hit while using her flexibility. Secondly, while Carole’s skin is resistant to knives and some bullets, it isn’t resistant to pain. While Carole’s skin may be impervious to many kinds of damage, getting shot still hurts, and Carole has no way to block out the pain. Carole herself has a low pain threshold, and so, despite her durability, she can’t take much of a beating before she taps out from the pain.

Finally, Carole just isn’t a fighter. Despite Carole’s flexibility, strength, and durability, she never learned how to fight, and so she can’t really put her powers to good use. Because she isn’t trained at all and because her flexibility makes her prone to injury, she very commonly hurts herself when she tries to fight.

Other:

Sample Post:

Optional

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@Horrid He seems fine, but I think he could use some more weaknesses... For example, perhaps keeping the portals going takes a ton of concentration, and if it's broken, they disappear.

@Maxx She accepted, yo.

@Partisan Hmmm... I think you should cut the healing other people thang. Because it seems a bit tacked on, and I think his powerset could do without it. Also, the "weaknesses" you listed are more in-line with limits. I mean, drawing energy always seemed like a limit to me - unless it takes an abnormal amount of energy. One weakness I can think of is that the evolution process is painful, and slows him down.

[Partisan]

yes massa

[Mixtape Ghost N]

yes massa

@Partisan

That is a good Partisenpai.

@Horrid And Jin is accepted.

[swich01]

With any luck nothing has gone horribly wrong!

Your character

Basic Information

Name:

Martin Kirkman

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Gender:

Male

Age:

Thirty Two

Height:

6’0

Weight:

171 lbs

Home District:

Currently Lower Union-Point Hills apartment on the top floor

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black streaked with grey.

Eye Color:

Grey

Ethnicity:

Caucasian

Physical Appearance:

Martin is a thin man bordering on lanky in stature. Though muscled he is far from an Adonis too thin to be particularly appealing in appearance. It’s clear from his build he’s fought to survive rather than by immediate choice.

His face could be described as hawkish if not for his nose. Clearly broken at some early point and badly set it is squashed with a septum bent to the right. A thin jaw accentuates a prominent chin in a less than flattering style. High cheek bones leave his cheeks slightly gaunt with a thin mouth and permanently furrowed brows.

The only feature Martin has any love for is his eyes. They appear to have an expression all of their own in defiance of his severe face. One of mirth that he likes to think shines out for the observant to see.

His posture is one of a practiced fighter in his environment, straight backed with slightly rolled back shoulders. Swaying slightly on his feet speaks less of ease and more of acceptance, a stance for rolling with the blows both real and metaphorical.

Attire:

A casual attitude is apparent from the combination of a colourful open shirts over a plain vest. It’s rare to see Martin in anything other than beat up jeans. After all his few pairs have been though it would be a shame to change. Walking boots make for a comfortable day on the feet. Add plenty breathability to help combat the Californian summer for good measure.

Some find the combination of laidback clothing and grim features comical but Martin sees no reason for dressing to impress these days.

On the job Martin cuts quite a different figure. A black jumpsuit followed by connected combat boots and gloves. The chest, thighs, groin, forearms and shins are girded with “plates”. A gorget of the same material obscures the neck. This kit bash is topped with a helmet comprised of a single piece.

Martin holds no particular loyalty to any one weapon but prefers Russian construction. At the end of the day no matter how fancy a gun is, if it doesn’t fire it is worthless.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Martin’s youth left him with considerable anger and a conscious desire to belong. When The Children of the Iron Cross were only too happy to take him into their arms they encouraged the anger and frustrations so common to young men in such situations. During his time with them he behaved as one would expect of an aspiring Child of the Iron Cross.

When Martin realised the almost cult like effect The Children of the Iron Cross were having on him his attitude change radically in a matter of weeks.

Polite and quiet Martin tends toward contemplative observation if no input is requested of him. Whilst those who like to hear themselves talk do so Martin must admit he enjoys the simple pastime of listening to others speak. The anecdotes of a person’s life can weave tapestries and even the simplest of tapestries can be admirable. Much of his newfound interests are a response to leaving the oppressive lifestyle of The Children behind.

Though aggression is well known to him, Martin firmly believes that a self respecting man should not allow it influence his decisions. He strives to separate emotion from even his work. Even when hunting the worst of criminals, anger benefits no one.

(I tend to prefer to make personality known through interaction, please excuse me if this seems a little light).

Hobbies/Interests:

Martin finds tending his rooftop greenhouse therapeutic and a valuable distraction from the day to day misfortune that seems to plague so many in this city. Perhaps this is a reaction to his inability to affect living matter. Being Incapable of cheating means he cannot correct mistakes later which lends a kind of weight to his actions.

Experimenting with his power is a constant source of interest to Martin. He often behaves like a child with a new toy when making new discoveries. Since this has also served as his main source of income he’s considered himself quite lucky in recent years.

Martin can be found sitting in cafes and public places when not working on his other interests. He finds just watching people go about their daily lives fascinating. As a bonus objective, Martin enjoys sampling the menus of the various cafes he visits. One day he hopes to find the perfect biscuit to go with Darjeeling tea.

He also considers it important to keep up with his personal fitness and the news. Much of this he does whilst practicing his power.

Skills/Talents:

Martin’s military skills are fairly excellent. He is capable of hitting a moving target at two hundred feet with a properly braced rifle. He is also proficient with pistols out too thirty feet. Above average driving skills regularly come in useful both in and out of the military. His mundane skills with explosives is highly developed.

Martin excels in hand to hand combat. Using a mixture of experience street brawling and unorthodox judo he is an adept grappler with outstanding skills in striking and evasion.

He has a good grounding in physics, particularly relating to the application of practical forces. This is however superseded by his high level of chemistry theory and practical experience.

Martin also displays patience when dealing with difficult individuals and limited but effective interpersonal skills. Not leadership material, he struggles to deal with problems outside his experience with anything other than lending an open ear.

Prized Possession:

A rooftop greenhouse he built bit by bit over a year till it stood two meters wide by eight long. The shutters took the longest but eventually Martin found enough discarded from run down businesses to cover the whole affair during high winds and storm.

A black Toyota Explorer subtly reinforced beyond their already supernatural resilience. [Can provide reference to the clearly whitchcraftian nature of the normal Toyota Explorer if required.]

His homemade battledress.

Quote(s):

Optional

History/Bio:

Martin’s home was never one of violence but certainly one of anger. Mom and Pop Kirckman weren’t exactly happily married. As a child Martin grew to resent his parents and so spent more and more time on the streets in Bazaar Riviera. It was here Martin first met the Children.

Quickly taken in by tales of brotherhood, at fourteen Martin found himself an aspiring member of The Children of the Iron Cross. So young perhaps it would be more accurate to call Martin a mascot but they taught him to fight, to drive, to shoot. After all before too long children become soldiers.

Martin’s parents did come looking for him. Though when they realised where he had been going and who he had been meeting they quickly backed off and being an angry young man Martin had no intentions of changing that.

At sixteen Martin was joining the Children’s “Street Patrols”. Even young and stupid he quickly realised he didn’t quite have the stomach for beating random people for no other reason than their background. This however didn’t mean he turned from violence. Martin found clashes with The Red Crowns exhilarating. Quickly the lack of desire to beat the defenceless was covered behind a faux disgust at the weak whilst relishing a true fight.

By the time he was eighteen he was a valued soldier with a record of “Great Bravery”. At least that’s what The Children call it when you don’t fall back just cause you’ve taken a couple swings of the bat.

As he got older however Martin started to have doubts. The sermons on purity and brotherhood of Aryans were seaming more and more contrived and foolish. Did beating people In the streets and worse really uphold any “family values”? Nor could he ignore the packages of money being passed from subordinate to superior. Feeling like he was seeing straight for the first time in his life Martin made plans to run.

Making trips to the recruiting office in secret was not difficult. As the process went on Martin requested transfer east. The recruiting officer looked Martin up and down and with a knowing nod stamped his papers. “Report to the barracks tomorrow at oh eight hundred sharp. You’ll be bussed out to Arizona. Hope you like sand, you’re gonna be seeing a whole lot of it.” How right he was, 2003 brought the second gulf war.

Basic seemed to fly by after the almost cult like ministrations of The Children of the Iron Cross. Martin unsurprisingly considering his background displayed swift advancement in combat drills. Unfortunately due to his childhood his formal education was lacking and many a night was spent pouring over text books. In an effort to bring himself up to speed he made full use of the educational support provided by the military.

On completion of training Martin shipped out to his first tour. In Iraq he continued his studies as best he could during operation Iraqi Freedom. The thirteen month tour had its intense moments but other than a couple of meta incidents went fairly well.

Upon shipping back to Arizona Martin undertook exams in English, Maths, Chemistry and Physics. Passing comfortably he requested transfer to receive EOD technical training. Considering the mounting need for willing specialists the army confirmed his request.

At Fort Lee Martin underwent the thirty nine week course required of an Explosive Ordinance Disposal Specialist. During his third tour in Iraq Martin was disarming an IED when he first noticed his power. After recovering from the surprise that lasted several intense minutes he realised he could perceive and manipulate the inner workings of the bomb. Slowly over the course of five minutes he was able to deactivate the detonator by mixing the accelerant with silica molecules from the sand.

Awakened to a whole new sense Martin spent much of his time experimenting with his power both utilizing and improving his knowledge of chemistry. Martin went out of his way to take the most dangerous jobs knowing his chance of being killed by a bomb had dropped exponentially. Alongside this he swiftly advanced his academic study of chemistry.

After his fourth tour Martin left the army to study the applications of his power full time. A process he named “Refinement” allowed him to recycle various types of waste or natural resources into basic molecules and atoms. These “Refined” resources could then be “Graded” to turn them into sheets of high quality aramids or metals or potentially anything. Graded materials could then be “Fabricated”. Aramids Fabricated into seamless jumpsuits or metals Fabricated into perfect machine casings.

Money became a small issue when he was able to meet near any requirement for high quality parts for any client. The only limiting factor was the speed by which he could work. Assuming the material was one he was familiar with only a few square feet of material could be produced a day. This put him at just over what the average middle class citizen could make a month for the same number of hours.

Of course Martin knew that metas were required to register with the government. However funnily enough he wasn’t enthralled by the idea of having a chip put in him. Luckily his power was discreet as long as he didn’t try selling large quantities of high quality material to the wrong people.

With so much time to himself using his power Martin could not quite shake the shame he felt at his behaviour before he joined the army. He felt he had a debt to pay. A debt of pain and suffering caused by him and his one time friends.

Martin spent several weeks producing the equipment he would need. Once complete, he set out. Martin Kirkman was returning home.

Relationships

Family:

Status of parents: Unknown.

Status of remaining Children of the Iron Cross Associates: Unknown.

Status of old adversaries: Unknown.

Abilities

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:

Small Scale Matter Manipulation or Fabrication for short

Fabrication can be split into two main components sensory and manipulation.

The sensory element allows Martin to perceive the structure of things within ten meters this extends down to their very atomic makeup. Whilst this perception has no concept of such things as colour or texture Martin is able to make educated guesses based on his knowledge of chemistry.

The manipulation element constitutes the separation, combination and movement of atoms, molecules and groups thereof. Martin has found that the use of this power allows for various shortcuts to the construction of high quality equipment.

For example when constructing machinery such as his semi-closed circuit breathing apparatus it is easiest to construct the casing as a single piece and work inward since no line of sight is required. This leads to extremely compact and strong construction.

The true strength of this power is the ability to produce extremely rare materials relatively easily.

Further exposition- If Martin takes one molecule of water he can split that down to two hydrogen and one oxygen atom. He can then use these however he wishes. Due to these being gasses he must maintain control of them or place them in an appropriate container if he wishes to prevent them just floating off into the atmosphere.

Martin cannot achieve anything without the prerequisite materials. He cannot produce iron from thin air. He could create good iron from rusty iron however by removing the Oxygen from Iron Oxide. This would be "Refining". He could then take the iron powder and form a sheet/ingot of iron the exact same mass as the total of the iron powder. This would be "Grading". Taking this iron ingot he could make nails or hinges or anything that required only as much iron as he has.

Martin cannot just improve a substance. He must obey the laws of chemistry. He could turn an iron ingot into steel by adding the prerequisite carbon atoms/granules though this would be massively less efficient than adding them to the iron powder.

The only law of physics that Martin's ability messes with is that bonds do not require the natural conditions to occur or break.

Producing Iron dust from iron oxide: Easy

Producing carbon from pencils: Relatively simple but time consuming.

Producing Graphene from pure carbon: Relatively simple but requires considerable quantities of carbon due to graphene's atomic structure.

Producing aramid fibers: Moderately complicated and requiring fairly large quantity of materials. Time consuming due to both moderate complexity of the chemical formula and atomic structure.

Synthesizing pharmaceuticals: Massively complicated and whilst possible it would be far more effective to produce high quality materials and trade or sell for the money to buy the pharmaceuticals.

Complexity here refers to the chemical formula of the target substance. Hence the folly of producing most pharmaceuticals.

Whilst Martin can do simple tasks with most of his attention elsewhere this is not possible with new or even moderately complex tasks.

Limits:

Living material appears as a void and cannot be manipulated at all. Interestingly objects such as pacemakers and surgical plates are fully visible within a person. What seperates these things from, for example iron in the blood stream is a mystery.

A considerable lack of range limits Martin to affecting or “seeing” only up to ten meters away.

To put it simply, speed. It takes several minutes of concentration to make basic changes to the makeup of an already existing object. Any outside interference with an object such as movement results in a great increase of difficulty in the task.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Martin seems to be further grounded in the trappings of mundane science than most. Effects that breach one or more laws of science will have exaggerated effect on Martin. Meta fire will be hotter and Meta kinetics will hit harder. Particularly outrageous flaunting of universal laws will produce an effect comparable to mental static, dulling the senses and leaving migraines in its wake.

Other:

Of particular note is the personal battledress produced as the pinnacle of his abilities.

The suit is one piece including boots and gloves. It un-straps at the back but if long-term use is required even this seam can be fused closed. The main material is a homemade aramid fibre termed E-27 painted with chemical sealant I-2. This layer is itself comparable in strength to currant high level ballistic plates capable of rebounding .30-06 rounds at a 30 degree angle. However such impacts will still tear flesh and break bones.

To combat this problem plates of E-27/S-4 are placed at strategic points on the body. These plates are made of several layers of E-27 impregnated with S-4. S-4 is a shear thickening fluid comprised of polyethylene glycol and graphene particles. Applied together these substances produce plates that bend easily for very high mobility but harden on impact by forming graphene hydroclusters. These plates are almost impossible to penetrate with conventional small arms. Death will occur in the wearer through kinetic impact long before the plate is ruptured.

The helmet attaches directly to the suit via hermetic clamps. It is comprised of two pieces. The face, skull and upper back of the head are covered by the main section whilst the back of the neck and lower back of the head are covered by a section permanently attached to the suit. The tinted visor is actually the same substance as the rest of the piece but with a different molecular structure to render it clear.

The suit’s interior environment is managed by a semi-closed cycle system similar to those used by divers and fire fighters. This keeps the suit from getting humid whilst also preventing the wearer from inhaling foreign substances. There is a small ten minute reservoir for zero oxygen environments. This is mounted on the lower back

The suit’s technological functions can be accessed via a control pad on the right forearm. There are also limited emergency controls mounted in the helmet. The suit also contains a short range radio and a graphene capacitor/battery to power itself. The power source is located in small pouches on the belt.

[Angel Eyes]

@Angel Eyes Hey man, stop stalking me.

@Partisan

You can thank your boyfriend Savato for that. LOL

Anyways, getting to work on my character sheet.

[Maxx]

@swich01 , I don't understand Martin's weakness, like, at all. Yet again, I have no power whatsoever in this rp.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@switch01, I don't understand Martin's weakness, like, at all. Yet again, I have no power whatsoever in this rp.

@Maxx

I think it's basically that he's weak against attacks from Metahumans.

[swich01]

MWUHAHAHAHAHAHA MY SECRET DEFENSE. POOR COMMUNICATION.

Long story short meta abilities hit Martin harder.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

MWUHAHAHAHAHAHA MY SECRET DEFENSE. POOR COMMUNICATION.

Long story short meta abilities hit Martin harder.

@swich01

You should probably clear that up in his sheet. Otherwise, he seems alright.

Make the edits, and he's accepted.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@Partisan Jun is fucking accepted.

And so help me God if you make another post in the character, I will attack.