[OOC] The Mavericks | Neo-Genesis

[Lord Wraith]

I'm going to have to go back and read through my sheet so I won't forget anything.

There was no shade in that, I promise.

@Heathen

'Stein is reviewing the sheets. Dang it'll get read. '

[Dead Cruiser]

So today I shipped off my desktop to my new base without realizing that's where I had my WIP CS draft saved.

I'll doubtfully be able to get that work back with my current schedule before the deadline, so I'll bow out now.

Maybe next time, folks.

[Hillan]

@Hillan I just don't care about you is all.

Honestly, I see Wraith active more often in these games so I naturally think about tagging him. And Stein was just added to this so I didn't think to tag them either. Nothing against you. But if it makes you feel better.

@Hillan@Hillan@Hillan@Hillan@Hillan

@FantasyChic

That's just lies. I've got a magnetic personality, it's impossible to not like me.

I mean, I am out of town till Monday, but I try to check onto the guild once or twice every hour, anyway, so I'll see mostly anything that goes on here.

Unless I'm asleep. Or dead.

[Hillan]

So today I shipped off my desktop to my new base without realizing that's where I had my WIP CS draft saved.

I'll doubtfully be able to get that work back with my current schedule before the deadline, so I'll bow out now.

Maybe next time, folks.

@Dead Cruiser

Man, everytime, I hate it when that happens.

[FantasyChic]

<Snipped quote by FantasyChic>

That's just lies. I've got a magnetic personality, it's impossible to not like me.

I mean, I am out of town till Monday, but I try to check onto the guild once or twice every hour, anyway, so I'll see mostly anything that goes on here.

Unless I'm asleep. Or dead.

@Hillan

Don't get my hopes up. My dreams have been dashed before

[Hillan]

<Snipped quote by Hillan>

Don't get my hopes up. My dreams have been dashed before

@FantasyChic

You know what they say, right?

"Rather crushed dreams than crushed windpipe"

[Nemaisare]

<Snipped quote by FantasyChic>

You know what they say, right?

"Rather crushed dreams than crushed windpipe"

@Hillan

That seems like a far more practical 'they' than I've usually encountered...

So today I shipped off my desktop to my new base without realizing that's where I had my WIP CS draft saved.

I'll doubtfully be able to get that work back with my current schedule before the deadline, so I'll bow out now.

Maybe next time, folks.

@Dead Cruiser

That sucks. Maybe you'll be able to hop in later.

[Natty]

Thought i'd ask, what's the nearest university/college to/in Larissa? I saw mention of the Grimm University of Nature and Science in the OP so is that the only one?

_{Also the Districts title in the post is written at Distrcits}

[knighthawk]

So today I shipped off my desktop to my new base without realizing that's where I had my WIP CS draft saved.

I'll doubtfully be able to get that work back with my current schedule before the deadline, so I'll bow out now.

Maybe next time, folks.

@Dead Cruiser

Don't get discouraged, keep hope.

[Nemaisare]

@SteinI sincerely enjoy Miles' nickname of Milaminute. I don't even know why I like it so much, it just... It's there, and it's entertaining. It's great.

Also, this thing has been haunting me since my friend showed it to me.

Warning of cuteness

[FantasyChic]

@Nemaisare OMG ITS SO CUTE I WANNA PET IT AWWWWWWWWW

[Stein]

Oh hey gurls,

I'm here. Bringing the sass class, and ass. I feel like I inspire a low simmering of fear.

Anyway, I guess I'll do some GM stuff real quick.

I'll be giving reviews on your characters tomorrow as planned!

XoXo ~ Stein

[FantasyChic]

@Stein This is definitely not me buttering you up for a quick and clear pass on my Character Sheet, but your class, sass, and ass are all in pique condition this fine day!

[Natty]

Tendril

| NAME(S): |

Amir Hosseini​

| NICKNAME(S): |

​

| ALIAS(ES): |

Tendril​

| D.O.B.: |

03/15/1993

| AGE: |

23

| SEX: |

Male​

| SEXUALITY: |

Homosexual

| APPEARANCE: |

Standing at 6”1, Amir has a lean yet muscular figure. Atop his head is a mass of curled charcoal hair, usually propped up with varying amounts of wax depending on the situation. His chin is warmed by the rugged stubble of a beard, complimenting his nougat coloured skin nicely. His eyes a beautiful brown. Amir can always be found wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, usually ones styled with ripped knees. He dresses casually, often sporting a simple t-shirt along with an unbuttoned shirt, the sleeves always rolled up to his elbows.

| ABILITIES/SKILLS: |

Due to unfortunate circumstances, Amir has found himself possessed by a piece of the otherworldly spirit of the Dark Lord Cthulhu. Fortunately Amir is able to remain in control of the being within him, allowing him to manipulate the abilities this possession has magically imbued him with.

This mostly comes in the form of being able to generate tentacle-like appendages from his body. Dark purple in colour, Amir is able to control their movement and growth, using them as additional limbs or simply as weapons.
What’s more is that with deep concentration, Amir is able to enforce a state of madness to anyone his tentacles are touching, causing them to hallucinate their deepest fears and worries. As said before, this can only be done through deep concentration, with the action also causing Amir to tire out after performing this ability. As such, the first time Amir used this, he found himself unconscious for the next couple of days.

In time, Amir has the potential to cause these hallucinations without having to use his tentacles, with a simple glance at an individual being enough to cause them to turn to insanity. Although such an action would take a lot out of Amir, as well as risking his own mind being overridden by Cthulhu.

| BACKSTORY: |

Born in Lebanon, Amir spent the first couple years of his life in the country before his family moved to America, a result of their increasing poverty since the Lebanese Civil War. Here they flourished, despite the racism that came their way, building a good life for themselves in the state of New Hampshire. High school went as well as it could for someone of Amir’s ethnicity, especially after the 9/11 attacks. Such bullying actually made Amir stronger, causing to stand up and fight for the little guy whenever he could. Amir pushed himself forward, coming to turns with his sexuality, as well as gaining good grades, to the delight of his parents.

When it came to picking a college and looking towards the future, Amir set his eyes on Larissa. He had heard much about the city, having grown a small childhood obsession with the Mavericks several years prior, as well as having spent several weekends there with his friends and a fake ID. After getting a decent score in the SATs, he soon found himself enrolled within Grimm University of Nature and Sciences.

He spent a lot of his nights out clubbing, his fake ID becoming a good friend of his, the Milk District his new home away from home. It was during this time that Amir found himself working part time as a bartender at a local bar; Lilith, not to be confused with the city’s neighbouring district of the same name. It was here that Amir met Oli. The two fell for each other fast and before long Oli had even moved into his dorm room. However despite his newfound happiness, Amir felt like something was wrong. Oli kept making excuses. Backing out of dates because “something came up”. The pure thought that he might have had another man caused a great amount of stress to Amir, who as a result became slightly distant too.

Finally Amir had had enough. After another one of Oli’s unbelievable excuses and exits, Amir followed him. Too his confusion he found himself at an old abandoned church located within the Lower East Side. The sight inside confused him even more. Hooded figures, candles and ominous music, the place screamed danger. The fact that they were reading from an old tome, as well as the creepy looking banners they had up, led Amir to the conclusion that they were part of some kind of crazy cult. He watched from the window as Oli was seemingly brought up to the front of the group, where a cultist holding a knife was stood next to some kind of makeshift altar. Believing that they were meaning to sacrifice Oli, Amir burst into the room in an attempt at helping his boyfriend. Unfortunately he was too late to stop the sacrifice, with the cultist stabbing Oli through the heart.

Amir had no idea what happened next, his mind filling with disastrous and painful images. He felt an immense pain all over his body. He came to his senses a few minutes later, screaming. He wasn’t the only one though. Around him, the cultists whimpered and whined in agony. Some were on the floor in tears, others tearing at their face with their hands. That wasn’t the strangest thing though. Amir found that it was somehow him that was doing this, with a series of dark purple tentacles having emerged from his body, wrapping themselves around them all.

In time Amir would learn to discover what had happened to his body. The explanation came through his nightmares. Through the dark voices in his head. It was a demonic cosmic entity. The Dark Lord; Cthulhu. He spoke to Amir. Tried to manipulate the student. Part of him had bonded to Amir, possessing him to an extent. It had been that damned ritual. Luckily however the human side of Amir had taken control, blocking out Cthulhu’s control of his body.

Knowing that Cthulhu was now fighting for control within him, Amir decided that he had to do something to stop him from succumbing to the darkness. He had to do something good.

| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: |

Amir's primary motive is essentially to fight back against the piece of Chuthulu within him, not wishing to succumb to the darkness that the being typically brings to its hosts. As such, he strives to help people and to do the right thing, which incidentally is the exact thing that got him into this situation in the first place.

| SUPPORTING CAST: |

Cthulhu: The Dark Lord himself, part of his Royal Tentacleness resides within Amir, fighting to take control. He often speaks to Amir through his dreams or just as a voice in his head, trying to convince him to embrace his abilities and the madness that they would bring.

Brooke Felstead: Amir’s roommate, the two are great friends, regularly going out clubbing together. While she is unaware of Cthulhu, she has noticed a darkness growing with Amir.

Isam and Bahira Housseini: Amir’s parents. While not strictly the biggest fans of Amir’s lifestyle due to their religious background, love their son dearly. They regularly phone in order to catch up with him, although are fully unaware of what had happened to him.

| REFERENCE POST(S): |

The New Frontier: Introducing Ant-Man
All-Star Marvel: Iceman does something amazing
All-Star Marvel: Boomerang fights some people

| NOTES: |

Kablamo

This is a Character Driven RP, and as such you are encouraged and expected to take charge of your character's sub-plots and storylines. This is a favourite rule of mine, and that said, there will be a heavy emphasis on collaborative activities and team building as well. The GMs will be leading the RP in the traditional sense with a driving plot and will ensure the RP keeps moving however we do want to see you develop your characters and produce your own plots. However we don't want to see you lock your character out of interaction and focus solely on your character and their 'world'. No one enjoys watching you play with yourself, it's always better to let someone else join in on the fun.

@Natty

Think I'm done! Hope this isn't too late!

[Lord Wraith]

Thought i'd ask, what's the nearest university/college to/in Larissa? I saw mention of the Grimm University of Nature and Science in the OP so is that the only one?

_{Also the Districts title in the post is written at Distrcits}

@Natty

Grimm has two campuses in the city. The primary campus is located in South Beach while the secondary and newer campus is in New Alexandria. It wasn't made very clear in the OP so I apologize for that. There's also a few unnamed trade schools and at least one community college in the city.

[Dirge]

Eric

Eric Rockwell

| NAME(S): |

Eric Rockwell

| NICKNAME(S): |

None

| ALIAS(ES): |

Rhizome

| D.O.B.: |

July 10th 1993

| AGE: |

22

| SEX: |

Male

| SEXUALITY: |

Hetero

| APPEARANCE: |

Without his mother to keep him stuffed with three meals a day, Eric lost a substantial amount of weight when he went to college. "You look like a ghost!" she said when he came home for winter break during his freshman year. Now, towards the end of his education, he has evened out a bit, gaining some of the weight back. At his height, most would still describe him as gaunt at 6'2" and 135 pounds. His bright green eyes are the most striking thing about his appearance, and other than that he's relatively plain. Long wavy dark hair is usually pushed behind his ears or pulled into a ponytail. His angular face is always covered in overgrown scruff. As far as a fashion sense goes, he's unaware that one of those is necessary. His usual outfit is an ill-fitting t-shirt and worn pair of corduroy pants.

| ABILITIES/SKILLS: |

Root manipulation
Eric has the ability to create roots and rhizome networks that he can control willfully. Theoretically, he can will the roots into any shape or thickness he wants. As of now, these powers are fairly limited. This requires him to be physically touching the substrate that he is creating the roots through. This means that he must be barefoot or have his hands on the ground to create roots that grow through the ground. The roots grow very quickly, but once he is severed from the root, he can no longer control it. On the other hand, he can manipulate previously occurring roots and root systems to create larger root webs more quickly as well.

(I could add some prospects for future upgrades if you want, as I have loads of ideas)

| BACKSTORY: |

Born an only child to an average mother and father in the suburbs of a city in western New York, Eric Rockwell was a nobody all his life. Not an outcast, people didn't dislike him, just a nobody. As he drifted through his youth with no close friends, naturally he fell into hobbies like comic books and video games. He was never unhappy, always content to spend his time alone. Being alone gave him more time to think about things, which he liked. He liked to ponder difficult questions, whether it was in philosophy, math, or anything else. He was even working on one of the Millennium problems, but he didn't get very far as he wasn't classically trained in the field of math that the question dealt in. School came as second nature to him and he enjoyed learning, so his GPA never wavered from a 4.0. When it came time to decide what route to take for a college education, he decided he wanted to go into a challenging field. Eric's father Chuck worked in a nursing home and hadn't taken the more complicated subjects in school seriously. "Well it sounds very interesting buddy," he had mumbled over the morning paper when Eric told him that he wanted to be a biotech major. His mother Martha was more enthusiastic.

Eric had always been intrigued by the stories that his father used to tell him about the Mavericks, and still couldn't believe that they had been so close to where he lived in the northeast. There had just been a new campus added to the Grimm University of Nature and Science, and they had a state of the art biotech lab as well as a great program with some pioneers in the field teaching classes. He thought it might just be exciting to be near to the place that the Mavericks had actually called home. Maybe they would even come back one day and he'd get to see them in action. Eric's parents weren't thrilled about his choice; they had been following the steady rise in crime in Larissa and found it terribly sad. Eric assured them that he'd be well out of danger in New Alexandria, and added that a full ride to a university like this was not to be passed up.

The fields of science that Eric studied during his undergraduate years excited him to no end. He let his work envelop him, and he pored over books of all kinds in the school library. There were nights that Eric would read a book on a topic that he had discovered that day, and fall asleep with his face in the pages, only to be woken by students arriving early in the morning. He went to his professors' office hours to talk to them about recent events in contemporary science. He had developed an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Naturally, his grades never wavered, but his health faltered slightly. He forgot to eat sometimes, and realized that that was unhealthy, but quickly got caught up in the next molecular biology research paper and forgot again. On his first visit home, Eric was noticeably skinnier, and his parents had a talk with him. His mother started calling each week and checking on him, which didn't bother Eric. Plus he ended up discovering a café that he had never noticed on campus before that had great buffalo chicken wraps.

In the spring of junior year, Eric landed a position working in the tissue culture lab with his genetics professor, Guy Dupont. Most of the work was menial, but he found experimental biology interesting, and his professor moved him to a more assistant-like position fairly quickly. Eric worked in the lab, helping his professor on his research, and surprisingly landed some grant money to do his own research in his senior year. "Start small, but be creative. And do not overshoot your objective, that is a common mistake of young researchers like you," Guy told him in his uneven french accent. Eric was sure his professor was right, but wanted to do something amazing. He decided to hold off until his graduate research for that though.

Having a paper already pending publication and a GPA of 4.0, Eric was obviously accepted into the graduate program at Grimm. He continued working in the tissue culture lab with Guy, but wanted to take a more experimental route with his thesis research. He had been reading about cancer treatment research when the idea began to take form. Guy had talked in his sophomore Genetics I class about GMOs and the struggle with the worldwide hunger crisis. If he could create a totipotent plant cell that would grow uncontrollably, it was possible that he could make a significant dent in worldwide hunger...

The idea that Eric would be helping people with his research motivated him greatly. Over the course of the next year, he spent all of his time labs around campus. He sequenced numerous genomes, ran PCRs to try to find a gene that he could use, but ended up piecing a gene together by hand. He spliced the gene into his totipotent corn embryo cell, and placed it in the gel he synthesized that held all the necessary nutrients for the plant. Reluctantly, he went back to his dorm, knowing that it would do his nerves well to get some rest.

Rest hadn't done much for his nerves. The next day, Eric woke early and nearly ran to the lab, viciously gnawing at his cuticles all the way. Twenty-four hours should have been enough to see noticeable growth if it worked correctly. When he got to the lab, Eric rushed to the sterile hood he had placed the sample under, and noticed something not necessarily plant-looking in the gel. He grabbed the petri dish without thinking, his index finger finding the almost gelatinous looking green substance had run over the side of the dish. As Eric felt the sting of the goo running over his open cuticles, he realized he hadn't put gloves on. He rinsed his fingers off and stretched a pair of clear latex gloves over his hand before taking a swab of the goo and putting it under a high-powered electron microscope. It was just cells. Just a mass of identical totipotent corn embryo cells. The cells hadn't differentiated the way he wanted, but this was a start. To get this much growth in one night was astounding. He wanted to continue his work in the lab, but realized he had an exam later that day, so he replaced the sample under the hood in a larger beaker. After the exam, Eric retired to his dorm, content to let the cells grow another night before starting the next phase of experiments and problem solving.

The next morning, Eric woke to a power outage. Worried that something may have happened to his sample, he hastened to the lab yet again. When he checked under the hood, his sample was still there, but it had changed. The mass of green cell goo was replaced with a tangled web of roots...

| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: |

Eric wants to help solve world hunger with his research. He sees this as just the first conquest in his scientific career with many more to come.

| SUPPORTING CAST: |

Parents: Martha and Chuck Rockwell
Genetics Professor and Mentor: Guy Dupont

| REFERENCE POST(S): |

roleplayerguild.com/posts/2201951

| NOTES: |

Kind of left the backstory hanging on a place that's easy to pick up from.

Okay it's last second, but I finally got some time last night/this morning to finish this.

[Nemaisare]

Shiny happy people~

Edit: Excepting possibly Kalvin, I think he's not so happy. Maybe Amir, too. Saaaad people!

[Hillan]

Shiny happy people~

Edit: Excepting possibly Kalvin, I think he's not so happy. Maybe Amir, too. Saaaad people!

@Nemaisare

Loving embrace of a.. sort of decent woman, and a cold beer will turn his frown upside down!

[FantasyChic]

Pretty sure my character isn't all that happy either.

[Nemaisare]

Omg, sad people everywhere! *flails and runs away*