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Psionic time wizard with a laser gun
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I like me some sci-fi/fantasy, and am unfortunately not the wordiest when it comes to IC.
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He shook Vince's outstretched hand. "I don't see why not. Lemme go get my guitar."
"I'm Daniel," he replied. "I don't know why your master thinks you need powerful friends. That's a bit odd."
Yeah, I'm gonna get a post up. Sorry.
Just got some internet again, after the better part of a week. New site stuff is pretty cool. It appears to be, in essence, the same system that Reddit uses, with a couple additions and removals, so that's nice for me, at least.
As he was sitting down to resume playing, he heard someone call out to him. Looking to where the voice came from, he saw a jittery kid with fox ears call to him. He set his guitar down and walked over. "Hey. What's this about me being a candidate?"
Daniel walked into the cafeteria only to find it empty, except for a couple stragglers who were frantically headed out. “Aw. I missed lunch, really? Whatever,” he muttered to himself. Luckily, he'd bought some snacks for the taxi ride, which was shorter than he'd expected it to be, thanks to the driver being a bit... enthusiastic with his driving. He didn't know if it was against company rules to tune up your cab, but he was pretty sure that guy had, regardless.
He picked up his guitar case and walked out the door the last few people had, stepping into a courtyard with a few plastic dummies that a couple of kids were already terrorizing. Honestly, he was surprised they'd lasted more than a second, since the powers being used should be able to take most people down easily. Looking around, he found a tree. It was a nice one, definitely big enough to shade several people. He sat down and unlatched his guitar case, and almost pulled out the miniature amp he kept in it before leaving it. He could amp it with his own power, after all. It wouldn't look out of place somewhere were everyone was nigh on magical.
Leaning against the tree, he debated what to play. Eventually, he strummed a C, and began playing Hey There Delilah. He managed a good few listeners, though not as much as he normally would've- there were superpowers being used, after all- and someone even threw him a dollar, which he didn't think would do him much good here. “Hey punk,” someone shouted. “Your power the ability to learn the lamest song you can find?” Daniel went back to playing, not even looking to where the voice came from, but the guy persisted. “Hey, I'm talkin' to you, kid. What's your problem?” Daniel stopped playing and stared him in the eye. “Shut up. Or do you want me to hurt you?” The kid cackled. “A little punk like you, hurt me? Maybe if I laugh myself to death.” Daniel didn't respond. Instead, he racked his mind for the right song. There. He amped a bit louder, and added an overdrive for good measure, then he played, fingers flying on the upper frets. Once the kid was visibly in pain, he played a final note, holding it. “Sound manipulation. You got an earful of Through the Fire and the Flames about twice as loud as if you heard it live. Standing right next to the speaker. Now screw off.” Daniel sat back down and started playing another song, not even checking is the kid was okay. Not like he deserved it, anyway.
He picked up his guitar case and walked out the door the last few people had, stepping into a courtyard with a few plastic dummies that a couple of kids were already terrorizing. Honestly, he was surprised they'd lasted more than a second, since the powers being used should be able to take most people down easily. Looking around, he found a tree. It was a nice one, definitely big enough to shade several people. He sat down and unlatched his guitar case, and almost pulled out the miniature amp he kept in it before leaving it. He could amp it with his own power, after all. It wouldn't look out of place somewhere were everyone was nigh on magical.
Leaning against the tree, he debated what to play. Eventually, he strummed a C, and began playing Hey There Delilah. He managed a good few listeners, though not as much as he normally would've- there were superpowers being used, after all- and someone even threw him a dollar, which he didn't think would do him much good here. “Hey punk,” someone shouted. “Your power the ability to learn the lamest song you can find?” Daniel went back to playing, not even looking to where the voice came from, but the guy persisted. “Hey, I'm talkin' to you, kid. What's your problem?” Daniel stopped playing and stared him in the eye. “Shut up. Or do you want me to hurt you?” The kid cackled. “A little punk like you, hurt me? Maybe if I laugh myself to death.” Daniel didn't respond. Instead, he racked his mind for the right song. There. He amped a bit louder, and added an overdrive for good measure, then he played, fingers flying on the upper frets. Once the kid was visibly in pain, he played a final note, holding it. “Sound manipulation. You got an earful of Through the Fire and the Flames about twice as loud as if you heard it live. Standing right next to the speaker. Now screw off.” Daniel sat back down and started playing another song, not even checking is the kid was okay. Not like he deserved it, anyway.
You guys okay?
I got an overdrive pedal and the 5e DMG/PHB. And chocolate. The chocolate's pretty good.
Daniel Fedin
14 years old.
Daniel looks a little old for his age, which- along with some decent clothes- keeps anyone from questioning whether he has a home. He has brown hair, about down to his earlobes, and green eyes.
Daniel's power is sound manipulation. This can manifest itself in every way from amplification to pitch alteration, but he tends to make use of it in other ways in combat. He uses instruments, primarily an electric guitar, to use these powers in battle. He theoretically could do it using any noise, but the instrument acts as a focus, as (similar to most supernatural abilities in fiction) he can't use them without a clear mind, and a battle is a hell of a place to achieve concentration. Chord types correspond to their effects; a minor chord, for example, is a malevolent effect, while something like a D7 would have a more neutral effect, and an F chord would be benevolent.
As for his life, he's an orphan. No one really ever figures it out, since he gets a decent amount of cash from playing on street corners, and occasionally getting a legitimate gig in a bar or something. Still, you can't live on the street for your entire teenage life without the government eventually finding out, so he's taken the Academy as his home.
And I think that should be it.
14 years old.
Daniel looks a little old for his age, which- along with some decent clothes- keeps anyone from questioning whether he has a home. He has brown hair, about down to his earlobes, and green eyes.
Daniel's power is sound manipulation. This can manifest itself in every way from amplification to pitch alteration, but he tends to make use of it in other ways in combat. He uses instruments, primarily an electric guitar, to use these powers in battle. He theoretically could do it using any noise, but the instrument acts as a focus, as (similar to most supernatural abilities in fiction) he can't use them without a clear mind, and a battle is a hell of a place to achieve concentration. Chord types correspond to their effects; a minor chord, for example, is a malevolent effect, while something like a D7 would have a more neutral effect, and an F chord would be benevolent.
As for his life, he's an orphan. No one really ever figures it out, since he gets a decent amount of cash from playing on street corners, and occasionally getting a legitimate gig in a bar or something. Still, you can't live on the street for your entire teenage life without the government eventually finding out, so he's taken the Academy as his home.
And I think that should be it.
Wonderful! I shall draw up a sheet soon, but since I saw this post less than five minutes ago, I'll need a sec.
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