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@DarkRecon, I enjoy how you integrated Booke a bit into your post :3

Are you in the group Discord, by the way?

Heroes of Azure City 🎫 Always Open

"John" Booke

Basic Information

Name
⦁ 'John' Booke

Vigilante Name
⦁ N/A

Age
⦁ 67

Species
⦁ Mutant

Gender
⦁ Male

Ethnicity
⦁ British

Nationality
⦁ British
⦁ American

Occupation
⦁ MSU Investigations Officer

Alignment
⦁ Neutral Good / Chaotic Good

Detailed Information

Appearance
⦁ Booke has well avoided the danger of frailty as he's aged. Standing at 6'2", and weighing 188 lbs, his liver spots and wrinkled skin belie his actual strength. He has made sure of this - due to the nature of his job. His hair is very much already grayed, and his eyes are a blue-gray tone that makes it seem as if he is in deep thought, in idleness - but those eyes can quickly change to a scrutinizing or angry mood.
When it comes to fashion, Booke prefers simple or discreet outfits - opting to don long-coats and Trilby-esque hats.

Personality
⦁ In Booke's younger years of the MSU, he was one cocky bastard. Since then, he has mellowed out with maturity - however, the confidence that came with that attitude has not fully left him. With age comes experience, and Booke knows this. A fine advantage over the common crooks of the modern day.
Booke generally tends to watch a situation before speaking or acting. He knows when to listen, and when to initiate. This applies to conversation, his job, and even combat.
Socially, Booke is more reserved than most, but also laid-back. With age he has developed multiple facets to his personality, being able to be very serious, as well as playful, or even competitive, in the right circumstances.

Origin
⦁ WIP

Notable Relations
⦁ Socially, None.
⦁ Offices and Personnel of the MSU

Resources
⦁ Sir Booke makes more money than the average citizen, and as such lives without financial worry.

Everyday Skills
⦁ Household Chores (Cooking, Cleaning, etc)
⦁ Swimming
⦁ Board games / Card games
⦁ Exercise
⦁ Subterfuge
⦁ A large array of other skills gained throughout his lengthy life, and his occupation.

Combat

Fighting Style
⦁ Booke is not even close to being the best fighter out there, but he is one of the most-fit of the elderly ones. His strength, and to a lesser extent his agility, are more befitting to someone in their forties, and this is a great asset to someone unbecoming of such traits. This is not because of any power or augmentation, but due to careful training and conditioning over the years and present, on Booke’s part. However, someone with a good build and younger physique will overpower him. He often is seen carrying a (uneeded) cane, which he will use to deliver swift, energy draining strikes to precise points in the body, such as the temple, jaw, or calf muscles.
He has a various toolbox of martial arts, due to his lengthy time in the MSU, but if he has to resort to true hand-to-hand, he opts to use techniques from several styles at once, making it difficult to read.

Strengths
⦁ Booke has an easy time fighting people he can keep at a distance and strike with his cane, or his power.
⦁ He also has a nasty surprise factor in both his power and physical ability - who expects an elderly man to rival their physique in any way?
⦁ Time in the MSU has enhanced his combat sense by a great degree.

Weaknesses
⦁ Booke, while he has the strength and agility of someone younger, can still tire. While he still has more stamina than the average seventy year old man, this is still a risk in prolonged fights.
⦁ He has little defense against someone who has more range than him, which isn't too hard to have.

Equipment
⦁ His ordinary cane.
⦁ Light, scale-plate Vambraces / Greaves

Power

Booke's power is a very odd, lyncanthrope-esque faculty. However, instead of a wolf, he has features of a Tasmanian Devil.

Strengths
⦁ This animal-attribute power gives Booke traits of a Tasmanian Devil, without the tell-tale signs one would normally receive from being a Lycanthrope; Howling, being especially hairy, loss of control, etc.
⦁ Booke's sense of smell is impressively more than that of a normal human's, and he has superior vision in dark environments. His reaction speed is also enhanced for someone of his age. His nails are also hardened and grow sharper than normal, and his canines grow sharp as well.
⦁ Additionally, he also has developed a system of tough, vein-ish vessels for use in conjunction with his ability to produce a easily-manipulated bodily fluid; this allows him to expel chemicals and other mixtures to around 3 yards. Moreover, being exposed to such odors for so long has desensitized him to pungent and harmful scents.

Weaknesses/Limitations
⦁ The animal-attribute power also provides Booke with an array of negatives as well.
⦁ His eyes are light-sensitive, so he appreciates shade, tinted glasses, and brimmed hats.
⦁ His physical attributes are not enhanced, unlike Lycanthropes.
⦁ Beyond changing the odor of his "special fluid", Booke has to take customized pills to imbue it with additional effects - which can require varying amounts of time to take effect.

Extra

⦁ Booke trims his nails so that they are not sharp.
⦁ Booke's canines are duller because of his age, but as we know from dogs, they are still quite dangerous - if they can even get close enough to hurt someone.
⦁ Booke trims his facial hair regularly, as his power makes it grow at an increased rate.
⦁ His pills can take anywhere from a couple seconds to half an hour to take effect, and the longer he waits, the more boosted the effect.

Origin/Bio are still work in progress :)
Also Personality section will be edited more.

Heroes of Azure City 🎫 Always Open

@Lotrix Molick It's safe to say we do :P

Azure City - Another Superhero RP.

@Shard Do you have a preferred style for Face-claims/pics? Do you want anime/anime-ish? Photo-realistic or similar? Or does it matter not to you?

Azure City - Another Superhero RP.

May potentially join this.

Royal Rumble!

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Aram could hear Rurik, albeit barely, from his position behind the stone pillar. It seemed he was making a plan to flush Aram out, from the sound of things. He'd have to come up with a plan fast.

It grew silent. And then... BOOM!

The big one looked like she had some of those missile-launcher thingamajigs-

Whoosh.. BOOM!

Those probably launch at a handsome speed-

Thud.. BOOM!

And I think the boy...is chunking pebbles? That's what I thought I spec'd out before Brutus went boom... those are gonna be much slower he thought, And if they're taking turns-

Whoosh.. BOOM!

-then I'll have to wait until pebble boy is the one guarding the sides...

Thud.. BOOM!

Here we go... he said inwardly as he changed his stance to a sprinting one.

Whoosh..

He took off full-speed, heading straight for the hall's doorway.

But unfortunately for Aram, the pillar he was hiding behind was the one Bak had been aiming for. Shit. The missile soared through the air to his left until it impacted behind him as he ran, the resulting explosion sending him into a semi-controlled tumble towards the entrance.

His tumble was short, leaving Aram in a half-lying, half-sitting position a few feet from the doorway. Wait-

The boy barely had enough time to raise an edge of his shield into the path of Rurik's pebble, the small object coating him and his shield in a blast of force then sent him rolling a couple more times.

He would be groaning if he could. He rolled his left shoulder and wrist this time - the explosion had jarred his arm a bit through the shield, which obviously wasn't comfortable. Not to mention than it had messed up his hair and sent his hat flying.

He stumbled to his feet as quickly as he could.

This is no fun...I can't even jeer at them because of this damned silence! he complained.

He turned towards the two Mephisto students, and held up his index finger in a "one moment" gesture, before turning towards his hat that was a few feet away.

He wobbly-walked over to it, and picked it up, before dusting it off, placing it on his head, and squaring it with his left hand.

He walked back to the spot he had ended up in after the tumble, and then faced the two again. He smiled. And sprinted to his right, out of their view.

But he stopped shortly after, hiding behind the doorway. Hopefully Rurik would follow suit.

(feel free to interrupt hat-retrieval)

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Campaign rules
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Starting lvl 3-4
Stat method: Point buy

Races: Standard Lineages, Exotic Lineages (NOT Harengon, Shadar-Kai, Eladrin, Locathah, or Tortle), Monstrous Lineages (NOT Centaur, or Minotaur), and Setting Specific races (Warforged, Loxodon, Simic Hybrid, Vedalken, Gif, Thri-keen, and Leonin ONLY)

Tracking: Rations, NOT ammo, NOT weight

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Dark Upon Dark

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The end of days may be upon us. Though we've persevered in the face of the end of days before -- we were lucky. We had a beacon of hope that we now no longer possess. Commander Guyant Kethlin - the stalwart leader and paragon-cleric of our order is long-gone -- a sacrifice made to keep the dark, seemingly all-powerful entity known as Driraanach at bay. But just at bay.. and only for a time.

Now, that time seems to be coming to an end. Unless we stop the forces of Driraanach's vassals - who, despite his imprisonment, seem to never stop growing - we will be conquered, and he will be freed. And the end of days will be upon us.

But for now, Driraanach is still imprisoned. Great chains cast upon him by Commander Guyant hold him in a deep pit of sanctity, beneath an unknown fortress within the Underdark. But the dark one's subjects possess many abilities, and through deception and espionage, they have unburied the location of their deity's entombment - and they have weakened the bonds that hold him. Though they are not quite strong enough to free their liege outright, it is only a matter of time before he amasses enough strength to free himself, now that his bindings are weakened.

It is our duty, as Keepers of Marr, to ensure that Driraanach remains imprisoned, and that his forces be culled as much as possible. Between footsoldiers, scribes, blacksmiths, and all in-between, all are recruited by the Keepers, and all make great influence in this war of attrition - this war to save all wars.

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We gonna keep the info area pretty short since I been chatting with you lot behind the scenes, but we're puttin' the jist of it here. Gonna include some important peeps bellow.

Commander Guyant Kethlin

Race: Half-Elf
Commander Guyant was the founder of the Keepers of Marr, and the greatest leader the order has known in its several hundred years of standing. He sacrificed his life to cast impossibly powerful bindings upon Driraanach, which sap his power and apportion it to the most power clerics amongst the Keepers - whom divvy it amongst the order further.

Commander Leyue Juskar

Race: Yuan-Ti
Commander Leyue is the most recent commander of the Keepers of Marr, and stands as a stalwart, if strict, leader to the order's army and military processes.

Knight Commander Buro Kuron

Race: Halfling
Knight Commander Buro Kuron stands as the right-hand to Commander Leyue, applying and spreading his orders, and aiding him in military matters. He presides over every Captain and Sub-Captain in the order, but still stands second to Commander Leyue.

The Great Clerical Circle

The Great Cleric Circle consists of twelve powerful clerics, who remain largely anonymous, for safety reasons. These clerics harness and divvy the power divined from Driraanach's chains amongst the order -- but not a single one of them shines light upon the prowess with which Commander Guyant once operated.

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Captain Huen Highrel

Race: Human
Captain Huen sits among many other Captains, but notably to you, conducts your company, amongst others. He is a gruff, reserved commander who displays nothing but duty and appreciation for his position.

Sub-Captain Welrock Wynn

Race: Human
Sub-Captain Welrock commands your sub-company, which consists of your squad and two others. He presides directly over ______ and acts as a half-way point between your squad and any higher communications. Notably, he possesses a rather bright disposition.

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Pallyx

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• Name: Pallyx Ellsyn
• Gender: Female (Biologically male)
• Age: 23
• Appearance:
  Pallyx is fairly petite at first glance, standing at just 5'4" and weighing around 125lbs. Her clavicle-length, phthalo-green hair is most often left to its own devices, as she doesn't care at all to style it, and frames her heart-shaped face loosely, often brushing in front of it or wherever it wants to go. Her equally-green, expressive eyebrows rest thin over her rose-ish-colored eyes, which are similarly quite expressive, unbeknownst to her. Aside from facial details, Pallyx possesses fair, clear skin and is just mostly unassuming in-all. She is pretty slim, and seems mostly soft in physique, but does have some definition to her muscles, most notably in her thighs and biceps.
• Personality:
  For someone who grew up in the aftereffects of the literal apocalypse, Pallyx is a pretty good-humored individual. She's a rather casual person, but in an odd contrast, seems to keep people at an arm's length - never really allowing anyone to get close to her, but remaining no-less amicable. She usually gives off a partly carefree air, and seems pretty buoyant overall - often one to make fun of a situation first among her peers. She is known for possessing a sharp tongue, and a penchant for back-talking.
  
  She is not entirely one-dimensionally joyous, however. Though she may seem carefree, she is a capable thinker by nature. Her eyes can often be caught scanning things that a person otherwise blithe as herself wouldn't find of any interest - which can be hard for her to hide, considering their expressive nature. While she is fun-loving in the presence of others, she doesn't really have.. friends. Nobody has managed to acquire an understanding of her person past just the surface - something that she has managed purposefully, but also regrets, sometimes.
  
  All-in-all, Pallyx is clever, watchful, and overall just quick-witted. It's hard to catch her off-guard and keep her there.
• Dream:
  
  The Prison
  Pallyx's dream is, in culmination, a prison. An ethereal, ever-shifting and ever-growing prison which one could only imagine the contents of. In general, The Prison is rather.. safe.. you could say - at least in comparison to other dreams. While the inmates within The Prison consist of some of the most heinous people, creatures, and.. things.. one could imagine, the saving grace of it all is that Pallyx stands before The Prison as The Warden, and not a prisoner. Being the warden of such a place is a stressful, secluded endeavor with which she can share the burden no-one. But, it does have some quirks to it -- occasionally.
  
  As The Warden, Pallyx is able to 'detain' dream-borne phenomena in a stasis on which she must focus. This stasis does know some limits, but is rather strong - making her able to detain most phenomena, at least for some time. Though the aforementioned usage is the most important, there are other applications of this detainment. With enough willpower and effort, Pallyx can manage to detain Dreamers with her abilities, or even shunt dream-things into the prison itself, but these are far more taxing endeavors, and the former cannot be imposed for very long at all.
  
  There are more side effects to Pallyx's position as The Warden. That being, her exposure to some inmates. Although The Prison is maximum security, inmates do manage to slip through the cracks, meaning Pallyx is occasionally visited by inmates, who can remain with her for anywhere from a few hours to a few days - and can appear at the most random times, whether they be good or bad. Luckily, a few prisoners in particular possesses the most influence over these visits, and they are rather benevolent - but the danger is ever-so there, nonetheless.
  
  Below are the profiles of the inmates who have visited Pallyx so far.
  
  Visitors

  Rennfield

  Rennfield
  "Y'know, I used to think it was weird to make-nice with the inmates, but.. they've shown me that, really, they're.. just like me. Just as human - I don't care if it makes sense, that's just how it is. And Rennfield has really shown me that. He's saved my ass more times than I can count, and he's.. I guess you could say the closest thing to a parental figure I've ever known. But he's my friend, too! He's nowhere old enough to be a parent of mine. Anyway, he's a chill dude, and fun to talk to. He's got this dope ethereal, mysteriousness goin' on that's pretty cool. And, I've never been able to place it, but.. there's also something so.. captivating about them.. I-I- mean- they're weird-lookin', alright?!"
  
  Rennfield was the first inmate to visit Pallyx and, alongside Brody, holds the most control over the visits.
  Rennfield possesses an innate ability to alter his body into inky-black shapes of his desire, and can harden these shapes into weapons or armor.

  
  

  Brody

  Brody
  "Brody and I are kindred spirits. We both like fun, violence, and great jokes! He's kinda like the brother I never had! And he's got this sick accent - but don't tell him I said that. He's great at party tricks, too!"
  
  Pallyx has known Brody the second-longest after Rennfield. He shares most of the visitation-control with Rennfield as well.
  Brody is capable of launching beams of raw energy from his digits that grow more potent the further they travel, and he is an exceptional marksman with them.

  
  

  Allo

  Allo
  "Allo is.. well, to put it nicely, a bit of a freak. She, um, well- she's apparently my identical twin I never had. And she's completely bipolar. Like, supernaturally so - she's like a different person every time she visits me. Now, the joyous version is kinda infectious, that one's fun - but some of the others, well.. there's anger, which is pretty destructive. And then there's.. well, I'm sure you'll see when she comes. Or hopefully not.."
  
  Allo seemingly possesses no special abilities.

  
  

  Meph

  Meph
  "Meph is an asshole. And I mean that in the most sincere way possible. He's dangerous. In my experience, he's just plain evil - I swear. He don't feel remorse for hurtin' nobody, and goes out of his way to do it! He even hurts me, the bastard! He won't kill me, of course, 'cause he needs me to live, but he's shown he doesn't care 'bout anybody. And he can't be negotiated with - trust me, I've tried. If he shows up, I gotta try my best to shunt him away, or anyone nearby is in danger."
  
  Meph is capable of conjuring flames, and small-to-medium-sized explosions.

  
  

  Others

  "There've been other inmates who've visited me - but not many were humans like those I mentioned before. The ones I didn't already talk about were.. monsters and beasts. Luckily, I've managed to avoid getting hurt too bad when they do come around, and fortunately I can shunt away the ones that aren't too strong - but my own summons are harder to disperse than other dreamers' - at least for me. I've managed to come out on top so far, but my luck will run out, sooner or later.."
• Bio:
  Being born into a world razed by misfortune and cataclysm, raised by the rough equivalent of what would be a foster parent, Pallyx is probably one of the more fortunate, if wayward, souls in the galaxy. She grew up in relative safety with her foster 'mother' amidst one of The Nova Republic's smaller cities. Her mother was a rather aloof, uncaring woman who rarely gave Pallyx the time of day. She managed only to feed and shelter her, and little more. Which, naturally, led Pallyx to grow interested in things further and further away from the unnurturing woman.
  
  It was early in her life that she began to acquire knowledge of the ways of the world and how to survive the elements and the dangers of the planet around her. Similarly disadvantaged youths were quick to provide aide to their fellow socially-impoverished adolescents. By her early teen years, she had grown to become a pretty skilled thief, scrapper, and evader-of-law-enforcement. Some would say she had become quite the miscreant.
  
  But, the ways of a childish outlaw weren't all there was to the world, and Pallyx knew that, one way or another. She was often one to explore the outskirts of civilization and maybe wonder a bit too far for her own good. It was during one of these dinky little adventures that Pallyx would make a mistake that would change her life forever.
  
  While out exploring, she discovered an opportunity to steal from a traveling merchant. And the thing she stole was something she had never discovered before. A.. shard. What happened next, well.. you know.
  
  After being infected by whatever it was that she had stolen, she was terrified to return to what home she had. She was young enough to be a fool enough to touch such a shard, but old enough to know that Dreamers were feared. Ousted. And by some, hunted. And so, she ran. She didn't really know where, but she did. After gathering what she could to try and keep herself alive, she fled from the only city she had ever known and put what skills she had learned to use, barely keeping herself alive.
  
  And she continued skirting by for years, alone, on the outskirts of civilization. As time went on, though, she grew bolder as a person. She would "infiltrate" cities or towns and hide amongst the citizens as a normal person. After all, nobody could possibly know she was a dreamer, right? This growth worked in her favor - as it turned out, being able to work with others was a good way of keeping oneself alive. She started to do various oddjobs and participate in mercenary-esque work. Stealing and fighting for hire. And, eventually, she discovered a particular line of work that was one of the most lucrative and adventurous of the bunch - shardhunting.
  
  Shardhunters could be of.. dubious ethical cleanliness, but Pallyx was among the more benevolent - or at least she assumed she was. She mainly made her work going after dreamers who had become a problem for cities, towns, whathaveyou - though occasionally she did hunt shardbearers of just dubious morality. She did sometimes feel bad about her work, but.. there were far less humane ways of making a living in a post-apocalyptic Earth. And of course, she had to do all this alone - as her main method for defeating fellow dreamers were her own dream-powers, and she didn't exactly trust anyone.
  
  Over the years, she has grown accustomed to her dream, and some of the quirks with which it comes. Though, with its nature and how it's more than capable of killing her, she can never really get used to it, fully. But, in a world like this, who can really afford to grow comfortable?