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《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

Wiseman

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WISEMAN

"There's more than one way to be a superhero. When you come to terms with that, you'll be glad I'm right."

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[ NAME ]
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[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Wiseman

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
Austin Barrow, Scarface, Barry, Patchy the Pirate

[ AGE ]
21

[ GENDER ]
Male, He/Him

[ AFFILIATION ]
HERO, Full time

[ APPEARANCE ]
A somewhat scruffy guy who barely passes as a professional sometimes, Austin stands at a not-so-staggering 5'7", weighs around 180lbs, and has a mess of hair he always says he'll do something about. He often prefers muted colors and clothes that are comfortable over formal or practical when off the job. The most notable thing about Austin's appearance is the eyepatch and the scarring across his face. Despite being a hero and therefore having the ability to easily contact healers, he has never done anything about this and simply says he got hit in the face by a fireball as a kid. As Wiseman, he wears a modified flak suit colored white and dark red, which he has outfitted further with his tech to look more like a supersoldier from a movie than a hero.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

• Stoic: It’s very difficult to get under Wiseman’s skin. The job comes first, and the decompression from stress that comes with the job comes after. He’s good under pressure, though maybe not so good above it.
• Tired: Wiseman has perpetual “I work 87 hours a day” energy. When he’s not on the job, he’s Just as likely to sleep in until noon as he is to attend a HERO meeting in sweatpants… And he’s very likely to do that.
• Smartass: Of course he’s smart. He’s Wiseman. He always has something pedantic to say about something, much to the detriment of his relationship with the higherups that expect a blindly loyal soldier.
• Rational: Austin Barrow is a simple man. His emotional straightforwardness comes from dedication to his job, a self-awareness that comes from his superhero AI-level brainpower, and a mix of other things he buried a long time ago. You’ll never see him acting recklessly, because he always thinks it through.
• Affable: It’s easy to get along with Austin once you get past his everbusy, mastermind exterior. He’s not one of those super geniuses that can’t understand people, he’s just a very reserved man when it comes to more intimidate subjects. Grief, trauma, and anger are things that he doesn’t tend to show much of.
• Confident: When you can outthink an AI like ALISA, you tend to pick up an ego. Though, Wiseman isn’t the type to brag. He simply knows he’s a damn fine hero, and doesn’t need to be told so to believe it.

[ BIO ]
At the age of sixteen, an eyepatch-wearing superhuman showed up to AJH in Castleburg with legal documents identifying himself as Austin Barrow, an emancipated minor born on January 9th. He was in a weird position, but demonstrated his powers by solving some of the most complicated mathematical equations and puzzles that anyone but him could name in sixty seconds at the most. For good measure, they ran three separate IQ tests on him for good measure, averaging four digits in the end. He was enrolled and then blended into the background of many other students with ease. No one is sure for certain where Wiseman came from, and he has made enough of a name for himself among HERO's ranks that those in power don't feel the need to ask. It is unlikely that even the Director has any idea whether or not his story was true, but it all began three years prior with a trail of cyber crimes that ultimately led to a trail without a lead.

During his days at the academy, Austin demonstrated an uncharacteristically well-developed grasp of his powers and their capabilities. Teachers noted his lack of engagement with the more normal subjects such as mathematics or history, even though he was psychologically unable to be anything less than perfect at them. In more practical classes, such as power training and superhuman combat, Austin demonstrated a natural inclination towards outsmarting opponents and an aversion to upfront fighting. Unless he was truly backed into a corner with no way out, he'd always find a way to trip people up, make them screw each other over, or use some gadget he was able to slip into the training room undetected to catch people off guard. Austin sat somewhere between a troublemaker and a gold star student, and no one doubted he'd be a damn good superhero once he was ready.

And sure enough, he became a proper member of HERO upon graduation, taking the name Wiseman and immediately setting to work on things he was sure would make the city a better place. As Wiseman, he developed a reputation as a strategist, flexible fighter and inventive supporter of other heroes. Anyone who needed a second opinion on some big move they were making, such as a raid on a compound of supervillains or some excessive stunt to build the next big innovation that helps heroes do their job, might be inclined to pick his brain, or throw him into a room together with ALISA to do what neither of them them could achieve alone. His record up to the current day has been exemplary, barring the occasional snide comment to authority figures he really should have more respect for.

And everyone is none the wiser...

| MISCELLANEOUS |
No one can find out who Wiseman was before that day he walked into the Academy of Junior Superheroes. But if they did, they would find that "Austin Barrow" doesn't have any parents, or any family members he was ever actually related to at all.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

Theta Class

[ Perfect Mind ]

Befitting his name, Wiseman’s brain operates on a level that puts a supercomputer to shame. Austin’s power allows him to think faster than most people, form strategies in seconds, do advanced calculus in his head and understand topics that would otherwise be exhausting to learn. He cannot forget anything, as his memory is infallible, and as long as his body is still capable, Austin will never get rusty at anything he learns.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Wiseman is in decent shape, but is my no means able to match up against the heavy-hitting superheroes of HERO. He can handle himself in a straight up fight, but prefers to be smart about things and avoid a fair fight as much as possible. Against someone more inclined towards upfront combat, he’s shit out of luck.

[ AGILITY ]
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Wiseman is slippery when he wants to be, good at ducking under things, slipping over high walls and leaping considerable distances to keep out of some meat-headed villain's grasp. But these are things done in the context of a well-trained human body, easily beat by heroes more agile than him, or by heroes with movement-based powers.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Austin goes by Wiseman for a reason. Where other highly intelligent heroes play checkers, he plays chess. Wiseman is capable of memorizing entire languages in a week, and could cheat a world class magician out of a poker game if he really wanted. Even ALISA tends to struggle to keep up with him sometimes, and he has gone back and forth in chess games with her repeatedly. She still thinks he cheated that one time.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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Wiseman’s destructive capabilities lie in the arsenal of gadgets he has built for himself. Technically speaking, he could build whatever he wanted as long as he had the resources, but HERO isn’t going to give him an MSR to power his workshop, so he tends to stick to things like weapons, computer algorithms that manage data or make other heroes do their job easier. His weapons can cause some above average destruction, by their very nature as weapons, but are outclassed by most offense powers.

[ LETHALITY ]
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If Wiseman really wanted to, he could get into a knife fight with someone and hit them in just the right spot to open an artery, or tune up the waveband on one of his weapons to incinerate flesh. Wiseman knows enough about infrastructure of buildings that he could smoke out an entire bank by tampering with the HVAC system, or rig someone’s car to explode. Most of these things, however, require time or setup to pull off and aren’t very feasible compared to a hero that can crush skulls like paper bags.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Beyond getting occasionally roughed up by villains in a fight, Wiseman is no more or less sturdy than a normal human being that is well-accustomed to a scrap.

[ STAMINA ]
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Wiseman prioritizes running from, and avoiding a fair fight over getting in one. So he tends to keep his body in good enough shape that he can run, jump, hide and climb his way out of scuffles to keep himself unharmed. Though, some heroes have powers that make them machines on legs, and they could outlast him easily.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Efficacy isn't a concern for Wiseman, since his power is more of a mutation that is always on then something he uses. But Austin does put it to good use in the form of constantly picking up new skills and learning new branches of applied science that he hasn't tried his hand at yet. This makes Austin the designated renaissance man of his hero company, who people go to when they just can't seem to get that one inconvenient problem taken care of. The only reason he never claims to have outright "mastered" his power is that Wiseman believes he will never run out of things to learn.

[ SURVEILLANCE LEVEL ]
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Wiseman has an effectively spotless reputation in his hero company. Though, the very nature of his highly skilled power usage and the fact that he firmly believes in being less fair towards villains means that it is necessary to keep an eye on him. The man literally has an entire lab full of energy weapons, supercomputers, diagrams of information that seem like mad ramblings, and unfinished gadgets for himself and other heroes that he works in. It would be bad practice to not check in every now and then. With that in mind, Wiseman has never given HERO or ICOSA a reason to turn his lab upside down, so they tend to be somewhat lax in what he can get away with, but they still do their job nonetheless.

[ SKILLS ]
Hacking
Wiseman has demonstrated a phenomenal ability to dismantle security systems used by villains and incoming cyberterrorists. Often, he simply uses this as a way to retrace the footsteps of some villain who thought they were clever enough with their hacking skills. In the field, he'll use this to usurp a villain's control over something. Though, he has also been known to quietly hack into public systems, such as a bank's camera network, to catch the bad guys in the act more quickly.

Advanced Technology
Wiseman's most well-used skill is his ability to work with technology that baffles some of the world's best engineers. There is no physics-breaking element to any of his devices, but the sheer sophistication he demonstrates in his work outclasses things done by most people in the world of non-powered science. He could reverse engineer an enemy AI similar to ALISA in construction or assist tech-central heroes with their more esoteric projects like it's nothing.

Chess
Austin is a monumental nerd when it comes to chess. He claims to have memorized every possible move that has ever been used by anyone since the game's first match in human history. Whether this is simply a batshit crazy claim that is tangentially plausible due to Austin's powers or the honest truth, he's pretty damn good. ALISA has played eight games with him so far, and lost only half of them. _{I'm telling you, Director. I can't prove it but he CHEATS!}

Strategy
Lay out the battlefield before him, give him enough variables, and Wiseman can come up with a compelling plan that works for everyone involved. He likes to think of himself as something of a mastermind, able to look at a situation like it's a game, and has no trouble thinking on his feet when in a fast-paced situation.

Weapons Combat
Wiseman does not, under any circumstances, believe in fighting fair when it comes to villains who could kill someone the day after an encounter with them. To compensate for this, he's trained himself to fight with non-lethal weapons to take down the villains who fly or can move things with their mind. His personal favorite fighting method, though, is knife fighting. Where other weapons are just a tool for the job to him, fighting is more like an art to him, one that he has a deep appreciation for.

Research
If there's something Wiseman doesn't know, he'll figure it out. He knows how to dig up information, where to find it and how to verify it. Usually, this just involves looking for dusty old patents or looking for evidence to crimes that was buried deeper than a nuclear waste container.

Worldly Knowledge
Wiseman is one of those people that just know too many god damn things. He's the type of person who sits in a chair and glues his eyes to ten different screens at once, processing more information than most people can tolerate with glazed-over eyes and a migraine. He always has some random fact loaded for any situation, that might provide some insight or might be completely fucking useless.

First Aid
It turns out that being a hero means getting hurt, so Wiseman learned to stitch his coworkers up early on.

Multilingual
Russian, Mandarin, French, Korean, Japanese, Hindi, German, Spanish... Austin is also a bit of a language nerd, if it wasn't obvious.

[ EQUIPMENT ]
Stasis Blaster
A photonic wavecrest inverter fires a stabilized lepton cluster into a type-9 hadron chamber to create the effect of a freeze ray. Wiseman rigged this into the shape of a rifle, and uses it to give villains a nasty chill just shy of hypothermia. Its purpose is to debilitate someone and take away their motivation to fight back. Because of its ability to halt molecular movement, the Stasis Blaster also does a good job of scrambling electronics

Lasereye Visor
A special set of optical functions built into Wiseman's helmet allow him to see up to five hundred feet away with crystal clear detail, access infrared and UV vision, and see electricity moving through wires. Thanks to a sodium ion power cell lined with neon particulate-infused casing, the visor as a battery life of 18 hours.

Indra Blade
A little known fact about the planet's weather is that less than 5% of the lightning strikes that occur yearly are positive instead of negative. Wiseman uses a similar device to the power source of his Stasis Blaster to provide a positive electric current to a dagger. For all intents and purposes, it's little more than a very strong shock baton, but its shape allows Wiseman to use it more effectively.

Lexicon
A wristmounted computer using quantum computing to process as much information as Wiseman could possibly need. It can project holographic interfaces for ease access, backs up to a computer in Wiseman's lab, and interface with most devices that Wiseman could feasibly access. The programming of the Lexicon also has special provisions that allow ALISA to access it remotely, in case of an emergency or if there is no other way to reach Wiseman.

Angel-5
The fifth iteration of a sub-Vertias AI powered drone that Wiseman employs in areas hit by a crisis. Angel-5 is roughly 3x3x3 feet in size, and is equipped with a robust array of medical resources to provide first aid to civilians or other heroes that are wounded. Everything from ionic cautery blades to foreign object removal kits are packed into its shell. The drone is semi-autonomous by design, as its limited intelligence allows ALISA to access an internal storage device that records all medical attention that Angel-5 provides. This data is also backed up to HERO’s database for the purpose of reports and cross referencing.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

When the fuck did you get back

X-Men: GenetiX

The funny thing about Logan was that Ryder couldn't read his mind, but didn't volunteer such information. She held her newfound weapon in her hands and psychically stimulated all of its internals, feeling the weight under her grip and the way it would behave when she pulled the trigger. A weapon only she could make, with a piece of her power to make it function properly.

All things considered, it meant very little to her, it would just be the key to lock the door for her. Something a mere flick of her wrist could manifest.

"What I want is my business, and mine alone. But since you're being a persistent ass about it- Yeah, I want them scattered like ash. And you're either staying out of it or staying behind me," Ryder said, as more tools flew towards her, making minor adjustments to bits and pieces of her hack-job of a weapon. "Ever since I was old enough to understand the concept of breathing and being a person, I've known every trick in their book. I know what they hide and where they hide it. And when I get my hands on them, there won't be a prayer in any religion on this shitty piece of rock that can save them from the reckoning they've brought into this fucking world."

More pieces of gadgetry started coming together in front of her, more in the shape of a pair of glasses or a visor than anything like a weapon. The shape was made from bits of fiberglass and spare electronics that fitted together in much the same fluid process as Ryder's gun, and in some way was a mockery of what Cyclops wore on a daily basis.

"That giant robot's corpse was useful after all." She didn't say it out loud, but based on what she was doing, it was obvious what Ryder meant. She was planning to use the Sentinel core as a component of her tinkering.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

ARMY OF.ONE

Unknowably old | The Army of One | They/Them/She/Her/It/Its

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"We are infinite. We are legion. We are one."

Description:

The Timeless Egregore, the Court of Fallen Souls, it has been known by many names in every corner of the All-Verse. In a time no longer remembered by anything in all of creation, a woman named Amara died defenseless and alone, fighting for something she believed in. Her business had not been finished, and her spirit carried on to another world, where she adjoined to a Counterpart of herself to grow stronger. Her host died, and the two carried on again, and again, and again, until they were unquantifiable. The Army of One has existed since the beginning of humanity, since the Bull created the very first places in the All-Verse. It is a unique Apparition, as it is not one entity, but an infinite number of entities acting as one. It is a hivemind of Counterparts, all of one woman, Amara King, who have died in fulfillment of the All-Verse constant that demands a righteous death. Many have told stories of the Army throughout history, that they are psychopomps, wayward souls who cling to existence, or a threat that is simply amassing power for something unknown.

The reality of the Army is that it is a timeless manifestation of adversity, of spirits who have lost all but the will to fight. Infinite trillions of warriors, tacticians, strategists and revolutionaries who gave their lives for something worthy of them. Its purpose is to conquer, to overcome and outlive the enemy. In death, the phantoms of eras long past extend their knowledge of war and strategy to the living, who will one day take their last breath on the day where their cause demands it, and what is left behind will be committed to eternity. The living are simply blank canvases, yet to be washed away of all that makes them individuals to make room for the eternal war. This has always been the fate of Amara King's Counterparts since the youngest days of existence, and always will be. The Army of One takes the form of ghostly, humanoid figures. The phantoms are devoid of personhood, of anything that gives them a sense of individuality. They have no uniqueness, they are only Amara King, and they are One.

Abstraction:

Apparition - Army of the Fallen

The Army of One is an extremely powerful Apparition that exists in every world at the same time, and draws on the power of the souls it collects from dead Counterparts. While most Apparitions can only bond to a single human at once, the Army of One is unique in its ability to bond with every Counterpart of Amara King at the exact same time, from the moment they are born to the moment they die. Born from emotions associated with war and loneliness, the phantoms of the Army fight together, and everything that a single phantom learns is relayed to the entire collective, and can pass these things along to the living Counterparts they are bound to. This is to them what toiling in a field is to a gardener, it makes them stronger so that they can reap what they sow. The Army of One, for this reason, is impossible to seal, and if they are summoned by a Counterpart, no amount of anti-Apparition measures can truly defeat them, only slow the tide.

Where other Apparitions like the Stygian Snake or the Rampage threaten reality itself through sheer potency, the Army of One threatens anyone standing in its way through sheer volume. Ordinarily, living Counterparts are heavily limited in the number of phantoms they may call on. However, in times of extreme crisis, such as a world-ending monster going unchecked, the Army of One will invoke what it calls the Phalanx Imperative, allowing for forces from low-priority places in the All-Verse to be diverted to the center of the action. The only way to truly ensure that the Army of One is out of the picture, in a localized sense, is to exploit the All-Verse constant they thrive on, the universal law that Amara King's death will always occur when she fights for a cause she believes in. Upon killing the living Amara in one part of the All-Verse, the Army of One will not waste its power on places it has no footholds in.

Recollections: The Compendium

ANGEL’S.GRASP
| The Blue God’s Hand | "PRTCL.RAPTURE(EXEC) IMPERATIVE HALTED I know you can hear me." ORIGINS & CREATIONS: | Created by a paranormal entity without an Abstraction, who painstakingly researched methods of sealing to power the artifact with the essence of a godlike Apparition. | TYPE: | Technomancy Artifact | LOCATION: | Shimmer | NOTABLE OWNERS: | Owned by Helena Ross, the original creator. | ABSTRACTION-GRANTING: | Yes. | .............................................................................	Fifteen years ago, various digital infrastructures across the United States began to experience technical difficulties without explanation. Servers used by banks to process digital transactions would lag and mysteriously lose minute amounts of data, government registries slowly forgot the names and dates of birth of the country’s citizens. Cargo shipping companies experienced grievous miscalculations in their logistics, and even stock market servers were disrupted by this strange phenomenon. Weeks of this slow degradation passed, and eventually it escalated into security alerts. Airports suffered complete breakdowns in their security, government agencies reported dozens of intrusions, no one was safe. The strangest thing was that no one could find a tangible explanation, and the incidents were stagnated so much that no one stopped to realize it was an organized campaign, until Helena Ross stepped in. She was a data analyst who doubled as a digital infrastructure specialist, which in her own words meant she was good at manipulating servers and seeing what the problems with them were. For all intents and purposes, she was a legal hacker. Helena noticed the pattern of security breaches was targeting tangible information about people, and the things they did with their lives. She believed it was a mass plan to sell vast quantities of information to black market buyers, but the sheer magnitude didn’t add up, and Helena wanted to get to the bottom of it. But no one believed her when she said it was more than just a small time ordeal. Helena even tried telling the FBI, to no avail. She spent months chasing vapor trails, discreetly worming her way through compromised systems to get out ahead of the hacker that was fishing for so much information in such a destructive way, and yet left no trace of actual evidence behind. This search opened her eyes to the paranormal, when Helena discovered the hacker in question was an Apparition that had formed out of computer code. It left no evidence behind because the evidence it would leave behind was devoured to make it stronger. The Apparition in question, an entity calling itself ZADKIEL, was gathering up power in the form of data, and slowly amassing enough that by the time Helena found it, it had become all but unstoppable, able to wreck region-wide systems and make it look like a mundane accident- A human error that could’ve been prevented. Helena did not know what ZADKIEL’s end goal was, but she wanted to find out, so she dove into paranormal research. Months of sleepless nights chasing after ZADKIEL to understand it better and searching for answers about this world of magic she had never known resulted in Helena developing a method to seal Apparitions. Helena had decided that she wanted to take ZADKIEL’s power and make it her own, to give herself an Abstraction in this strange new world. The only problem was that most Apparitions lived in the real world, not in machines, so Helena had to use her knowledge of machines to create a suitable environment for it. This soon-to-be artifact took the form of a glove outfitted with several processing components from motherboards, and capacitors that she theorized would be an appropriate vessel for ZADKIEL’s form. It took Helena another year to properly cut off ZADKIEL’s pathway to other parts of the internet, a year of meticulously leaving bait in vast security systems in the form of vulnerabilities it could exploit while she observed it grow stronger. She let it gorge on code and data, grow fat from power until she had worked her target into a god. And then she sprung the trap, completely disabling a Vegas casino’s entire server system to take the entire thing offline for a solid hour, cutting off ZADKIEL’s access to the data it wanted so much. It was just Helena and her prize, and the sealing went off without a hitch. Every last like of ZADKIEL’s code was siphoned away into her vessel, even as it thrashed about trying to use the casino’s security system against her, but it didn’t work. The lights flickered off, lightbulbs shattered across every floor of the building, and the machine god was hers to use as she saw fit. The Angel’s Grasp is an artifact that holds the godlike machine Apparition, ZADKIEL. It grants an Abstraction known as Divine Administration, allowing the Agent to use ZADKIEL’s power in full. The user receives a macro-scale ability to remotely control all digital technology in their surroundings, from car radios to computer servers. Using this, a person can extend their mind into machines to access the information on them, along someone to travel for hundreds of miles mentally without physically moving an inch. Any device that requires access to radio waves or Wi-Fi can be made to work flawlessly without them, as the Agent holds absolute authority over the machines influenced. One can rewrite virtual landscapes as if they were working with wet clay, or completely destroy data to such an extent that it can never be retrieved again no matter how much someone tries.

Recollections: The Compendium

BRASS.NEEDLE
| Hallowed Breaker | "Begone from this place, spirit of old!" ORIGINS & CREATIONS: | Created in a world called Gloom, by a self proclaimed “healer” who needed a way to exercise a spirit from a patient. | TYPE: | Exorcism Instrument | LOCATION: | Said to be in Gloom, but has not been seen in relative centuries. | NOTABLE OWNERS: | Originally used by its creator, whose name has been lost to time. | ABSTRACTION-GRANTING: | No. | .............................................................................	There once was a man during an age of swords and knights, who scholars can only identify as Corhin the Pure. Corhin was a healer with a gift for paranormal craftsmanship, said to have made his body into a vessel for many Apparitions. Some believe he was an Adjoined, others believe he was a particularly industrious Agent, but most who know of him agree that he was more powerful than the stories tell. Corhin roamed the earth working miracles for the sick, and specialized in paranormal ailments such as curses or Adjoinment, or “possession,” as it was called in his journals. The Brass Needle is a tool he used on a regular basis, when dealing with stubborn Apparitions that refused to separate from their hosts, or were too weak to do so freely. Using the essence of bound entities that he drew power from, Corhin discovered the deepest secrets of the human soul, and exploited them to give his needle unique properties that would, in his words, “pluck the blight of the interloper from the sacred weave of man.” To use the artifact, Corhin would impale the soul and emotional field of any paranormal entity adjoined to an Apparition, by thrusting it into their heart. Once embedded, an unknown process occurs in which the link between the two is eroded by force, like acid dissolving flesh. The process, which Corhin referred to as “hallowing” would unshackle the Apparition with varying degrees of success. Those fully sealed within a host took the longest, and would feel that the needle was trying to burn them out. If left unattended, the Brass Needle could “slip out” of the emotional field as it melts away, and find itself damaging flesh and bone. The needle also required the paranormal “essence” of Apparitions as a source of power, which Corbin’s writing explains as being acquired by stabbing an Apparition to “bleed them of that which they drink from.” Without this, the Brass Needle is useless.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Heinrich.Thòrmer

56 | Heinrich Thòrmer | He/Him "..."

Description: An associate of Hemorrhagia and the Apparition of a Nazi scientist that, in time, lost faith in the whole Nazi idealogy. However, Heinrich didn't lose the fact that he was one of the greatest scientific minds in the world, and after becoming an Apparition, all he was interested in was science. He wants to use magic to expand the fragile limitations placed on science. Heinrich found himself joining the Dollhouse and became Luis' third in command - in charge of the experimentation side of their organization. Heinrich has long lost all humanity and sees humans as mere tools and test dummies at worst. Because of this loss of humanity, Heinrich doesn't even use a human body... but instead inhabits a strange human-sized mannequin doll that stands twelve feet tall (he's hunched over most of the time so he doesn't look that tall). While it may appear feminine, this doll-like body has no face. This body looks like it's made of ceramic, and he walks in ways that make it look like he should fall over. The worst part about this frame is that it hides tools inside its body and has blades hidden in its arms and legs. Whenever he talks, he speaks in a whisper. Abstraction: Unknowmn.

Here is Heinrich Thormer's NPC sheet.

@Shin Ghost Note

You weren’t kidding when you said this rp was inspired by Worm

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

The Eleventh Path

ELEVENTH.PATH
............................................................ "A sanctuary between the stars."	In the absence of a safe place in which they could work and hide from the dangers of St. Portwell, Jack Hawthorne, Kenshiro Murakin, and Emperor Tennogama put their capabilities together to create a pocket dimension. Nestled between the boundaries of the All-Verse's realms, the Eleventh Path is a manifestation of their work, and a mix of two very different aesthetics. The exterior is a simple japanese estate, with a long staircase of stone leaning down to an open field. The surroundings are dense, lush foliage of moss and trees, resting atop a sheer cliff of vibrant stone. The sky above the Eleventh Path is the All-Verse itself, flowing around the space like water around heavy rocks. One can stare into the open air and see all of the cosmos swirling within their view, held at bay by the work that went into the sanctuary. The interior of the building consists of two floors, each containing of rooms tethered to the “anchor” or the foundation, that can be reshaped and rearranged however Jack or Kenshiro choose, using their purple Lux. The first floor contains a library, private areas for Jack and Ken, and a meeting room for others to gather and plan their actions.

To a guest, or a potential intruder, this area might seem like little more than fancy decoration. But this is a trick to mislead. The Eleventh Path is a place created by purple Lux, meaning it can be folded in on itself like origami to conceal other areas. One of the several windows in this area unfurls to reveal a circular storage area, intended to house artifacts and other objects of interest. The only way in or out of this space is to distort the reality with purple Lux, something only Jack and Ken are normally capable of. On the first floor, there is a large staircase of stone leading downwards and out to a secluded walkway. Beyond a massive torii gate adorned with toad carvings lies a humid, damp field of moss and scattered pools. These stone springs are the resting place of the Toad Emperor, who spends his days in peace alongside his royal subjects who tend to, and defend the Eleventh Path as needed.

In order to enter the Eleventh Path, one must be granted access by either Jack or Kenshiro. This will put them on a whitelist, guaranteeing them safe passage so long as either of the two consent to their presence. In accordance with the contract that was made to build the space, no one is permitted to be there unless Jack or Kenshiro are present with them.

Joint Spells

Moonfoot Assassins ⫻ The elite assassins of the Toad Emperor's ranks. The Moonfoot clan are mysterious toads that can only be summoned with a joint cast between Jack Hawthorne and Kenshiro Murakin. These shadowy killers move through the darkness unseen, and can strike in the blink of an eye. The shadows bend to their will in a way similar to Jack's Umbramancy. They are tall, wispy toads with skin black as a starless sky. This spell summons five Moonfoot Assassins, equipped with various killing weapons.

Limits: Moonfoot toads thrive in the darkness, and depend on the Lux of their summoners to remain here on Shimmer. Therefore, any light brighter than a candle will deter them. Jack or Ken must remain within five yards of them, or they will flicker out of reality.

FASTER THAN A SHADOW ⫻ Jack take's Aryin's hand into his own, and supercharges her with both colors of his Lux. This grants Aryin a layer of shadowy armor that makes her close to weightless, and able to shrug off some magical attacks. This is essentially the Night Terror spell given a boost with Ayrin's green Lux to compensate for Aryin's lack of mobility, and allows her to move absurdly fast. Certain attacks, such as sharp blades or acid will bounce right off of the shadow armor.

Limit: With the exception of the defensive boost, Aryin's shadow armor will function on the exact same principles as Jack's Night Terror spell. The stand-out nature of being a shadow means it is almost pointless useless in broad daylight, and spells such as pyromancy or lumomancy will tear through it like a hot knife through butter.

DARKNESS, FALL UPON THEM ⫻ A spell designed to get rid a things that can't be punched or sliced into submission. Jack channels purple Lux into Aaron's Spirit Bomb, turning it into a wormhole of tangled space. When this bomb is thrown, anyone and anything caught in the blast is cast out into a random place far from the point of contact. It could be a hundred feet away, or it could be a mile away. This displacement can be extremely disorienting for those who get caught, since it feels like getting flashbanged.

Limit: Jack and Aaron have absolutely no control over where the bomb displaces people or matter to, and they can be swept up along with it if they are caught in the explosion.

SHOCK AND AWE ⫻ A spell involving three people: Stormy, Aaron and Ayrin. First, Stormy and Aaron join their hands to blend green and yellow Lux into one, causing Aaron's internal energy to align with Stormy's. This charges a Spirit Bomb, but only counts for half of the spell. Next, Aaron switches to Aryin who, in the blink of an eye, is changed from the form of a human being to a glowing, diamond-shaped shield. Stormy then throws this new shield with all his might, and once it hits someone, it explodes with the force of a regular Spirit Bomb. Once the explosion is finished, Ayrin drops back into her human form completely unharmed and ready to beat the absolute shit out of anyone who survived the initial blast.

Limit: Aaron and Ayrin might be unharmed by the effect of their Spirit Bomb, but Stormy is not. If the bomb goes off too close, it can and will blow him away with whatever it was supposed to hit.

HALLOW BLAST ⫻ Stormy mixes his Phantombane aura with Aaron's spirit bomb, to create a huge green orb of energy. The Hallow Blast is an upscaled version of the two spells in one, and has the potential to do devastating damage to apparitions and people alike. Once the Hallow Blast lands, it leaves behind a debilitating Phantombane aura that spreads much further than its base variant, acting as a sort of nuclear fallout to deter Apparitions.

Limit: Hallow Blast counts as an active Phantombane aura, meaning the lingering field prevents Stormy from casting it regularly until it ends.

X-Men: GenetiX

Ryder didn’t stop walking. So Wolverine would just have to keep up with her. During the time she had spent here so far, Ryder didn’t see or walk through much of the mansion in person, but through her powers, she had the layout of the place memorized like the back of her hand. It was as simple as following directions on a map to her.

Wolverine’s bragging got on her nerves. Really? He thought he was remotely comparable to her? Him asking about Umbra was a step further than what she was willing to entertain. Ordinarily, she would just go off and do it herself, but these idiots were here, and more likely to get themselves killed than her. Admittedly, Ryder didn’t care that much, yet logically speaking, it was ideal since she planned on taking advantage of their naive generosity. Ryder wasn’t so blinded by anger that she couldn’t understand see a tactical advantage for what it was.

One hallway after another, she went deep into the mansion, until

She turned and opened the door to a space full of machines used to make things for the X-Men’s use. The Blackbird, their security systems, whatever they needed to be the so-called heroes of the day. Immediately, things from an adjacent storage room began flying towards her, floating around with her psychic powers.

”They only care for themselves and their disgusting little project,” She explained to Logan. A CNC machine whirred to life, as metal plates were tossed into it to cut some strange design out.

”They wanted something perfect, something they could use for their fucking goals.” Heavy capacitors and conductor coils orbited one another, strands of high-gauge wire slinked through transistors, and entire circuit boards were loaded up with microchips from the room’s reserves. Everything slowly melded together like watching a planet form out of cosmic debris.

The metal parts flew across the room, accompanied by bolts and plates of stock glass. ”They’ve got more than they let on, because they keep secrets from everything. They thought I didn’t know, but I know everything about them. They wanted a fucking weapon.”

Drill bits flew towards her, spinning up to an absurd speed and punching holes in the metal shapes with a precision that Ryder hadn’t demonstrated before. Bolts and screws were layered into them with metal brackets. And as if to punctuate her statement, everything slid together as if she were completing a thousand-puzzle in one fell swoop. A chain reaction of components finding a point of rest, all in the shape of a weapon.

A rifle.

”So I’m going to show those maggots what happens when they make a weapon they can’t control.”

Avengers Academy 💥

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Location: Who the Fuck is Baldur
Skills:
WHAT. THE. FUCK.

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It was weird to be stabbed in a body that she wasn’t familiar with. Leah had been stabbed a few times. But this just felt like an inconvenience, probably because she was in a video game and because she was really irritated about Ed putting her in a fucking dress. So even when she flicked out of existence, she wasn’t that panicked about it since she had two more lives.

”Oh, fuck you,” She said, rearing her fist back and swung a hook at the cultist’s face. He ducked it, and she rammed her elbow into his jaw. He was knocked over surprisingly easy for someone who just tried to gut her.

”Yeah, stay down.” Looking over the battlefield, Leah turned and ran over to the glass that stranger was trapped in, and started the slam the edges with her knuckles.

[color=ff94f]”Open the fuck up… Motherfucking piece of god damn fucking- How do I-“[/color] In the corner of her eye, Leah saw the cultist she just domed stand back up, and crack his neck like that blow didn’t even bother him. Knife still in hand, he was ready to keep going.

”You gotta be fucking kidding me. Alright, I guess we’re doing this...” Leah shifted her axe around into both hands and leapt at the guy, looking to split him in half down the middle.

Held roll

Roll to turn this fucker into firewood by cutting him the long way. Ain’t got a skill for axe fighting lol.