Ceta de Cloyes

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Heatsink

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C: thuban_x

Heatsink

"Nope. Didn't happen. No idea what you're talkin' about." [Internal panic intensifies.]

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[ NAME ]

Genesis Loveday Harmse.

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Heatsink.

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Gene, Sunny, @sunshowertv.

[ AGE ]

20.

[ GENDER ]

he/they.

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O., Starbright Foundation, SunshowerLive

[ APPEARANCE ]

Gene is on the tall side, an even 180 cm, or 5'11, and he maintains a mediocre level of fitness. Though he is not particularly defined, he is relatively in shape, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. Gene has thick dark hair that he keeps short, but he doesn't spend much time styling it, leaving it messy out of laziness, and the same can be said of his face; he is almost never clean shaven, but neither is it long or bushy, instead he's commonly seen with a smattering of sparse stubble and haphazard sideburns. His skin is pale from being a bit of a shut-in, and it does him no favors when he blushes, even a light flush will turn him red from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his chest. His most notable features are his eyes, which are an obvious and unmistakable crimson- and when he uses his powers, they flare with a fiery-orange glow.

Casual

C: NaitouRSE

His eyesight is not particularly good, so Gene wears thin wire-frame glasses to read, and puts in contacts when he needs to dress up - or suit up. As far as clothing styles, Gene's closet is heavily influenced by his younger self's questionable fashion sense; there's nothing quite witch-y or gothic left, but there's a distinct dark academia vibe he puts off wearing the remnants of slim steampunk vests and sharp Victorian collars. He has his fair share of hoodies and sweaters these days, but even still he rarely strays from the almost Transylvanian color palette; all dark reds, deep blacks, and stark whites.

Hero

C: Nick Tagney

Gene's H.E.R.O. suit is a much different look, a full body suit clad in heavy gray metals, somber orange panels, and electric blue lights. It's altogether a sleek armor set, though most of its space is dedicated to thermal regulation and a few techy aids. The gloves are almost never worn, instead carried in his pockets in case he needs them. The helmet is modular, coming in separate pieces for different occasions; the eye protecting tinted visor with integrated HUD is one piece, with a similar lower mouth guard, complete with a solid metal chin guard, a stiff neck brace, and a hidden communications device.

Helmet

C: Vladimir Kildiushkin

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

- Bashful | Gene is introverted and shy, making him easily flustered or off balanced. Complex social interactions are innately stressful to him, and situations requiring leadership or manipulation are doubly so.
- Complacent | Lazy isn't quite the right word, but Gene lacks motivation all the same. His drive to succeed comes purely from outside factors; simply pleasing his peers and trying to survive. Heroism isn't his dream and it shows.
- Amateur | Gene is inexperienced in his latest field, stemming only partly from his youth. His hobbies led him to develop more entertaining skills, and his powers were not fully explored, leaving him with a lot to catch up on.

+ Attentive | Observant and indulgent, Gene is a good friend - and a good spy. He's excellent at gathering and retaining information, as well as putting it to good use. That mostly goes for people, but he's not bad at spotting unusual clues or finding hidden objects either.
+ Clever | A problem solver through and through, he's smart and capable of coming up with original ideas and useful solutions. Gene can invent a new and unique application of his powers on the fly, or take advantage of loopholes, reason his way out of a hostile confrontation - he always has an answer, provided he can keep his cool long enough to look for one.
+ Sincere | In truth Gene is a fantastic liar, and though he values honesty much more he's a natural at deception. Still, he prefers authentic people, and holds those who place themselves at a disadvantage by being forthright in high honor.

[ BIO ]

As you might expect of someone with the name Genesis Loveday Harmse, his parents were a bit... out there. His father was a former military man named Matthys Harmse who went by 'Harm' and his mother was an immigrant named Aelita Chernova who changed her name to 'Hope'. After his father left the military they joined a very cultish new-age religious commune, which Gene was born into. The less said about his childhood there the better, and thankfully they moved back to the city when he was just entering double digits. Unfortunately his parents couldn't cope, blaming each other and themselves for various nonsensical cultish things Gene still doesn't get. It was made even worse when his father, now going by a more normal 'Matt', started working as a manager for a robotics manufacturing company supplying e-Police to the city, and his mother started working as a personal assistant in the H.E.R.O. HQ.

Needless to say, anything his parents were doing held explicitly zero interest to a teenage Gene, especially heroes. Even his manifesting powers as a first-gen superhuman couldn't get more than a few moments of reluctant consideration for the profession. He went as far as refusing entry into the Academy for Junior Heroes just to drive the point home. Instead he dived into the internet, which hadn't been freely available back in Eden's Park, and obsessed over entertainment in all it's 'unholy' forms. By fifteen he was making his own videos and hosting his own streams and blogs. He dabbled in music and gaming and acting, networking with other kids on a variety of platforms for greater exposure. There was a level of comfort in being behind a screen and still being able to reach people, and so he started to help them in his own ways; charity streams and community games and merch giveaways and product reviews. Information and entertainment was his whole thing, and while he wasn't explicitly famous, he had a moderate following across the world and ran in enough of the more popular circles that he wasn't a total unknown to those with the right interests.

By the time he was eighteen he was a mildly successful vlogger known by the handle '@sunshowertv', or just 'Sunny', and had his own platform called SunshowerLive. His next step, now that he was of age and finished with his required schooling, was to take a year off before college and travel some of the world. It didn't quite go as planned; he met some fans, ran a lot of streams, made some vlogs, visited monuments and conventions, and then... there was an accident.

Gene didn't mess with his powers. Sure, when he was a kid he'd suck the life out of some batteries and then breathe fire like a dragon, and he had a couple parlor tricks where he made his eyes glow or turned a glass of water into ice when no one was looking, but those weren't anything worthwhile. So, whilst traveling on a hot train in a hot country on a hot day, Gene realized maybe he should have tested things a little more... intelligently. He'd avoided his powers like the plague, and anything that would encourage his mother's wish for him to be a hero were similarly neglected, but this time he started losing control and that had never happened before. In the aftermath five people suffered severe burns, an entire train car and section of the track had been melted clean through, and Gene himself spent a month in a coma.

There was now an argument he couldn't win. He needed to learn control, and he his powers were capable of a lot more than he thought they were. His mother was finally going to get what she wanted, but if he was going to be a hero he was going to do it his way. During his recovery he reconnected with an old high school friend; Nilin Hong, a kind and open girl who he had learned was becoming a hero herself. He never confided why he had changed his mind about becoming a hero, merely that he soon would be joining her at the company and that he could use a familiar face when he did. There was also a certain organization he'd taken note of in the past, lingering on the periphery of his online channel's various charity drives and community events; the Starbright Foundation. If he was being honest, Gene needed a bit of a primer on the hero scene and a helping hand that wouldn't be overseen by his H.E.R.O. employee mother, so he contacted the Foundation in hopes they could offer a bit of advice and guidance.

Between becoming reacquainted with Nilin, joining Starbright, healing from his injuries, and training his powers, Gene had no more time for SunshowerLive, which had been on mysterious hiatus since his accident. His close friends and regular vlog partners were made aware of what happened, but were asked to keep it quiet. Despite the scarce rumors, or perhaps because of them, Gene has become the subject of incessant conspiracy and speculation. He has yet to act on any advice from the Starbright Foundation regarding his platform.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

- Born on April 13^th, an Aries.
- Pansexual, open to romantic partners.
- Likes books, music, video games, tv shows, and films.
- Dislikes cars, trains, crowds, guns, and alcohol.
- Fears loss of agency, loss of control.
- [ #f7941d ] : [ #fdc68a ]

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

C.

[ POWERS ]

Heatsink | A human heat capacitor, including the ability to acquire, retain, and expel heat energy.

- Siphon | Heat energy can be sourced from most other forms of energy, including open flames, live wires, humid air, sunny days, and even warm bodies. Requires direct contact.
= Store | Accumulated energy can be metabolized, and thus diminished over a period of time. The stockpiled heat cannot be felt by touch, but can be detected by thermal vision.
+ Scorch | Heat energy can be emitted from anywhere, but is most efficiently done so from the hands, causing visible shimmering in the air - if not outright igniting it.

Breathe

C: bonkalore

Note that breathing fire is not great at range, and is the most inefficient of his techniques. It does make him feel cool though!

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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3_/10 | Being only of average fitness, Gene's strength advantage comes from being able to soften metals by applying heat, or weaken opponents by sapping their energy.

[ AGILITY ]
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3_/10 | Gene is naturally agile for a human, and flexible enough to be difficult to pin down, but nothing outside mundane possibility. His real bonus comes from his heat-powered jump boots, allowing him to quickly close the distance needed to make use of his power or escape close quarters in a hurry. (With armor? 5_/10.)

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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2_/10 | Having gone to a normal high school, Gene graduated with high marks, but he's avoided heroism courses and associated training for long enough to leave him disadvantaged.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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4_/10 | With clever applications of heat Gene can cut a few holes in the wall, but no more so than any would-be arsonist with a blowtorch. That said, the power of setting things on fire or sucking the energy out of an important generator isn't to be underestimated.

[ LETHALITY ]
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6_/10 | Gene has only two options for powered combat; siphon or scorch. With skin contact he can leech the heat energy out of a person, usually enough to make them stiff and pained for a short time, but in extreme cases he can leave them hypothermic enough that ice crystals form in their blood - though he requires multiple points of contact across the majority of the body to make it effective. On the opposite scale he can apply searing heat at a touch, light enough to gently warm a room or hot enough to blacken flesh in moments.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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6_/10 | It requires active, conscious thought to absorb energy, but Gene is quick enough that unless he's unconscious he won't be surprised easily. Provided he's pulling in heat energy along where the strike hits him, he's effectively immune to most forms of energy attacks.

[ EFFICACY ]
■■■■■□□□□□

5_/10 | Gene's powers are in a constant balancing act; store too little heat and he's useless, but store too much and he becomes unstable. However, he has enough ways to acquire and expel heat that it isn't a problem outside of hasty and chaotic encounters.

[ SKILLS ]

+ Dance | Gene attended dance classes in school, which has turned out to be surprisingly comparable to the acrobatics found in gymnastics and martial arts.
+ Video | The long hours sunk into SunshowerLive have given him an edge handling tech commonly used for editing, recording, communicating, and coding.
+ Music | Gene was trained in three instruments; bass, guitar, and drums, and created a few of his own songs on his internet platform.
+ Archer | Recently he learned to use a bow and arrow at a convention abroad, and now continues to practice - totally recreationally.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

+ Booster Boots | Gene's hero suit comes with a pair of sleek boots with slight heels to them. They contain a propulsion system powered and controlled by his own heat energy.
+ Immolation Mesh | The suit is covered by a thin fabric mesh that is highly flammable and can be triggered to ignite on command, giving him a fresh source of heat to siphon.

Relations

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[ Heatsink ]

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[ Harmse Family ]

[ "They joined a cult, do I even need to say anything?" ]
[ Matthys Harmse has practically vanished from Gene's life, despite having each other's number and address. He has a lot of mixed feelings about his father, the whole cult thing is the least of the factors making up their estrangement. He's most upset the man just... let him go. Hope Harmse is an entirely different obstacle; she works as a personal assistant in H.E.R.O. and has strong opinions about heroes and how her son should be one. His disinterest in the profession is entirely her fault, and she hasn't been easy to deal with during the early, messy days of his childhood, but at least she's still around. After his accident they've become closer, and though he'd never admit it, maybe she was right about the hero thing. ]

[ Render ]

[ "Very nice. Bit of a godsend at the moment actually." ]
[ Gene knew Nilin in high school. They were both kids with superhuman powers that didn't go to the Academy, and he remembers her as being kind and confident. They've recently reconnected through text and Gene hopes he'll finally have someone on his side when he joins her at H.E.R.O.. No pressure, but he's kind of pulling a Leia here - "Help me, Nilin Hong. You're my only hope that this doesn't end in tears." ]

[ Starbright ]

[ "Great. No, really, just great. Ugh." ]
[ Contacting Starbright in a desperate bid not to be completely fresh and useless at his mother's mercy in H.E.R.O., Gene had hoped the Foundation would be helpful. In many ways, they have been, but being so new with a less than impressive power... Well, he's certainly learned how out of his depth he is, and if Starbright continues to be so aloof and shallow about his new career then Gene's screwed. ]

[ Dawnbreaker ]

[ "Unbelievable." ]
[ Lucas Vandermon is an entitled little rich boy that has gotten everything he wanted out of life and Gene hates his guts. He didn't want to be a hero, and now his primary role model at the Foundation is the antithesis of all his hopes and dreams. Lucas has all the advantages Gene denied himself; he's pursuing his dream, he went to the Academy, he's extroverted and popular, and he even has a better power. Gene isn't sure if he's green with disgust or envy at this point. He's trying not to think about it. ]

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Heatsink

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C: thuban_x

Heatsink

"Nope. Didn't happen. No idea what you're talkin' about." [Internal panic intensifies.]

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[ NAME ]

Genesis Loveday Harmse.

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Heatsink.

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Gene, Sunny, @sunshowertv.

[ AGE ]

20.

[ GENDER ]

he/they.

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O., Starbright Foundation, SunshowerLive

[ APPEARANCE ]

Gene is on the tall side, an even 180 cm, or 5'11, and he maintains a mediocre level of fitness. Though he is not particularly defined, he is relatively in shape, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. Gene has thick dark hair that he keeps short, but he doesn't spend much time styling it, leaving it messy out of laziness, and the same can be said of his face; he is almost never clean shaven, but neither is it long or bushy, instead he's commonly seen with a smattering of sparse stubble and haphazard sideburns. His skin is pale from being a bit of a shut-in, and it does him no favors when he blushes, even a light flush will turn him red from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his chest. His most notable features are his eyes, which are an obvious and unmistakable crimson- and when he uses his powers, they flare with a fiery-orange glow.

Casual

C: NaitouRSE

His eyesight is not particularly good, so Gene wears thin wire-frame glasses to read, and puts in contacts when he needs to dress up - or suit up. As far as clothing styles, Gene's closet is heavily influenced by his younger self's questionable fashion sense; there's nothing quite witch-y or gothic left, but there's a distinct dark academia vibe he puts off wearing the remnants of slim steampunk vests and sharp Victorian collars. He has his fair share of hoodies and sweaters these days, but even still he rarely strays from the almost Transylvanian color palette; all dark reds, deep blacks, and stark whites.

Hero

C: Nick Tagney

Gene's H.E.R.O. suit is a much different look, a full body suit clad in heavy gray metals, somber orange panels, and electric blue lights. It's altogether a sleek armor set, though most of its space is dedicated to thermal regulation and a few techy aids. The gloves are almost never worn, instead carried in his pockets in case he needs them. The helmet is modular, coming in separate pieces for different occasions; the eye protecting tinted visor with integrated HUD is one piece, with a similar lower mouth guard, complete with a solid metal chin guard, a stiff neck brace, and a hidden communications device.

Helmet

C: Vladimir Kildiushkin

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

- Bashful | Gene is introverted and shy, making him easily flustered or off balanced. Complex social interactions are innately stressful to him, and situations requiring leadership or manipulation are doubly so.
- Complacent | Lazy isn't quite the right word, but Gene lacks motivation all the same. His drive to succeed comes purely from outside factors; simply pleasing his peers and trying to survive. Heroism isn't his dream and it shows.
- Amateur | Gene is inexperienced in his latest field, stemming only partly from his youth. His hobbies led him to develop more entertaining skills, and his powers were not fully explored, leaving him with a lot to catch up on.

+ Attentive | Observant and indulgent, Gene is a good friend - and a good spy. He's excellent at gathering and retaining information, as well as putting it to good use. That mostly goes for people, but he's not bad at spotting unusual clues or finding hidden objects either.
+ Clever | A problem solver through and through, he's smart and capable of coming up with original ideas and useful solutions. Gene can invent a new and unique application of his powers on the fly, or take advantage of loopholes, reason his way out of a hostile confrontation - he always has an answer, provided he can keep his cool long enough to look for one.
+ Sincere | In truth Gene is a fantastic liar, and though he values honesty much more he's a natural at deception. Still, he prefers authentic people, and holds those who place themselves at a disadvantage by being forthright in high honor.

[ BIO ]

As you might expect of someone with the name Genesis Loveday Harmse, his parents were a bit... out there. His father was a former military man named Matthys Harmse who went by 'Harm' and his mother was an immigrant named Aelita Chernova who changed her name to 'Hope'. After his father left the military they joined a very cultish new-age religious commune, which Gene was born into. The less said about his childhood there the better, and thankfully they moved back to the city when he was just entering double digits. Unfortunately his parents couldn't cope, blaming each other and themselves for various nonsensical cultish things Gene still doesn't get. It was made even worse when his father, now going by a more normal 'Matt', started working as a manager for a robotics manufacturing company supplying e-Police to the city, and his mother started working as a personal assistant in the H.E.R.O. HQ.

Needless to say, anything his parents were doing held explicitly zero interest to a teenage Gene, especially heroes. Even his manifesting powers as a first-gen superhuman couldn't get more than a few moments of reluctant consideration for the profession. He went as far as refusing entry into the Academy for Junior Heroes just to drive the point home. Instead he dived into the internet, which hadn't been freely available back in Eden's Park, and obsessed over entertainment in all it's 'unholy' forms. By fifteen he was making his own videos and hosting his own streams and blogs. He dabbled in music and gaming and acting, networking with other kids on a variety of platforms for greater exposure. There was a level of comfort in being behind a screen and still being able to reach people, and so he started to help them in his own ways; charity streams and community games and merch giveaways and product reviews. Information and entertainment was his whole thing, and while he wasn't explicitly famous, he had a moderate following across the world and ran in enough of the more popular circles that he wasn't a total unknown to those with the right interests.

By the time he was eighteen he was a mildly successful vlogger known by the handle '@sunshowertv', or just 'Sunny', and had his own platform called SunshowerLive. His next step, now that he was of age and finished with his required schooling, was to take a year off before college and travel some of the world. It didn't quite go as planned; he met some fans, ran a lot of streams, made some vlogs, visited monuments and conventions, and then... there was an accident.

Gene didn't mess with his powers. Sure, when he was a kid he'd suck the life out of some batteries and then breathe fire like a dragon, and he had a couple parlor tricks where he made his eyes glow or turned a glass of water into ice when no one was looking, but those weren't anything worthwhile. So, whilst traveling on a hot train in a hot country on a hot day, Gene realized maybe he should have tested things a little more... intelligently. He'd avoided his powers like the plague, and anything that would encourage his mother's wish for him to be a hero were similarly neglected, but this time he started losing control and that had never happened before. In the aftermath five people suffered severe burns, an entire train car and section of the track had been melted clean through, and Gene himself spent a month in a coma.

There was now an argument he couldn't win. He needed to learn control, and he his powers were capable of a lot more than he thought they were. His mother was finally going to get what she wanted, but if he was going to be a hero he was going to do it his way. During his recovery he reconnected with an old high school friend; Nilin Hong, a kind and open girl who he had learned was becoming a hero herself. He never confided why he had changed his mind about becoming a hero, merely that he soon would be joining her at the company and that he could use a familiar face when he did. There was also a certain organization he'd taken note of in the past, lingering on the periphery of his online channel's various charity drives and community events; the Starbright Foundation. If he was being honest, Gene needed a bit of a primer on the hero scene and a helping hand that wouldn't be overseen by his H.E.R.O. employee mother, so he contacted the Foundation in hopes they could offer a bit of advice and guidance.

Between becoming reacquainted with Nilin, joining Starbright, healing from his injuries, and training his powers, Gene had no more time for SunshowerLive, which had been on mysterious hiatus since his accident. His close friends and regular vlog partners were made aware of what happened, but were asked to keep it quiet. Despite the scarce rumors, or perhaps because of them, Gene has become the subject of incessant conspiracy and speculation. He has yet to act on any advice from the Starbright Foundation regarding his platform.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

- Born on April 13^th, an Aries.
- Pansexual, open to romantic partners.
- Likes books, music, video games, tv shows, and films.
- Dislikes cars, trains, crowds, guns, and alcohol.
- Fears loss of agency, loss of control.
- [ #f7941d ] : [ #fdc68a ]

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

C.

[ POWERS ]

Heatsink | A human heat capacitor, including the ability to acquire, retain, and expel heat energy.

- Siphon | Heat energy can be sourced from most other forms of energy, including open flames, live wires, humid air, sunny days, and even warm bodies. Requires direct contact.
= Store | Accumulated energy can be metabolized, and thus diminished over a period of time. The stockpiled heat cannot be felt by touch, but can be detected by thermal vision.
+ Scorch | Heat energy can be emitted from anywhere, but is most efficiently done so from the hands, causing visible shimmering in the air - if not outright igniting it.

Breathe

C: bonkalore

Note that breathing fire is not great at range, and is the most inefficient of his techniques. It does make him feel cool though!

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
■■■□□□□□□□

3_/10 | Being only of average fitness, Gene's strength advantage comes from being able to soften metals by applying heat, or weaken opponents by sapping their energy.

[ AGILITY ]
■■■□□□□□□□

3_/10 | Gene is naturally agile for a human, and flexible enough to be difficult to pin down, but nothing outside mundane possibility. His real bonus comes from his heat-powered jump boots, allowing him to quickly close the distance needed to make use of his power or escape close quarters in a hurry. (With armor? 5_/10.)

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
■■□□□□□□□□

2_/10 | Having gone to a normal high school, Gene graduated with high marks, but he's avoided heroism courses and associated training for long enough to leave him disadvantaged.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
■■■■□□□□□□

4_/10 | With clever applications of heat Gene can cut a few holes in the wall, but no more so than any would-be arsonist with a blowtorch. That said, the power of setting things on fire or sucking the energy out of an important generator isn't to be underestimated.

[ LETHALITY ]
■■■■■■□□□□

6_/10 | Gene has only two options for powered combat; siphon or scorch. With skin contact he can leech the heat energy out of a person, usually enough to make them stiff and pained for a short time, but in extreme cases he can leave them hypothermic enough that ice crystals form in their blood - though he requires multiple points of contact across the majority of the body to make it effective. On the opposite scale he can apply searing heat at a touch, light enough to gently warm a room or hot enough to blacken flesh in moments.

[ ENDURANCE ]
■■■■■■□□□□

6_/10 | It requires active, conscious thought to absorb energy, but Gene is quick enough that unless he's unconscious he won't be surprised easily. Provided he's pulling in heat energy along where the strike hits him, he's effectively immune to most forms of energy attacks.

[ EFFICACY ]
■■■■■□□□□□

5_/10 | Gene's powers are in a constant balancing act; store too little heat and he's useless, but store too much and he becomes unstable. However, he has enough ways to acquire and expel heat that it isn't a problem outside of hasty and chaotic encounters.

[ SKILLS ]

+ Dance | Gene attended dance classes in school, which has turned out to be surprisingly comparable to the acrobatics found in gymnastics and martial arts.
+ Video | The long hours sunk into SunshowerLive have given him an edge handling tech commonly used for editing, recording, communicating, and coding.
+ Music | Gene was trained in three instruments; bass, guitar, and drums, and created a few of his own songs on his internet platform.
+ Archer | Recently he learned to use a bow and arrow at a convention abroad, and now continues to practice - totally recreationally.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

+ Booster Boots | Gene's hero suit comes with a pair of sleek boots with slight heels to them. They contain a propulsion system powered and controlled by his own heat energy.
+ Immolation Mesh | The suit is covered by a thin fabric mesh that is highly flammable and can be triggered to ignite on command, giving him a fresh source of heat to siphon.

Relations

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[ Heatsink ]

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[ Harmse Family ]

[ "They joined a cult, do I even need to say anything?" ]
[ Matthys Harmse has practically vanished from Gene's life, despite having each other's number and address. He has a lot of mixed feelings about his father, the whole cult thing is the least of the factors making up their estrangement. He's most upset the man just... let him go. Hope Harmse is an entirely different obstacle; she works as a personal assistant in H.E.R.O. and has strong opinions about heroes and how her son should be one. His disinterest in the profession is entirely her fault, and she hasn't been easy to deal with during the early, messy days of his childhood, but at least she's still around. After his accident they've become closer, and though he'd never admit it, maybe she was right about the hero thing. ]

[ Render ]

[ "Very nice. Bit of a godsend at the moment actually." ]
[ Gene knew Nilin in high school. They were both kids with superhuman powers that didn't go to the Academy, and he remembers her as being kind and confident. They've recently reconnected through text and Gene hopes he'll finally have someone on his side when he joins her at H.E.R.O.. No pressure, but he's kind of pulling a Leia here - "Help me, Nilin Hong. You're my only hope that this doesn't end in tears." ]

[ Starbright ]

[ "Great. No, really, just great. Ugh." ]
[ Contacting Starbright in a desperate bid not to be completely fresh and useless at his mother's mercy in H.E.R.O., Gene had hoped the Foundation would be helpful. In many ways, they have been, but being so new with a less than impressive power... Well, he's certainly learned how out of his depth he is, and if Starbright continues to be so aloof and shallow about his new career then Gene's screwed. ]

[ Dawnbreaker ]

[ "Unbelievable." ]
[ Lucas Vandermon is an entitled little rich boy that has gotten everything he wanted out of life and Gene hates his guts. He didn't want to be a hero, and now his primary role model at the Foundation is the antithesis of all his hopes and dreams. Lucas has all the advantages Gene denied himself; he's pursuing his dream, he went to the Academy, he's extroverted and popular, and he even has a better power. Gene isn't sure if he's green with disgust or envy at this point. He's trying not to think about it. ]

Ceta's Whale Palace

Heatsink

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C: thuban_x

Heatsink

"Nope. Didn't happen. No idea what you're talkin' about." [Internal panic intensifies.]

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[ NAME ]

Genesis Loveday Harmse.

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Heatsink.

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Gene, Sunny, @sunshowertv.

[ AGE ]

20.

[ GENDER ]

he/they.

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O., Starbright Foundation, SunshowerLive

[ APPEARANCE ]

Gene is on the tall side, an even 180 cm, or 5'11, and he maintains a mediocre level of fitness. Though he is not particularly defined, he is relatively in shape, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. Gene has thick dark hair that he keeps short, but he doesn't spend much time styling it, leaving it messy out of laziness, and the same can be said of his face; he is almost never clean shaven, but neither is it long or bushy, instead he's commonly seen with a smattering of sparse stubble and haphazard sideburns. His skin is pale from being a bit of a shut-in, and it does him no favors when he blushes, even a light flush will turn him red from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his chest. His most notable features are his eyes, which are an obvious and unmistakable crimson- and when he uses his powers, they flare with a fiery-orange glow.

Casual

C: NaitouRSE

His eyesight is not particularly good, so Gene wears thin wire-frame glasses to read, and puts in contacts when he needs to dress up - or suit up. As far as clothing styles, Gene's closet is heavily influenced by his younger self's questionable fashion sense; there's nothing quite witch-y or gothic left, but there's a distinct dark academia vibe he puts off wearing the remnants of slim steampunk vests and sharp Victorian collars. He has his fair share of hoodies and sweaters these days, but even still he rarely strays from the almost Transylvanian color palette; all dark reds, deep blacks, and stark whites.

Hero

C: Nick Tagney

Gene's H.E.R.O. suit is a much different look, a full body suit clad in heavy gray metals, somber orange panels, and electric blue lights. It's altogether a sleek armor set, though most of its space is dedicated to thermal regulation and a few techy aids. The gloves are almost never worn, instead carried in his pockets in case he needs them. The helmet is modular, coming in separate pieces for different occasions; the eye protecting tinted visor with integrated HUD is one piece, with a similar lower mouth guard, complete with a solid metal chin guard, a stiff neck brace, and a hidden communications device.

Helmet

C: Vladimir Kildiushkin

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

- Bashful | Gene is introverted and shy, making him easily flustered or off balanced. Complex social interactions are innately stressful to him, and situations requiring leadership or manipulation are doubly so.
- Complacent | Lazy isn't quite the right word, but Gene lacks motivation all the same. His drive to succeed comes purely from outside factors; simply pleasing his peers and trying to survive. Heroism isn't his dream and it shows.
- Amateur | Gene is inexperienced in his latest field, stemming only partly from his youth. His hobbies led him to develop more entertaining skills, and his powers were not fully explored, leaving him with a lot to catch up on.

+ Attentive | Observant and indulgent, Gene is a good friend - and a good spy. He's excellent at gathering and retaining information, as well as putting it to good use. That mostly goes for people, but he's not bad at spotting unusual clues or finding hidden objects either.
+ Clever | A problem solver through and through, he's smart and capable of coming up with original ideas and useful solutions. Gene can invent a new and unique application of his powers on the fly, or take advantage of loopholes, reason his way out of a hostile confrontation - he always has an answer, provided he can keep his cool long enough to look for one.
+ Sincere | In truth Gene is a fantastic liar, and though he values honesty much more he's a natural at deception. Still, he prefers authentic people, and holds those who place themselves at a disadvantage by being forthright in high honor.

[ BIO ]

As you might expect of someone with the name Genesis Loveday Harmse, his parents were a bit... out there. His father was a former military man named Matthys Harmse who went by 'Harm' and his mother was an immigrant named Aelita Chernova who changed her name to 'Hope'. After his father left the military they joined a very cultish new-age religious commune, which Gene was born into. The less said about his childhood there the better, and thankfully they moved back to the city when he was just entering double digits. Unfortunately his parents couldn't cope, blaming each other and themselves for various nonsensical cultish things Gene still doesn't get. It was made even worse when his father, now going by a more normal 'Matt', started working as a manager for a robotics manufacturing company supplying e-Police to the city, and his mother started working as a personal assistant in the H.E.R.O. HQ.

Needless to say, anything his parents were doing held explicitly zero interest to a teenage Gene, especially heroes. Even his manifesting powers as a first-gen superhuman couldn't get more than a few moments of reluctant consideration for the profession. He went as far as refusing entry into the Academy for Junior Heroes just to drive the point home. Instead he dived into the internet, which hadn't been freely available back in Eden's Park, and obsessed over entertainment in all it's 'unholy' forms. By fifteen he was making his own videos and hosting his own streams and blogs. He dabbled in music and gaming and acting, networking with other kids on a variety of platforms for greater exposure. There was a level of comfort in being behind a screen and still being able to reach people, and so he started to help them in his own ways; charity streams and community games and merch giveaways and product reviews. Information and entertainment was his whole thing, and while he wasn't explicitly famous, he had a moderate following across the world and ran in enough of the more popular circles that he wasn't a total unknown to those with the right interests.

By the time he was eighteen he was a mildly successful vlogger known by the handle '@sunshowertv', or just 'Sunny', and had his own platform called SunshowerLive. His next step, now that he was of age and finished with his required schooling, was to take a year off before college and travel some of the world. It didn't quite go as planned; he met some fans, ran a lot of streams, made some vlogs, visited monuments and conventions, and then... there was an accident.

Gene didn't mess with his powers. Sure, when he was a kid he'd suck the life out of some batteries and then breathe fire like a dragon, and he had a couple parlor tricks where he made his eyes glow or turned a glass of water into ice when no one was looking, but those weren't anything worthwhile. So, whilst traveling on a hot train in a hot country on a hot day, Gene realized maybe he should have tested things a little more... intelligently. He'd avoided his powers like the plague, and anything that would encourage his mother's wish for him to be a hero were similarly neglected, but this time he started losing control and that had never happened before. In the aftermath five people suffered severe burns, an entire train car and section of the track had been melted clean through, and Gene himself spent a month in a coma.

There was now an argument he couldn't win. He needed to learn control, and he his powers were capable of a lot more than he thought they were. His mother was finally going to get what she wanted, but if he was going to be a hero he was going to do it his way. During his recovery he reconnected with an old high school friend; Nilin Hong, a kind and open girl who he had learned was becoming a hero herself. He never confided why he had changed his mind about becoming a hero, merely that he soon would be joining her at the company and that he could use a familiar face when he did. There was also a certain organization he'd taken note of in the past, lingering on the periphery of his online channel's various charity drives and community events; the Starbright Foundation. If he was being honest, Gene needed a bit of a primer on the hero scene and a helping hand that wouldn't be overseen by his H.E.R.O. employee mother, so he contacted the Foundation in hopes they could offer a bit of advice and guidance.

Between becoming reacquainted with Nilin, joining Starbright, healing from his injuries, and training his powers, Gene had no more time for SunshowerLive, which had been on mysterious hiatus since his accident. His close friends and regular vlog partners were made aware of what happened, but were asked to keep it quiet. Despite the scarce rumors, or perhaps because of them, Gene has become the subject of incessant conspiracy and speculation. He has yet to act on any advice from the Starbright Foundation regarding his platform.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

- Born on April 13^th, an Aries.
- Pansexual, open to romantic partners.
- Likes books, music, video games, tv shows, and films.
- Dislikes cars, trains, crowds, guns, and alcohol.
- Fears loss of agency, loss of control.
- [ #f7941d ] : [ #fdc68a ]

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

C.

[ POWERS ]

Heatsink | A human heat capacitor, including the ability to acquire, retain, and expel heat energy.

- Siphon | Heat energy can be sourced from most other forms of energy, including open flames, live wires, humid air, sunny days, and even warm bodies. Requires direct contact.
= Store | Accumulated energy can be metabolized, and thus diminished over a period of time. The stockpiled heat cannot be felt by touch, but can be detected by thermal vision.
+ Scorch | Heat energy can be emitted from anywhere, but is most efficiently done so from the hands, causing visible shimmering in the air - if not outright igniting it.

Breathe

C: bonkalore

Note that breathing fire is not great at range, and is the most inefficient of his techniques. It does make him feel cool though!

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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3_/10 | Being only of average fitness, Gene's strength advantage comes from being able to soften metals by applying heat, or weaken opponents by sapping their energy.

[ AGILITY ]
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3_/10 | Gene is naturally agile for a human, and flexible enough to be difficult to pin down, but nothing outside mundane possibility. His real bonus comes from his heat-powered jump boots, allowing him to quickly close the distance needed to make use of his power or escape close quarters in a hurry. (With armor? 5_/10.)

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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2_/10 | Having gone to a normal high school, Gene graduated with high marks, but he's avoided heroism courses and associated training for long enough to leave him disadvantaged.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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4_/10 | With clever applications of heat Gene can cut a few holes in the wall, but no more so than any would-be arsonist with a blowtorch. That said, the power of setting things on fire or sucking the energy out of an important generator isn't to be underestimated.

[ LETHALITY ]
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6_/10 | Gene has only two options for powered combat; siphon or scorch. With skin contact he can leech the heat energy out of a person, usually enough to make them stiff and pained for a short time, but in extreme cases he can leave them hypothermic enough that ice crystals form in their blood - though he requires multiple points of contact across the majority of the body to make it effective. On the opposite scale he can apply searing heat at a touch, light enough to gently warm a room or hot enough to blacken flesh in moments.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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6_/10 | It requires active, conscious thought to absorb energy, but Gene is quick enough that unless he's unconscious he won't be surprised easily. Provided he's pulling in heat energy along where the strike hits him, he's effectively immune to most forms of energy attacks.

[ EFFICACY ]
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5_/10 | Gene's powers are in a constant balancing act; store too little heat and he's useless, but store too much and he becomes unstable. However, he has enough ways to acquire and expel heat that it isn't a problem outside of hasty and chaotic encounters.

[ SKILLS ]

+ Dance | Gene attended dance classes in school, which has turned out to be surprisingly comparable to the acrobatics found in gymnastics and martial arts.
+ Video | The long hours sunk into SunshowerLive have given him an edge handling tech commonly used for editing, recording, communicating, and coding.
+ Music | Gene was trained in three instruments; bass, guitar, and drums, and created a few of his own songs on his internet platform.
+ Archer | Recently he learned to use a bow and arrow at a convention abroad, and now continues to practice - totally recreationally.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

+ Booster Boots | Gene's hero suit comes with a pair of sleek boots with slight heels to them. They contain a propulsion system powered and controlled by his own heat energy.
+ Immolation Mesh | The suit is covered by a thin fabric mesh that is highly flammable and can be triggered to ignite on command, giving him a fresh source of heat to siphon.

Relations

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[ Heatsink ]

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[ Harmse Family ]

[ "They joined a cult, do I even need to say anything?" ]
[ Matthys Harmse has practically vanished from Gene's life, despite having each other's number and address. He has a lot of mixed feelings about his father, the whole cult thing is the least of the factors making up their estrangement. He's most upset the man just... let him go. Hope Harmse is an entirely different obstacle; she works as a personal assistant in H.E.R.O. and has strong opinions about heroes and how her son should be one. His disinterest in the profession is entirely her fault, and she hasn't been easy to deal with during the early, messy days of his childhood, but at least she's still around. After his accident they've become closer, and though he'd never admit it, maybe she was right about the hero thing. ]

[ Render ]

[ "Very nice. Bit of a godsend at the moment actually." ]
[ Gene knew Nilin in high school. They were both kids with superhuman powers that didn't go to the Academy, and he remembers her as being kind and confident. They've recently reconnected through text and Gene hopes he'll finally have someone on his side when he joins her at H.E.R.O.. No pressure, but he's kind of pulling a Leia here - "Help me, Nilin Hong. You're my only hope that this doesn't end in tears." ]

[ Starbright ]

[ "Great. No, really, just great. Ugh." ]
[ Contacting Starbright in a desperate bid not to be completely fresh and useless at his mother's mercy in H.E.R.O., Gene had hoped the Foundation would be helpful. In many ways, they have been, but being so new with a less than impressive power... Well, he's certainly learned how out of his depth he is, and if Starbright continues to be so aloof and shallow about his new career then Gene's screwed. ]

[ Dawnbreaker ]

[ "Unbelievable." ]
[ Lucas Vandermon is an entitled little rich boy that has gotten everything he wanted out of life and Gene hates his guts. He didn't want to be a hero, and now his primary role model at the Foundation is the antithesis of all his hopes and dreams. Lucas has all the advantages Gene denied himself; he's pursuing his dream, he went to the Academy, he's extroverted and popular, and he even has a better power. Gene isn't sure if he's green with disgust or envy at this point. He's trying not to think about it. ]

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

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"Luego, boludo!" A pair of richly dressed girls called cheerfully, steps jangling as an assortment of shiny metal bands around their ankles clacked together with every step.

Locke smirked, but didn't respond to the parting jab as Ash and Mai split off, giggling as they ducked into an alley. Mai's scales, the transparent skin-like kind, glittered as she passed under a neon light, while Ash's black cat tail curled playfully as he watched them go. He'd long grown used to the quirky physiology of his friends and former coworkers, he didn't even think twice about it anymore, except maybe a pang of longing when he missed his fangs, he'd just had them for so long not having them was unnerving.

At his side another girl, dressed like Locke himself was in dark, baggy clothes, gave him an awkward smile. Her name was Jana, only barely old enough to be employed by the Glitters properly, and today had been her first day. "C'mon," he said lightly, "let's find a vendor in the square and I'll buy you lunch." Her smile became a bit more genuine as she nodded silently.

The baggy wardrobe had been his idea; first timers were eased into the business, so her first shift was only half of the normal schedule, which meant she'd probably end up walking alone in the cold at the busiest time of day. Not the moment to be caught in a skimpy Glitters uniform in the kind of neighborhood she came from, so when Jemma gave him a call to take care of the fresh recruit he couldn't in good conscience turn her down. So, under his advice, Jana had come prepared with a change of warm clothes, a knife in her back pocket, and all the necessary nick-knacks he'd found useful himself when he was just starting out.

He led her through the crowd confidently, long used to the rush of Takari Square, to a little fire-escape poking off one of the alleys. It led to what was essentially an out-door bar... if you wanted to be generous. There were only four seats, one of which was claimed by an extremely tired looking old woman probably on her lunch break, and behind the scuffed metal tabletop was a hallway and a closet - or rather the closet was actually a mini-kitchen with all the fittings, but it looked like a closet anyways. The man behind the counter was just as old as the other customer, but he was spry in a way that few were at that age, rising from his stool eagerly as soon as Locke and Jana came into view.

"Mr. Mbege!" Locke greeted with forced cheer - the man was annoyingly friendly, but he made good take-out at least.

"Hey there Locke!" Mr. Mbege returned, practically glowing. He wasn't sure if that was from the overhead light being far too bright or if he was just that energetic. "Who's your new friend?!"

A quick glance confirmed that Jana didn't want to be stuck conversing with the guy any more than Locke did. He resolved wo make it as quick and painless as possible; "Mr. Mbege, this is Jana. Jane, Mr. Mbege." He quickly introduced, and then continued before the stall-owner could continue. "She's had a bit of a long day today, so we're just going to get something quick so she can get home, yeah?"

Mr. Mbege was already nodding, dreads flying from his enthusiastic understanding. "Wiped out already are ya? I know how that is! When I was your age it was always go-go-go, run myself ragged by noon and then fresh as a daisy by midnight with nothing to do!" The man was already puttering over to his closet- or kitchen-set, whatever, and was stashing miscellaneous food stuffs into little shiny take-out boxes that were mostly foil with stringy handles. "The usual for the both of ya, aye Locke?"

"Er, right. Thanks, Mr. Mbege." Jana watched on silently, torn between interest and exhaustion. Then she remembered her manners and chimed in softly: "Yes, thank you Mr. Mbege."

He went on in a mostly incoherent babble all the while, waving off their niceties and speaking about something or other that neither of them could follow. In short order they were trooping back down the fire escape to ground level and were immediately assaulted by the bustle of the square all over again.

Jana was just starting to open up to him, commiserating via complaints about the day dragging on, when something... unusual happened. There was a sound like a roar, and then everything seemed to twist.

Dull whiteness faded and converged several times before Locke jerked into true awareness, mind plagued by uncertain visions. Around him was chaos, a cacophony of motion and noise that didn't match quite right with his previous recollections of this place.

Is... I'm in Takari Square? Right, with Jana- where's Jana?

Fire, rubble, ash, and bodies. He did not like the implications of that mix. "Ja-" he coughed, voice rough and dry. He cleared it and tried again, "Jana?" He called, climbing to his feet and dusting off the worst of the dirt on his face.

Something else exploded, several somethings probably, and Locke was knocked on his ass once again, tripping over a brick of concrete. Only when he hit the ground and the world snapped back into focus did he realize how blurry everything had become. "Jana?!" He called again, climbing to his feet, "What the fuck?" Everything was rapidly descending into total anarchy, and the advance of soldiers and mechs definitely didn't help. He had just realized that said soldiers were attacking the victims instead of helping when a glowing blur of silver let out a war-cry he was too far away to understand and charged the armed men. It only seemed to heighten the madness.

Then he saw Jana. Just out of the corner of his eye, looking disheveled but fine. He cried her name out again and hopped over a piece of twisted metal to reach her. "Jana! Are you alright?! We've gotta get you to Jemma-" and then he touched her, just a tap on her arm to guide her away, and he recognized whatever he was touching wasn't Jana. Then, poof... Like a bubble bursting she was gone, and Locke stared at his hands in bemusement as he felt a weird tension fade from his mind. Strange, because he hadn't noticed it before. He turned, looking around utterly lost. What was that, if not Jana? Why did it... break?

"LOCKE!" A voice called from behind him, high pitched and afraid. He spun, shocked from his confusion, and then paled. Jana was running to him, trying to at least, her legs were bleeding and trembling, and trio of large soldier-types were charging after her. Locke froze, trying to assess, but it was already to late. The man in the lead swiped with a baton and caught the young girl at the base of her skull. Something snapped loudly, and Jana fell forward with a gurgle and a wet croak.

The men's eyes rose from her fallen form to stare directly at Locke. "Fuck." He swore, and turned to run, and immediately tripped and fell flat on his face. A steady litany of curses spilled from his lips as he hastily scrambled to his feet and darted for cover. Unfortunately the only close way out of the square was now blocked by violent soldiers, so his cover was only found further in. A whistle of something flew right past his head just as he dove, maybe it was nothing, or maybe it was a fucking gunshot. Locke took no chances and twisted around another piece of concrete only to come face to face with another corpse.

This one is one of theirs at least, he thought vindictively. A man in soldier's gear with a clear hole in his helmet. Locke didn't think twice about snatching the man's gun and darting past without a single pitying thought. Faintly he could hear shouting back the way he'd come from, and a peak out of his hiding spot confirmed that the trio that had fired at him were distracted by something else. Taking his lucky break while he had it he sprinted across the square towards where he saw a devastated statue and a few people hunkered down- scratch that, a couple people hunkered down and one person dying if not already dead. Seeing that none of them were in the uniform of the dickheads killing everyone he started cursing under his breath again as he advanced steadily towards them. By now he had ascended from being afraid to being well and truly pissed. "Anybody know what the fuck is happening?" He asked tightly, interrupting something about windows, tone sharp and hasty from adrenaline.

He was already taking in the scene and was pretty sure nobody but the meatheads beating everyone down knew anything. He could hope he was wrong at least, and if not? Hello meat shields.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Locke Turner

_{L O C K E T U R N E R
◄ 25 ▎ MALE - FTM ▎ 6" - 182.5 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Locke is something of a starving artist, fitting into the stereotype both at first impression and as others learn more about him. He's often been described as being prone to ruminations and brooding, dedicated to his craft, and, of course, he's always had a signficant dearth of funds preventing him from fully realizing his dreams. Part of that perception stems from his appearance; dressed in plain clothes of solid colors, usually dark tones, all of them too loose or too tight, with a carefully trimmed face and messily tangled hair. Pretty, in his own way, and boyishly charming in his mannerisms. When he interacts with someone he does it with an attentive focus that can as intimidating as it is flattering, and his voice has a steady and clear quality to it that is nice, but high and sharp enough to seem mismatched to his more staid demeanor.

Constantly faced with new and unfortunate twists of fate, Locke is somewhat jaded to the misfortune of others, and reacts to his own woes with a mix of feigned nonchalance and resigned challenge. He's certainly not unused to fighting for every advantage or roughed-up speck of luck. The truth of his emotions can be hard to pin down, too often he straddles a line between avoidance and acceptance, a balancing act that works well for him... most of the time. Sometimes his little balancing act only lets his troubles stew into a cloud of tension that is difficult to work through.

As a general rule Locke is almost always presenting as relaxed and calm, lazy even, though in the privacy of his own head he's more mentally focused, quick-witted and easily distracted by errant thoughts. The exception to the rule is found when making his art; the composed mask of a man unfazed falls away, along with the rest of the world, leaving him bare and true to his feelings, allowing him a chance to really connect with his own emotions in a way that is as terrifying as it is liberating.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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A little orphan boy from a little orphan gang, for the most part anyway. His parents died when he was thirteen, and he was never told why, just shuffled along by an enforcer to an orphanage, along with his younger half-brother Keith. The matron noted their names down and promptly forgot about them, allowing them to be recruited into a proto-gang of thieving children and disappear onto the streets of New Brazil for hours at a time. Hours became days, days weeks, and then... well, then came Hook. He was an older boy, new to the orphanage, though definitely from the same streets Locke came from, instead he was a rougher sort, but they were instant friends. Hook, first name Gage, was more ambitious and street smart than any of the other kids, and he took over their little clan of criminal urchins and taught them all the tips and tricks to really suck them into a life of crime.

They called themselves the Battery, puns and japes about baseball and all the related gimmicks became their lingo. They were still little more than orphan ruffians, but with a swish name and a cooler, older kid egging them on? Locke and his brother quickly got themselves into more trouble than they could handle and only the intervention of one Jemma Reyes saved them from a disastrous end. Their "gang" was hired hired as lookouts and spies for an information dancer- no wait, a pole broker- nope still not right - a pole dancing information broker! Or something like that, Locke never did learn her official job description besides "looking pretty" and "recruiting gangsters at gun point" which was all he needed to know in all fairness. The Battery became subsumed by the Glitters, semi-adopted and semi-employed as "adorable little banditos".

At first Locke was more of an errand boy than anything else, until he began to truly get good at art and put his skills at design to work for the Glitters, improving their interior decor, advertisements, and other small things. Then, when that didn't pay enough and the Glitters decided he was age-appropriate they paid for his transition and in return he became a more direct entertainer, if a bit more low-key than the usual guises of Glitters' personnel. He had fangs added eventually, and then played up the "vampire" look for a bit with the red eyes and pale skin, occasionally mixing up hair colors, but never anything as extreme as the more extensive augments others preferred. He kept up with the other Battery kids, some of which had followed him to become more direct members of the Glitters and others, like Hook and his brother, that stayed more on the mercenary side of things. Sometimes he even joined in, when he was needed, or just when he wanted to, landing him more than a few offensive skill sets that proved useful way more than they ought to.

Things fell flat soon after his twenty-third birthday when Keith was killed. The details were sketchy and Hook was far too cagey for Locke's liking, ending their on-again off-again relationship on a particularly sour note. Keith had never liked Locke's sparse collection of augments, nor that Locke had practically given up on his art to be a piece of meat on display, so he stripped all of them out, returning to his natural coloration, reversed the fangs, and finally parted ways with the Glitters. Officially at least, he didn't leave his friends behind and occasionally took on small jobs for them, but for the most part he was independent for the first time in... ever.

Being independent sucked.

No money, no protection, no benefits - and he refused to work with that bastard Hook, a man he'd known and trusted for half his life but couldn't manage to spit out any details about why his only brother was dead. So he did literally anything else.

_{M E M O R I E S}

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• Ann and Jaime Turner: {Parents/Deceased} The Turners were more well to do than most, receiving a hefty paycheck for their work - not that Locke knows what that work was, just that his quality of life dropped drastically after they died. He still doesn't know the details, by the time he was old enough to demand more information he was too preoccupied to pursue it, and now whatever it was that led to their end has been thoroughly covered up.

• Keith Turner: {Half-Brother/Deceased} In a startling similarity that isn't lost on Locke, his brother Keith has also gone missing - presumed dead, if Hook is to be believed at least. Keith was the more serious and pragmatic of the two, and always encouraged his older brother to pursue the things that made him happy rather than settle for the hand fate had dealt him. Locke has taken that wish to heart since his death, better late than never right? So he hoped, anyway.

• Gage Hook: {Former Lover} Long-time childhood friend and fellow orphan, Hook was the one to raise him and the rest of the Battery from no-name street urchins to the Glitters' pets - and while that might not seem like an impressive niche it was one that kept them reasonably well-fed and protected. Now he runs what's left of the Battery as a militant group of infiltrators and mercenaries exclusive to the Glitters. Hook and Locke held a fractal relationship for years, never exclusive or serious, but always putting each other first. The death of Keith was followed by Hook's lackluster attempts to claim ignorance led to the dissolution of whatever confusing commitments the two had for each other.

• Jemma Reyes: {Former Boss} Jemma is low on the Glitters' totem pole, and given she hired the Battery that shows how much lower they are in comparison. She was a kind woman, but professional. Jemma protected her girls, and then also her boys when she hired the orphans, but she was never afraid to use them either. It meant something to Locke to be useful, to have his passions and skills taken seriously, but as time wore on he felt more and more like a tool than a person. He parted from Jemma and the Glitters on good terms, and sometimes still does work for them, but the times where Jemma called the shots in his life are over now.

• Slash: {Acquaintance} A common customer of the Glitters, Locke knows Slash only peripherally. The staff gossips and speculates, as with all the regulars, occasionally pooling their observations out of boredom and coming up with wild theories about his past. That said, the only thing Locke knows for sure is the man has a substance addiction or two.

_{P O W E R S}

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Photokinesis: Locke has the ability to manipulate light by creating photosensitive projections.

Techniques:

• Illusions: In effect Locke's projections are very tenuous force-fields that interact with light in unique ways and can be used to create false images around him. The illusions are fragile, but very convincing and require little effort to be detailed and life-like, enough to easily fool eyes and cameras alike. They can be created anywhere within his range of perception, be any size or shape, and can persist indefinitely unless disrupted or dismissed. More flexible projections can be "attached" to a target, which conform to it's shape and are harder to disrupt.
  
  • Limits: Projections can be disrupted by any small force, resisting breezes but falling apart at a gust of wind or even a gentle shove. Animated illusions have a faint heat-signature and require line-of-sight to maintain, becoming still once outside Locke's perception. Attached illusions are disrupted over a short amount of time, breaking quicker on more active targets. Projections have no sound, taste, or smell, and only the faintest tickling sensation if touched.

• Illumination: At short range Locke can create less complex projections that simply radiate light, from a dim firefly's glow to rays bright enough to sear flesh and scorch metals. This technique allows him to temporarily blind or painfully burn enemies.
  
  • Limits: Projections that create light instead of simply interacting with it are much weaker, and while they can get hot enough that disrupting them is dangerous they are short-lived and immediately broken on direct contact with solid objects. Locke's range for light-bearing projections is severely limited, working only barely outside of arm's reach, and cannot be attached to a target.

• Invisibility: The last kind of projection doesn't manipulate or create light, but becomes immune to it. Invisibility projections are totally intangible, which means they cannot be disrupted by material objects. They are also three-dimensional, which creates a space inside them that cannot be seen from outside the projection. Invisibility can also be attached to a target, unlike illuminations.
  
  • Limits: The durability of invisibility projections is determined by light-level, greater exposure to bright light causing the projection to become disrupted faster. There is a hard limit on their size, about the size of a football goal structure, and the previous limitation on attached projections stacks - an attached invisibility projection would quickly disrupt from the effects of a bright environment and an active target.

Weaknesses: Locke can only create or manipulate his projections if they're within eyesight, meaning he cannot send his power through technology such as cameras. While they do persist after he breaks line-of-sight with his projections, they will become blurry and inanimate. His powers are easily disrupted, broken by as little force as shooing away a fly, causing the projections and their effects to instantly disperse. Focus is required to maintain each projection, and overlapping projections tend to disrupt each other.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Locke Turner

_{L O C K E T U R N E R
◄ 25 ▎ MALE - FTM ▎ 6" - 182.5 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

---

Locke is something of a starving artist, fitting into the stereotype both at first impression and as others learn more about him. He's often been described as being prone to ruminations and brooding, dedicated to his craft, and, of course, he's always had a signficant dearth of funds preventing him from fully realizing his dreams. Part of that perception stems from his appearance; dressed in plain clothes of solid colors, usually dark tones, all of them too loose or too tight, with a carefully trimmed face and messily tangled hair. Pretty, in his own way, and boyishly charming in his mannerisms. When he interacts with someone he does it with an attentive focus that can as intimidating as it is flattering, and his voice has a steady and clear quality to it that is nice, but high and sharp enough to seem mismatched to his more staid demeanor.

Constantly faced with new and unfortunate twists of fate, Locke is somewhat jaded to the misfortune of others, and reacts to his own woes with a mix of feigned nonchalance and resigned challenge. He's certainly not unused to fighting for every advantage or roughed-up speck of luck. The truth of his emotions can be hard to pin down, too often he straddles a line between avoidance and acceptance, a balancing act that works well for him... most of the time. Sometimes his little balancing act only lets his troubles stew into a cloud of tension that is difficult to work through.

As a general rule Locke is almost always presenting as relaxed and calm, lazy even, though in the privacy of his own head he's more mentally focused, quick-witted and easily distracted by errant thoughts. The exception to the rule is found when making his art; the composed mask of a man unfazed falls away, along with the rest of the world, leaving him bare and true to his feelings, allowing him a chance to really connect with his own emotions in a way that is as terrifying as it is liberating.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

---

A little orphan boy from a little orphan gang, for the most part anyway. His parents died when he was thirteen, and he was never told why, just shuffled along by an enforcer to an orphanage, along with his younger half-brother Keith. The matron noted their names down and promptly forgot about them, allowing them to be recruited into a proto-gang of thieving children and disappear onto the streets of New Brazil for hours at a time. Hours became days, days weeks, and then... well, then came Hook. He was an older boy, new to the orphanage, though definitely from the same streets Locke came from, instead he was a rougher sort, but they were instant friends. Hook, first name Gage, was more ambitious and street smart than any of the other kids, and he took over their little clan of criminal urchins and taught them all the tips and tricks to really suck them into a life of crime.

They called themselves the Battery, puns and japes about baseball and all the related gimmicks became their lingo. They were still little more than orphan ruffians, but with a swish name and a cooler, older kid egging them on? Locke and his brother quickly got themselves into more trouble than they could handle and only the intervention of one Jemma Reyes saved them from a disastrous end. Their "gang" was hired hired as lookouts and spies for an information dancer- no wait, a pole broker- nope still not right - a pole dancing information broker! Or something like that, Locke never did learn her official job description besides "looking pretty" and "recruiting gangsters at gun point" which was all he needed to know in all fairness. The Battery became subsumed by the Glitters, semi-adopted and semi-employed as "adorable little banditos".

At first Locke was more of an errand boy than anything else, until he began to truly get good at art and put his skills at design to work for the Glitters, improving their interior decor, advertisements, and other small things. Then, when that didn't pay enough and the Glitters decided he was age-appropriate they paid for his transition and in return he became a more direct entertainer, if a bit more low-key than the usual guises of Glitters' personnel. He had fangs added eventually, and then played up the "vampire" look for a bit with the red eyes and pale skin, occasionally mixing up hair colors, but never anything as extreme as the more extensive augments others preferred. He kept up with the other Battery kids, some of which had followed him to become more direct members of the Glitters and others, like Hook and his brother, that stayed more on the mercenary side of things. Sometimes he even joined in, when he was needed, or just when he wanted to, landing him more than a few offensive skill sets that proved useful way more than they ought to.

Things fell flat soon after his twenty-third birthday when Keith was killed. The details were sketchy and Hook was far too cagey for Locke's liking, ending their on-again off-again relationship on a particularly sour note. Keith had never liked Locke's sparse collection of augments, nor that Locke had practically given up on his art to be a piece of meat on display, so he stripped all of them out, returning to his natural coloration, reversed the fangs, and finally parted ways with the Glitters. Officially at least, he didn't leave his friends behind and occasionally took on small jobs for them, but for the most part he was independent for the first time in... ever.

Being independent sucked.

No money, no protection, no benefits - and he refused to work with that bastard Hook, a man he'd known and trusted for half his life but couldn't manage to spit out any details about why his only brother was dead. So he did literally anything else.

_{M E M O R I E S}

---

• Ann and Jaime Turner: {Parents/Deceased} The Turners were more well to do than most, receiving a hefty paycheck for their work - not that Locke knows what that work was, just that his quality of life dropped drastically after they died. He still doesn't know the details, by the time he was old enough to demand more information he was too preoccupied to pursue it, and now whatever it was that led to their end has been thoroughly covered up.

• Keith Turner: {Half-Brother/Deceased} In a startling similarity that isn't lost on Locke, his brother Keith has also gone missing - presumed dead, if Hook is to be believed at least. Keith was the more serious and pragmatic of the two, and always encouraged his older brother to pursue the things that made him happy rather than settle for the hand fate had dealt him. Locke has taken that wish to heart since his death, better late than never right? So he hoped, anyway.

• Gage Hook: {Former Lover} Long-time childhood friend and fellow orphan, Hook was the one to raise him and the rest of the Battery from no-name street urchins to the Glitters' pets - and while that might not seem like an impressive niche it was one that kept them reasonably well-fed and protected. Now he runs what's left of the Battery as a militant group of infiltrators and mercenaries exclusive to the Glitters. Hook and Locke held a fractal relationship for years, never exclusive or serious, but always putting each other first. The death of Keith was followed by Hook's lackluster attempts to claim ignorance led to the dissolution of whatever confusing commitments the two had for each other.

• Jemma Reyes: {Former Boss} Jemma is low on the Glitters' totem pole, and given she hired the Battery that shows how much lower they are in comparison. She was a kind woman, but professional. Jemma protected her girls, and then also her boys when she hired the orphans, but she was never afraid to use them either. It meant something to Locke to be useful, to have his passions and skills taken seriously, but as time wore on he felt more and more like a tool than a person. He parted from Jemma and the Glitters on good terms, and sometimes still does work for them, but the times where Jemma called the shots in his life are over now.

_{P O W E R S}

---

Photokinesis: Locke has the ability to manipulate light by creating photosensitive projections.

Techniques:

• Illusions: In effect Locke's projections are very tenuous force-fields that interact with light in unique ways and can be used to create false images around him. The illusions are fragile, but very convincing and require little effort to be detailed and life-like, enough to easily fool eyes and cameras alike. They can be created anywhere within his range of perception, be any size or shape, and can persist indefinitely unless disrupted or dismissed. More flexible projections can be "attached" to a target, which conform to it's shape and are harder to disrupt.
  
  • Limits: Projections can be disrupted by any small force, resisting breezes but falling apart at a gust of wind or even a gentle shove. Animated illusions have a faint heat-signature and require line-of-sight to maintain, becoming still once outside Locke's perception. Attached illusions are disrupted over a short amount of time, breaking quicker on more active targets. Projections have no sound, taste, or smell, and only the faintest tickling sensation if touched.

• Illumination: At short range Locke can create less complex projections that simply radiate light, from a dim firefly's glow to rays bright enough to sear flesh and scorch metals. This technique allows him to temporarily blind or painfully burn enemies.
  
  • Limits: Projections that create light instead of simply interacting with it are much weaker, and while they can get hot enough that disrupting them is dangerous they are short-lived and immediately broken on direct contact with solid objects. Locke's range for light-bearing projections is severely limited, working only barely outside of arm's reach, and cannot be attached to a target.

• Invisibility: The last kind of projection doesn't manipulate or create light, but becomes immune to it. Invisibility projections are totally intangible, which means they cannot be disrupted by material objects. They are also three-dimensional, which creates a space inside them that cannot be seen from outside the projection. Invisibility can also be attached to a target, unlike illuminations.
  
  • Limits: The durability of invisibility projections is determined by light-level, greater exposure to bright light causing the projection to become disrupted faster. There is a hard limit on their size, about the size of a football goal structure, and the previous limitation on attached projections stacks - an attached invisibility projection would quickly disrupt from the effects of a bright environment and an active target.

Weaknesses: Locke can only create or manipulate his projections if they're within eyesight, meaning he cannot send his power through technology such as cameras. While they do persist after he breaks line-of-sight with his projections, they will become blurry and inanimate. His powers are easily disrupted, broken by as little force as shooing away a fly, causing the projections and their effects to instantly disperse. Focus is required to maintain each projection, and overlapping projections tend to disrupt each other.

Ceta's Whale Palace

Locke Turner; Long App; SciFi Super

_{L O C K E T U R N E R
◄ 25 ▎ MALE - FTM ▎ 6" - 182.5 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

---

Locke is something of a starving artist, fitting into the stereotype both at first impression and as others learn more about him. He's often been described as being prone to ruminations and brooding, dedicated to his craft, and, of course, he's always had a signficant dearth of funds preventing him from fully realizing his dreams. Part of that perception stems from his appearance; dressed in plain clothes of solid colors, usually dark tones, all of them too loose or too tight, with a carefully trimmed face and messily tangled hair. Pretty, in his own way, and boyishly charming in his mannerisms. When he interacts with someone he does it with an attentive focus that can as intimidating as it is flattering, and his voice has a steady and clear quality to it that is nice, but high and sharp enough to seem mismatched to his more staid demeanor.

Constantly faced with new and unfortunate twists of fate, Locke is somewhat jaded to the misfortune of others, and reacts to his own woes with a mix of feigned nonchalance and resigned challenge. He's certainly not unused to fighting for every advantage or roughed-up speck of luck. The truth of his emotions can be hard to pin down, too often he straddles a line between avoidance and acceptance, a balancing act that works well for him... most of the time. Sometimes his little balancing act only lets his troubles stew into a cloud of tension that is difficult to work through.

As a general rule Locke is almost always presenting as relaxed and calm, lazy even, though in the privacy of his own head he's more mentally focused, quick-witted and easily distracted by errant thoughts. The exception to the rule is found when making his art; the composed mask of a man unfazed falls away, along with the rest of the world, leaving him bare and true to his feelings, allowing him a chance to really connect with his own emotions in a way that is as terrifying as it is liberating.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

---

A little orphan boy from a little orphan gang, for the most part anyway. His parents died when he was thirteen, and he was never told why, just shuffled along by an enforcer to an orphanage, along with his younger half-brother Keith. The matron noted their names down and promptly forgot about them, allowing them to be recruited into a proto-gang of thieving children and disappear onto the streets of New Brazil for hours at a time. Hours became days, days weeks, and then... well, then came Hook. He was an older boy, new to the orphanage, though definitely from the same streets Locke came from, instead he was a rougher sort, but they were instant friends. Hook, first name Gage, was more ambitious and street smart than any of the other kids, and he took over their little clan of criminal urchins and taught them all the tips and tricks to really suck them into a life of crime.

They called themselves the Battery, puns and japes about baseball and all the related gimmicks became their lingo. They were still little more than orphan ruffians, but with a swish name and a cooler, older kid egging them on? Locke and his brother quickly got themselves into more trouble than they could handle and only the intervention of one Jemma Reyes saved them from a disastrous end. Their "gang" was hired hired as lookouts and spies for an information dancer- no wait, a pole broker- nope still not right - a pole dancing information broker! Or something like that, Locke never did learn her official job description besides "looking pretty" and "recruiting gangsters at gun point" which was all he needed to know in all fairness. The Battery became subsumed by the Glitters, semi-adopted and semi-employed as "adorable little banditos".

At first Locke was more of an errand boy than anything else, until he began to truly get good at art and put his skills at design to work for the Glitters, improving their interior decor, advertisements, and other small things. Then, when that didn't pay enough and the Glitters decided he was age-appropriate they paid for his transition and in return he became a more direct entertainer, if a bit more low-key than the usual guises of Glitters' personnel. He had fangs added eventually, and then played up the "vampire" look for a bit with the red eyes and pale skin, occasionally mixing up hair colors, but never anything as extreme as the more extensive augments others preferred. He kept up with the other Battery kids, some of which had followed him to become more direct members of the Glitters and others, like Hook and his brother, that stayed more on the mercenary side of things. Sometimes he even joined in, when he was needed, or just when he wanted to, landing him more than a few offensive skill sets that proved useful way more than they ought to.

Things fell flat soon after his twenty-third birthday when Keith was killed. The details were sketchy and Hook was far too cagey for Locke's liking, ending their on-again off-again relationship on a particularly sour note. Keith had never liked Locke's sparse collection of augments, nor that Locke had practically given up on his art to be a piece of meat on display, so he stripped all of them out, returning to his natural coloration, reversed the fangs, and finally parted ways with the Glitters. Officially at least, he didn't leave his friends behind and occasionally took on small jobs for them, but for the most part he was independent for the first time in... ever.

Being independent sucked.

No money, no protection, no benefits - and he refused to work with that bastard Hook, a man he'd known and trusted for half his life but couldn't manage to spit out any details about why his only brother was dead. So he did literally anything else.

_{M E M O R I E S}

---

• Ann and Jaime Turner: {Parents/Deceased} The Turners were more well to do than most, receiving a hefty paycheck for their work - not that Locke knows what that work was, just that his quality of life dropped drastically after they died. He still doesn't know the details, by the time he was old enough to demand more information he was too preoccupied to pursue it, and now whatever it was that led to their end has been thoroughly covered up.

• Keith Turner: {Half-Brother/Deceased} In a startling similarity that isn't lost on Locke, his brother Keith has also gone missing - presumed dead, if Hook is to be believed at least. Keith was the more serious and pragmatic of the two, and always encouraged his older brother to pursue the things that made him happy rather than settle for the hand fate had dealt him. Locke has taken that wish to heart since his death, better late than never right? So he hoped, anyway.

• Gage Hook: {Former Lover} Long-time childhood friend and fellow orphan, Hook was the one to raise him and the rest of the Battery from no-name street urchins to the Glitters' pets - and while that might not seem like an impressive niche it was one that kept them reasonably well-fed and protected. Now he runs what's left of the Battery as a militant group of infiltrators and mercenaries exclusive to the Glitters. Hook and Locke held a fractal relationship for years, never exclusive or serious, but always putting each other first. The death of Keith was followed by Hook's lackluster attempts to claim ignorance led to the dissolution of whatever confusing commitments the two had for each other.

• Jemma Reyes: {Former Boss} Jemma is low on the Glitters' totem pole, and given she hired the Battery that shows how much lower they are in comparison. She was a kind woman, but professional. Jemma protected her girls, and then also her boys when she hired the orphans, but she was never afraid to use them either. It meant something to Locke to be useful, to have his passions and skills taken seriously, but as time wore on he felt more and more like a tool than a person. He parted from Jemma and the Glitters on good terms, and sometimes still does work for them, but the times where Jemma called the shots in his life are over now.

_{P O W E R S}

---

Photokinesis: Locke has the ability to manipulate light by creating photosensitive projections.

Techniques:

• Illusions: In effect Locke's projections are very tenuous force-fields that interact with light in unique ways and can be used to create false images around him. The illusions are fragile, but very convincing and require little effort to be detailed and life-like, enough to easily fool eyes and cameras alike. They can be created anywhere within his range of perception, be any size or shape, and can persist indefinitely unless disrupted or dismissed. More flexible projections can be "attached" to a target, which conform to it's shape and are harder to disrupt.
  
  • Limits: Projections can be disrupted by any small force, resisting breezes but falling apart at a gust of wind or even a gentle shove. Animated illusions have a faint heat-signature and require line-of-sight to maintain, becoming still once outside Locke's perception. Attached illusions are disrupted over a short amount of time, breaking quicker on more active targets. Projections have no sound, taste, or smell, and only the faintest tickling sensation if touched.

• Illumination: At short range Locke can create less complex projections that simply radiate light, from a dim firefly's glow to rays bright enough to sear flesh and scorch metals. This technique allows him to temporarily blind or painfully burn enemies.
  
  • Limits: Projections that create light instead of simply interacting with it are much weaker, and while they can get hot enough that disrupting them is dangerous they are short-lived and immediately broken on direct contact with solid objects. Locke's range for light-bearing projections is severely limited, working only barely outside of arm's reach, and cannot be attached to a target.

• Invisibility: The last kind of projection doesn't manipulate or create light, but becomes immune to it. Invisibility projections are totally intangible, which means they cannot be disrupted by material objects. They are also three-dimensional, which creates a space inside them that cannot be seen from outside the projection. Invisibility can also be attached to a target, unlike illuminations.
  
  • Limits: The durability of invisibility projections is determined by light-level, greater exposure to bright light causing the projection to become disrupted faster. There is a hard limit on their size, about the size of a football goal structure, and the previous limitation on attached projections stacks - an attached invisibility projection would quickly disrupt from the effects of a bright environment and an active target.

Weaknesses: Locke can only create or manipulate his projections if they're within eyesight, meaning he cannot send his power through technology such as cameras. While they do persist after he breaks line-of-sight with his projections, they will become blurry and inanimate. His powers are easily disrupted, broken by as little force as shooing away a fly, causing the projections and their effects to instantly disperse. Focus is required to maintain each projection, and overlapping projections tend to disrupt each other.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Methinks I'll nix the hydrokinetic idea, Vocab's char is close enough that I don't want to overlap them and honestly I should go with a power I'm not as unsure about :P

I think I'll go with photokinesis instead

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

<Snipped quote by Ceta de Cloyes>

Yep, though keep in mind Ice isn't the mono-katana in terms of it's cutting edge. It wont pierce or cut everything

@DeadDrop

Sorry lmao, I switched ideas between sentences, in the first sentence there I wanted to know if ice was on the table, and in the second I wanted to know if the control of water, or ice I guess, is fine enough to cut things with. Having armor stand up to either makes sense yeah, but being able to just stick an icicle in someones throat from range is already p solid tactics.

<Snipped quote by Ceta de Cloyes>
You're going to have to be specific on your intent for their uses, are you wanting to freeze them? I don't know from your initial paragraph what you want to use them for.

@DeadDrop

Being able to manipulate alcohol as well as water would mean I could apply that whole 'extract water from blood' idea to intoxicated people too, or yknow, spilling a line of booze from a pool at someones feet to bring it in range of a lighter. Pulling tranquilizer fluids out of someone to wake them up- or carrying a bunch of darts then manipulating them to fly at someone without the need for a gun?

<Snipped quote by Ceta de Cloyes>
This would work well if you had a firepartner buddy but alone it seems impractical.

@DeadDrop

Continuing the idea from above; all I'd need is a lighter, something flammable, maybe some kind of bottle or canteen to throw with my mind... or hell, put a bullet in a fuel drum or something, suddenly thats a whole lot of battlefield control. Not that I know if there will be any situations like that, just trying to get some examples down so I know what I'm working with and what limits need to be put in.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

I think I want a hydrokinetic char, but I'd like some advice on the specifics.

I don't think I want to go full bloodbender, seems a bit much like mind control tbh, but I do think I'd like to be able to pull water from things like blood, air, whatever. It has the potential to be a really fun take on the power in this setting to sense, manipulate, and weaponize water in an environment where the stuff is both scarce and valuable. The question is would I then be able to go with the standard waterbender package of manipulating water into ice? Sharpening it into blades thin enough to cut? What about other liquids like alcohol or idk tranquillizer fluids? I can think of some pretty fun uses of slinging highly flammable substances around in a firefight or pulling poison from a wound, but I dont want to be too overpowered or too useless so suggestions pls?