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Calling all Supers

Michelle Diggby

Full Name: Michelle Diggby
“A force of nature? I'm THE force of nature!” -Michelle, aged 16

Appearance

Basic information

Legal name: Michelle Diggby
Nicknames, aliases, and/or preferred name:
Date of Birth, Age (as of Dec. 2017): 10/9/1990, 27 years old
City, Province/State of current residence:
Gender: Female
Social Class/Community Status: Middle Class, Unregistered
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Yes
Alignment: Ex-revolutionary
Powers and Weaknesses: Pathokinesis - Michelle borrows kinetic energy from the environment and redirects it to other targets, however its not done through conscious thought and careful consideration but emotions. The intensity of such feelings dictates the range of both the kinetic energy can be stolen at and reproduced, and how efficient the conversion is. This limits what can be effected by her powers, objects she can't or don't have feelings about are immune to her powers, e.g. Stuff she doesn't care or know about, objects she can't perceive because they are invisible or moving too fast.

Physical Description

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 131lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Dark Green
Detailed Physical Description: Shelly is 5'3" with curly shoulder length dark brown hair, usually tied up behind her right ear with an aging, but still functioning, fluffy Miffy scrunchy. Exceptionally dark green eyes adorn her tan face, dark enough that without good light its tough to see where pupil ends and iris begins. An innocent button nose betrays her age, however her personality will set you straight again.
Day-to-day Wardrobe: Comfy Clothes or Business Casual, depending on the situation.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Michelle is conflict made flesh, a passionate extroverted individual born into an overtly anti-powers political family. She's risk adverse, but she's never let that get in the way of her work. Michelle is positive, positive that Supers will once again be seen as equal citizens and she's sympathetic to a fault. As much as she'd like to change it, Michelle has a short fuse.
Skills/Talents: Keen Jogger
Favourites/Likes: Pugs, Pasta
Most Hated/Dislikes: Vinegar, bigots
Goals/Ambitions: Liberate Supers
Fears: Trypophobia, being caught out.
Education/Special Training (if applicable): Political Science
Place/Type of Residence: Shared Flat
Occupation (if applicable) and Work-related Skills: Office Administrator

PSA: Calling all Supers out of hiding

@prussianblue OOC when?

PSA: Calling all Supers out of hiding

Interested

Numenera: Stars of Glass

Flashing lights? Ashley had hoped for an audio response but maybe he hadn't the programming to do so. Was it Morse code? Binary? It was a short message considering how slow it was being played out. Regardless of its encoding, and as soon as she could get something to write this all down with, Ashley fancied she could decrypt it. Ashley was digging in her pockets trying to scavenge a vial, something long and pointy and some scrap notes when the automaton started to speak. Ashley stopped rummaging and listened intently.

"I am sorry, Madam. You are not the first to try that, and you probably won't be the last. There's nothing there to recover, I have tried myself. If you would like to ask me other personal questions, I only ask that you introduce yourself first."

The first bit did not compute with Ashley. It defyed her understanding of constructs, which she had to admit wasn't much, but even in her limited knowledge knew it was very much out of the ordinary. Not being able to comprehend exactly how odd helped her to put the statement to one side as all the necessary follow up questions lay outside the scope of her talents.

An introduction though? She could do that. Ashley the Good Doctor! Field medic, mad scientist, rebel necromancer and naughty nun. Sculptor of mortals and shunner of ethical experiementation AND practice. Yeah! Powerpose, Sultry gaze, pop the hips, make that coat swish.Ashley gave a little courtsy instead, "Dr. Ashley Jung, medical malpractioner", she hesitated for a moment, it wasn't too late to back out of the full intro, "but just call me Ashley", she said with a smile. Not covered in enough blood and vicera, high from the thrill of the Hunt, Ashley supposed. They could find out about her exploits later.

Numenera: Stars of Glass

Spider legs! How unlady-like it was of you to show off such scandlous ankles! Six chitinous legs, like high heel boots that gave you super stength and regenative armour. Ashley hadn't even begun researching new legs, hooves had crossed her mind once, but when the opportunity like this presents itself...

"Yes, yes! Come in, come in! It's so nice to know, not everyone in Omar is afraid of the numenera."

And with that invitation Ashley trotted inside like a little show boar.

"I'm happy to answer any questions you may have."

Oh my goodness, she skitters, she skitters! Ashley did her best to continue looking professional and interested in Numenera but could barely contain her excitement. Skittery legs! Who architected such a grotesque transformation? Ashley needed to know, she needed to know how they worked too, exactly. Muscles? Hydraulics? A tingle ran down her spine, she hoped it was hydraulics.

Ashley's fantasies about her host's alien biology were halted upon a proper examination of the shop. Inside the store was impressively well illuminated, radiant objects scattered the windowless room which alleviated the cramped feeling Ashley expected from the view outside. Ashley also didn't expect the serenity of the place either, the gentle chimes, the dampened ding of orbs outside, the whirr of counterweights and ticking of gears, while asynchronous, filled the shop with a simple, ever changing melody. It was a calm, safe place to empty her pockets.

The first thing that struck Ashley as a little odd was a distinct lack descriptions on the items, one couldn't quietly browse the shopkeeper's wares, but perhaps that was to encourage interaction with the shopkeeper herself. Maybe Numenera were considered quite mystical here, and to maintain the spiritual visage the shopkeeper kept them shrouded in mystery. Cunning, Ashley thought, as she hoped that the shopkeeper would step quickly in if Ashley got too close to anything dangerous, like a cypher sextant of soul banishment. An ornate wooden sextant with fantastic gold plated arc resting on a mantle across the room, making Ashley's heart skip a beat when she spied it in her periphery vision. She made deliberate care not to eye it up any more in case the shopkeeper thought she was knowledgeable of its curse and still interested in buying it.

"...I am a Torchbearer, a warrior of Sol who has sworn to wander the world bringing Sol's Justice down upon those who would do wrong unto others for personal profit or pleasure, for such things are detestable in His Sight, and to hunt monsters..."

This was the line she objected too, and not so much the line itself but how it is often interpreted. Instead of risking getting involved in a heated exchange Ashley turned her attention to what she believed must have been some kind of merchant construct. The design was curious, far from what she considered functional, when given the opportunity to create something like this, wouldn't you stray from a humanoid such that it could trade goods and ferry items more effectively?

Ashley thrust out a warped right palm, and sternly commanded, "Automaton, print mission statement."

Numenera: Stars of Glass

@Mortalya I'll take 2 random Numenera for now, however I have an idea for a Numenera that my Seeker could seek for (whether or not she finds it doesn't matter much). A plain sowing needle with a magic golden thread that joins objects that have been sown together seamlessly when the thread is cut. Obviously designed for creating high quality garments in an era of great excess, Ashley considers this a waste of its potential.

Are you inventing our random choices or are we expected to come up with somethings? I hope that you are so I can experience the true wonder of your character's shop, but understand if you aren't.

Numenera: Stars of Glass

Clunk. Ashley had made it, she'd really made it. The steel streets of Omar. Renowned world wide for its artizan craftsmen, cheap ale and pretty women, although none of these interested Ashley much. Overworked, underpaid miners working in terrible conditions? There just had to be desperate patients just waiting for an experimental lung replacement. Ashley did an embarassing little jig in public, too excited by the posibilities of finally starting a project she's had on the backburner for atleast a year, and possibly because she was still delirious from exhaustion, to care. Ashley pulled out her timepiece, she'd made good time despite losing her coach ride. Ashley felt reinvigorated by her arrival and the opportunities that it afforded, but she needed a rest before she did any real work.

Ashley clomped down the street hunting down the busiest tavern, because the busiest one would surely be the best one when she happened apon a weird little Numanera shop. Initially, Ashley was drawn in by the possiblity of finding some bizarre item of intrigue that would help with her with her experimentation, but then she noticed the shopkeeper, who was quite the item of intrigue herself. Pale grey skin and unsual soul stealing, void black eyes? Where had she got those done? And the way she moved...That was the most intriguing. It was a shame she was already she was already caught up with somekind of evangelist, who Ashley was sure would find something about her to object too.

"I know you've got your hands full right now but you wouldn't mind if I had a quick poke around, would you miss?"

Numenera: Stars of Glass

Interested! Let me know what you think.

The Good Doctor CS

Name: Dr. Ashley "The Good Doctor" Jung
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Type: Seeker
Descriptor: Ruthless
Focus: Physical Perfection
Explain Focus: Ashley is a ruthless, knowledgeable doctor, particularly in the intergration of creature parts into human biology, and seeks new wonderful creatures to study and test in patients.

Appearance:
Draped in a long, elegant white labcoat which swishes resolutely as the good Doctor strides. Underneath Ashley usually wears a plain, professional shirt and a novelty tie to suit the occasion, to put his patients at ease. Sensible slacks held up with an unremarkable belt and very sensible shoes for trudging round the dark streets of Earth.

Natural golden blonde curly hair tied up in two messy buns with a tidied but still untidy fringe and long bangs. Healthy tan complexion from enjoying the outdoors a little more than most. Intelligent, dangerous look in dark, bespectacled eyes. At 5'8", a bit of a shorty, but still stands tall. Left forearm is fairly, but not greatly, inscribed with various low level white magic cantrips, all correctly annotated.The right arm has weird musculature but on closer inspection is very cleverly shaped mass of folded, twisting tentacles. Narrow shoulders perfectly contrast Ashley's impressively well developed chest and wide set hips.

History:
Typically one gives up practising medicine after loosing an arm, however Ashley was not so deterred. Civil War raged in a distant land, the rebels loosing heavily to the gold backed mercenaries of the Aristocracy. Their petty politics however did not interest Ashley, he was interested in something far simpler. War meant casualties, casualties meant bodies and bodies meant practice. In exchange for practice he would give the rebel doctors what they direly needed, education. It took years and the lives of many brave men to perfect his technique, but perfect it he did. The monster used was a vile abomination, but affixed correctly to an amputee greatly improved their quality of life and, according to the rebel leader, could give their lives again for the people of Drachma. Ashley didn't care much, he had a functioning arm back, multiple arms even, and was already too busy wondering what else he'd need to know how to replace or improve.

[200XX] - Tales From Neo York - A Cyberpunk RP(G)

Count me in, I have an idea for a Backstreet Physician character.

Ashley "The Good Doctor" Jung (WIP)

Name: Dr. Ashley "The Good Doctor" Jung
Age: <<Corrupted>>
Sex: Male
Species: Spacer
Appearance:
Draped in a long, elegant white labcoat which swishes resolutely as the good Doctor strides.Underneath Ashley usually wears a plain, professional shirt and a novelty tie to suit the occasion, to put his patients at ease. Sensible slacks held up with an unremarkable belt and very sensible shoes for trudging round the dark streets of Earth.

Natural golden blonde curly hair tied up in two messy buns with a tidied but still untidy fringe and long bangs. Healthy tan complexion with good colour in cheeks. Intelligent, dangerous look in dark, bespectacled eyes. At 5'8", a bit of a shorty, but still stands tall. Left arm is fairly, but not greatly tattoo'd and upon closer inspection, is covered with ports, all correctly annotated. Right arm has weird musculature but on closer inspection is very cleverly shaped mass of folded, twisting tentacles. Narrow shoulders perfectly contrast Ashley's impressively well developed chest and wide set hips, which you are pretty certain Ashley didn't earn.

Weapons:
Ashley isn't much of a fighter, but realises when one steps outside the "Slop shop" protection is a requirement and carries a simple XQ1-R plasma slinger. When frightened, Ashley can squirt ink from specialised tear ducts into the eyes of any predators highly accurately upto a distance of 1 meter, which took more time to perfect than Ashley would care to admit.

Personality:
Despite spending most of Happy Ashley is game for anything,

History:

Skills:
Qualified Doctor

Edit:

So it looks like the GM hasn't been checking back since he last updated his first post, I'll give it a bit, see how many people are interested and then maybe rock this puppy myself, no promises.

Original Superhero Universe RP

Interested, sent you a PM