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    1. Crimmypop 11 yrs ago

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Flying is stupid.

The thought bounced around through a jet-lagged Tucker's head. The flight had lasted nearly nearly two days, if he had done the math correctly, and he knew that the lovely blue planet that he resided upon wasn't that large. The passengers on the plane were all horrendously silent as well, and all very strange looking. Tucker saw no demonstration of any extraordinary abilities, and decided to keep his own under wraps for the time being, though he could very well bring the entire plane down with a bit of focus. The idea frightened him, and he brushed it aside as they landed quite smoothly upon the immobile ground. He miserably stumbled out of the plane, blinded by the harsh sunlight. Perfect weather, the voice he had heard said. Perfect weather and a side of a terrible headache and a bad gut feeling of what you had gotten yourself into, more like it.

He followed the moving blur of what he had assumed to be people and eventually came to a shuddering stop when an annoyingly loud voice nearly shattered his still-dazed ears. Tucker gathered that he was to head over to the barracks, and the HD did not seem to be enthused over the drastically low quantity of females. He assumed that he would eventually be able to meet everyone though, at an orientation of sorts. This excited him, as he had accepted this odd invitation to further explore his powers in the first place, and what better way to deepen your understanding on somewhat volatile abilities than to show them off to bunk mates, right? He sauntered over the the now more-defined mass of people and followed them without hesitation. The group split, some having gone to the barracks and others taking a stop at a shady building. Tucker thought it right to make friends, and quietly followed a group to the shaded area from a distance.

After having waited for a small conversation to start up between a tobacco user and their now non-smoking companion, Tucker gave a small wave toward the two with intention of introducing himself. He held his tongue in the case that they didn't want to return his greeting.
Barioth said
Crimmypop, does Tucker ever run out of energy? Repelling and controlling any metal object seems like a very powerful ability, especially when combined with his rail gun power. What is the limit of his "controlling metal objects and repelling other objects". I'd be fine with him being able to manipulate and repel a single object he is focusing on, I won't allow him to create a magnetic field and control everything in it willy-nilly and nullify any metal weapon or projectile coming his way because that is silly.


I've edited in what you asked for and given what I think to be strict enough prerequisites to the power usage.
((Apologies for having a male character! I had finished a character sheet prior to your post, so I hope this is still alright!))

Name: Tucker Lynch

Alias: Sparky

Age: 17

Personality: (Paragraph)

Appearance: A lean boy, standing at around 5’11”, with medium-length light brown hair. Tucker’s eyes are the dull color of thunder clouds, a deep gray. Apart from that, nothing else is too special, aside from the occasional flash bright white light around him.

Power: From an early age, Tucker had shown signs of what many would call extraordinary. He has the ability to amplify, diminish, and control electromagnetic fields within a 30-foot wide circle of himself. He can generate enough force to shoot a two inch in diameter object at a maximum of 996 miles per hour, with larger objects being launched at slower speeds. Tucker can also freely move and manipulate metallic objects, as well as cling or repel said objects away from him, and vice versa. An object must have come to a complete stop, and Tucker must have had a firm enough focus on the object for him to repel it. The extent of how many objects he can manipulate at once is three separate objects at a time, with a combined weight of less than 600 pounds if three objects are being acted upon. Tucker cannot focus his electromagnetism onto a fourth object until he has released a different object. This rule counts Tucker himself as an object as well. He has been able to lift at most 1,700 pounds with his ability. Any greater force would put extreme strain on Tucker’s body. He can, if he focuses hard enough, generate enough force beneath himself to render a normally fatal fall nearly painless. This by no means allows him to fly.
Tucker can continuously use his powers at full force for about two minutes. He will begin to tire and have less control over the velocity and force an object exerts the longer he uses his electromagnetism.

Skills: Tucker skilled in maneuvering around three-dimensions, as he has the ability to do so given there are metallic surfaces, or surfaces with metal in them.

Gear/Equipment/Weapons: Tucker carries ten pennies, just in case.

Bio: His mother had been kidnapped and taken to an underground facility 6 months prior to Tucker’s birth, and had been subject to a newer era of torture and experimentation. She died 3 days before artificially giving birth to the baby boy. The assumed scientists placed the care of Tucker into the hands of a colleague of theirs, studying his growth. He was not tested upon until the age of 7, where during the first experiment his electromagnetism had gotten out of hand at an alarming rate. He escaped the facility quietly, as there were no living people to operate the alarms.

Tucker learned quickly to control this ability, and practice it in secret. He attended intermediate school, but left after his 16th birthday. He began to take the “superhero” approach to life, stopping petty thieves and effectively rendering getaway vehicles useless. He hasn't killed anyone since the first experiment, but he has harmed some criminals. Tucker is a very shy boy, and would very rarely willingly talk to a stranger, leaving him few options for friendship. When he received the brief contact notice from Puriel, he decided that it was a grand idea. He could find out more about the horrible facility, and save others from the terrible clutches that the mad people had.
Hey, would it be alright for me to join this as well? It looks really interesting!
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