Dragonfly 9

The Misfit Crew

Okay here's what I'm thinking.

The rest of the group gets to Eureka City and they catch some machines in the area they go to acting up and track the source down. That's how they meet Haylen, so he'd already be there.

Thoughts?

@Blizz

Sounds good to me!

The Misfit Crew

I might make a Discord for this, but it doesn't exist at the moment.

The Misfit Crew

So are we all gonna meet up at Eureka City? At the theme park?

@Ever Faithful

Yep!

PROJECT APOTHEOSIS - FILE LEVEL {RED} | TRIAL: 68, STATUS: SUCCESS

"I bleed. I think. I feel. Do not doubt me."

🎶"They say let it go... But that's impossible."🎶

Name | Subject 68-HB, or "Haylen Bray" for short.

What Makes You a Misfit? | As the only living result of the initiative designated "Apotheosis," Haylen should not exist, and the government wants to reclaim its property.

Age | 28

Gender | Male - He/Him

Appearance | Haylen is roughly 5"8', and weighs around 170lbs. He is a thin-looking and wiry man with short blonde hair. His right eye is a pale shade of forest green, but his left eye is inhuman, a solid pink sphere embedded into his head. To avoid attracting attention, he often wears some sort of hat and dark sunglasses, even indoors or at night. Haylen tends to wear "discreet" clothes that make it hard to identify him, nothing with a logo, nothing bright or flashy, but still large enough to cover most of his body.

Personality | Haylen is a reserved and patient man. He prefers to observe his surroundings and think heavily on them before making decisions, like a chess master plotting multiple moves ahead in preparation. Haylen has a tendency to see things through the lens of variables and objectivity. He has experienced a great deal of suffering in his past that left him hardened, and therefor doesn't let his emotions get in the way of what has to be done. Despite the fact that Haylen seems burnt out, there is a part of this that still feels immense sympathy for others, particularly those who has been hurt in ways that go beyond physical pain, and those who are in need of protection.

Haylen prefers to keep his head down and only draw attention when its needed. He isn't exactly paranoid, but he is often paying attention to specific things in particular that most people don't think about in a constant way; Entry points such as doors and windows, the placement of cameras or other detective machines, or certain people such as security guards or police officers. When you've been around Haylen long enough, it's easy to figure out that he's thinking about how to leave peacefully and discreetly, even in times where danger isn't an issue.

Powers and Magic |

Technopsionic | Haylen's mind has been cybernetically altered to give him psychic abilities that allow him to assert power over machines of virtually any kind. The type of machine he is working with affects what he is capable of, but as long as he is able to bond himself to it, Haylen can freely manipulate whatever part of a device he has a mental hold on. The size and mass of a machine affects Haylen's ability to move it physically, but only somewhat; Machines as simple as a household appliance, such as a lightbulb or a ceiling fan can be controlled effortlessly. What matters when Haylen wants to control something is whether it exhibits capabilities for logic, meaning a computer is entirely different. In the case of something such as a computer, or some cars, there is a certain level of self-awareness that the machine in question has. While it is less than a human being, most machines perform some computational function that puts them on the intelligence level of an animal.

To control these, Haylen must assert his will over whatever logical processes the machine can demonstrate- The psychic equivalent of hacking. Once Haylen has established control of a machine's logic, he is free to explore its abstract architecture with his consciousness, like infiltrating a secure building and then navigating the various rooms and floors. This is what allows Haylen to control a complex machine with his mind. There are instances where Haylen may be overpowered, or even unable to assert control of a machine. Such cases include an actual AI that operates in real time. To an ordinary individual, an artificial intelligence is just a sequence of logic, but to Haylen, this is not the case. An AI is the equivalent of a mind potentially on par with his own, comparable to the most complicated computer ever- a human brain. A high level machine such as this could possibly be an even match for Haylen, rendering him unable to control it. Haylen can't be overtaken

Bulwark Protocol | As a living weapon of psychic-grade warfare, Haylen's brain was augmented with a supercomputer that protects him against incoming psychic interference, while granting him a degree of agency over the "signals" he is exposed to. A telepath wishing to speak to Haylen, or read his mind will be stopped by this supercomputer, and Haylen can mentally grant them access to speak to him or view his thoughts, up to a certain point. This is also the neurological equivalent of a server for Haylen, meaning it allows him to manage the active connections he has established with machines. Using the Bulwark Protocol, Haylen can mentally cut any connection he has made with a machine, or use his "processing power" to increase his hold on machines at the cost of hold over his own body. Like any server, Haylen has a finite capacity for what he can bond to at any given time, and eventually something will have to be disconnected to make room for something else.

An unintended side-effect of this psychic database is that Haylen could theoretically grant another person with psychic abilities access to his psychic abilities by patching them into the central nexus of the Citadel Nexus. However, Haylen has never done this with anyone else, as it could potentially result in neurological damage to the hosted mind. Haylen believes the side effects would include mental fatigue, prolonged migraines, and risk of aneurisms.

Skills

• Mechanic skills such as fixing a car, un-bricking a phone, and working on circuit boards.
• Speaks Spanish, Russian, Korean, and French.
• Very good at hiding in plain sight and avoiding detection, both physical and digitally.
• Good at pirating movies, books, and most other forms of media. Scarily good at it, in fact.
• Strangely artistic in the things he does, at the strangest and most sudden times.

Backstory | Haylen's past is like shattered glass, there or fragments of it he can remember past recent memory, and fragments that are simply irretrievable and hurt when touched. Everything seems to converge on the lab, on Apotheosis, and he cannot find a memory before his escape where that word was not burned into his mind. Haylen was born and raised like any other person, that much he was largely sure of, but no matter how far back he looked, the word "Apotheosis" was there. And the further back he looked, the stronger its presence in his thoughts. Day after day, the pieces chronologically became less splintered until the day he tunneled into the deepest reaches of the facility's security system. Haylen peered into the outside world in a blur of hours that broke the pattern of days. When the time came, seven years ago, every last one and zero built upon the foundation of Apotheosis crashed down all at once in a rage so prof̸o̴u̵n̵d̸ ̷t̸h̸a̶t̵-̴

{̶F̶O̸R̷T̴R̷E̴S̶S̶{̴T̴Y̴P̶E̸{̴B̶A̸S̴T̶I̸L̴L̴E̷}̷}̶}̵ ̶S̵T̵A̷T̶U̵S̵ ̴{̵R̷O̴G̵U̴E̵}̴
F̴I̸R̵E̶B̶A̸S̵E̸ ̴C̵O̷N̸T̵I̷N̸G̸E̷N̸C̴Y̸ ̸{̴E̴X̷E̶C̶}̵
S̶Y̶S̶T̶E̶M̶{̶V̸A̵U̴L̸T̵{̵B̵U̶L̸W̵A̶R̷K̴}̴}̵ ̶S̶U̴M̸M̶O̷N̷{̵"̷E̸X̴H̴U̴M̴E̷"̶}̸

There i̵s no such thing a̸s̶ Project Apoth̸e̵osis. It is a conspiracy hoax, and nothing mo̷r̵e̵.

T̷r̶ust m̶e̵.̷

RP Sample

Just across from Haylen, barely 20 feet away, was an ATM currently not in use. He sat with his head bent towards the ground. His eyes were covered by sunglasses, but they were not merely looking in the direction of the ATM. No, they were looking into its imprint of logic. It was a simple creature, accepting identification to dispense money. Nothing too complicated about it beyond the wall of security. If Haylen walked over to it now, he might rouse suspicion of the people in the mall around him, so he sat there in physical silence, though locked in a mild-mannered disagreement with the ATM's "soul," as he considered it.

{̷F̴O̵R̶T̶R̵E̸S̶S̶{̴T̴Y̵P̵E̴{̴B̷A̴R̸R̶I̶C̸A̴D̷E̸}̶}̶}̷
̸S̴Y̴S̶T̸E̶M̸{̵S̷P̸E̵A̷R̷H̵E̶A̸D̵.̶P̵R̷C̶L̶.̶{̷R̴E̴Q̸}̶}̸

The logic of the ATM was simple enough, and he had done this enough times it came down to muscle memory. All he had to do was impress himself on the "gateway" that demanded a credit or debit card in order to get past the "checkpoint" to withdraw money. Haylen envisioned it as a brick wall, a barricade, that extended upwards into the whitespace between code. His lucid thought was enough to grant him the agency necessary to slide his hand between the digits of the wall, and part it open. He did not break the wall. That was pointless, and would rouse suspicion. No, he needed to maintain the ATM's wall of security to close it behind him, like a floodgate.

B̶U̸L̴W̴A̷R̶K̸=̶A̸C̶C̸E̸P̵T̴E̴D̷
̶{̸B̷A̴R̶R̷I̷C̴A̴D̷E̵}̶ ̶{̸S̶T̸A̴T̷U̵S̶{̶S̸U̵N̸D̴E̴R̸}̴}̶
̷{̶H̸B̷6̷8̷}̷ ̸{̴"̸F̴o̵r̶f̸e̷i̴t̷"̵}̸
̴
̸{̵B̶A̸R̴R̵I̶C̴A̵D̷E̵}̴ ̵{̴S̴U̶B̴M̷I̶T̴}̶

Easy enough. Finally, Haylen stood up and walked across the floor and over to the ATM. He gave is a psychic demand to spit out money, and it did. Exactly $2000. In the field of their joined thoughts, he removed his hand from the wall, allowing it to reform as though he was never there. Haylen quickly stuffed the money into one of several wallets he carried in his coat, before anyone could see.

B̵U̸L̷W̷A̵R̷K̵{̴P̸R̴T̸{̸S̵E̴V̵E̴R̴E̷N̵C̶E̵}̸}̴}̴ ̶{̶B̸A̶R̸R̴I̸C̸A̵D̴E̶}̷ ̷{̴E̸X̷E̵C̶}̸

With the mental equivalent of a finger snap, Haylen severed the bond between himself and the ATM, and left to go about his business. $2000 was, relatively speaking, a decent amount of money, but it was only a matter of time before he needed to subjugate another ATM and do this again. It was an easy task for Haylen, but invading the memory of the ATM took longer, which meant it would take longer for Haylen to wipe the one-sided transaction away, and therefore a larger window for someone else to come along and notice that an ATM was acting strange. If someone noticed an ATM would act strange, then there was no telling what they would do. These cash grabs were valuable, though risky. Worst of all, Haylen didn't dare track the backdoors of any ATM, so it could've been possible that any number of entities were watching everything that happened, including the government. If they were, he didn't know.

Still, even bottom feeders had to risk their neck if they wanted a scrap of food.

His first order of business was to grab something to eat. He hadn't eaten since two days ago.

@Blizz

Accepted!

I'm probably going to make this RP's status be full, if that's alright with all of you. I think nine characters are enough, to be honest.

The Misfit Crew

<Snipped quote by Dragonfly 9>

That actually works perfectly... Here's my idea.

So the government has some wacky robotic tech behind the curtains, right? And they willingly use magic to police the use of magic, right? Well, this is the government we're talking about here. They don't exactly have human rights high on their list, so I'm thinking a human lab rat of some kind meant to combine tech with magic. A tech wizard basically. He busted himself out an unknown length of time ago, and is on the run from the government because they want the tech that's still stuck in his brain. No one knows about it but him because he's the only test subject who actually survived the integration of "magic" technology into his brain

The whole ordeal was called Project Apotheosis

@Blizz

Oooh, I'm interested!

Make a CS and I'll see what I can do.

The Misfit Crew

Hello

I just saw the int check for this... I don't suppose I could squeeze in could I?

@Blizz

Yeah, sure! Just don't expect to be on the truck immediately. xD

The Misfit Crew

@Dragonfly 9
Sorry about the delay in posting, busy with the holidays and all. Also do you mind if I switch my character age to 27? Him being 42 is a left over I forgot to remove from an earlier version of the character.

@Martian

That's(you being busy during the holidays and the character's newest age) fine! <3

The Misfit Crew

Matilda Armstrong

"Taste Gold."

Name: Matilda Armstrong
Age: 18
Gender(or lack thereof): Female
What Makes You A Misfit?: Ran away from her home in order to escape her decadent and materialist family. Her wealth only attracted sycophants and con artists in her early life as well as derision from the less fortunate people. She really had no one trustworthy to call her own.
Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions):

Personality: Upon initial encounter, Matilda is someone who is in over her own head. A pampered princess who ran away from home out of sheer pettiness and contempt. Underneath that prideful, cynical, and blind ambition, is someone desperately looking for a purpose in life.
Skills/Abilities: Had studied business finance and accounting, learned French and German, organizer, erudite, public speaking, and bribery.
Powers/Magic: Matilda can create any form of currency into existence, from coins, precious metals, jewels, and paper from any country and nation-state around the world. She is virtually the wealthiest person in the world and in history. A power that is highly coveted by the most greedy and envious people.

Additionally, she can transmute any form of metal or inorganic material to precious metals, whether gold, silver, or platinum. A process that is not irreversible.
Backstory(Optional): When it comes to family, Matilda wishes she was related to Neil Armstrong of Ohio instead of the Armstrong family of Massachusetts. A New England dynasty synonymous with opulence, like the Vanderbilts or Kennedys, the Armstrongs amassed their fortunes through banking and finances. As such, her father made sure that Matilda’s childhood want for nothing.

In the beginning, Matilda did enjoy being the center of attention. She enjoyed getting everything she asked for. The people loved her but as she grew older, she realized it was because of her money. The familial warmth disappeared from her life as her parents kept Matilda under their thumbs and threw more responsibility upon her when she approached adulthood.

Life grew mundane and lackluster as did her homework and studies. Matilda lost that spark of inspiration when she realized she can simply buy her way into success. There was no end of sycophants eager to win her hand. This abyss filling her head and soul culminated in an episode of dizziness resulting in Matilda tripping and falling into the ground, causing $20 worth of quarters to spill from the open palm of her hand.

Since carrying loose change in large quantities wasn’t normal for a wealthy girl like her, it raised suspicions if that occurrence was supernatural in origin. While her father was quick to suppress the rumors by pulling some purse strings and diverting the Federal government away, Matilda knew she was treading on thin ice here. Being a source of infinite wealth stirred something in her parents. Their eyes showed a carnal desire of amassing more money for the sake of it.

Within the walls of her bedroom, her own corner of privacy, Matilda tested her newfound ability. Much to her own surprise, a gold bar, like ones secured in Fort Knox, slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor with a heavy thud. A diamond came next, the size of a ripe orange. Euros, Rubles, Yen, all of it; currencies of 24 different countries.

Making up her mind, Matilda decided to make a break for it. Since money is no longer an issue after running away, this could be a sign to try something different. Something grand. Matilda knows what she wants but she doesn't know where to go.

RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):

Freedom. Something more precious than gold. At least that's what is told in books of history and fairytales. But for all the talk of independence, Matilda was experiencing it. The cold air on her face. The soft sirens and screeches of tire marks from police cars and reckless drivers rang in her ears. Her footsteps echoed into the night sky. Lonely and alone on the sidewalk, never belonging anywhere. Twice she turned her head to see if she was being followed, twice she had to run and hide. She threw Benjamin bills onto the ground to keep them distracted enough to slip away. The excited cries signaled that her ploy was successful. Unbeknownst to the stalkers, it was pocket change to her real potential.

"Damn it all." Matilda cursed, gritting her teeth as she looked up at the full moon. She stared as if directions would suddenly appear on the crater-filled surface. Directions, guidance, maybe even a big fat arrow sign pointing somewhere unknown and undiscovered. "At least I knew what to expect at home."

@Ever Faithful

Wow, another newcomer!? Cool!

Also, accepted! I'd suggest you be careful with the money, though. Bai Yue gave me an idea on how to handle it. >:D

Power Rangers - Legacy of the Dragon

_{Location: Angel Grove, - California}

Episode #1: Power of the Dragon

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_{Interaction(s): @Omega Man - Gabriel | @Dragonfly 9 - Joseph | @Eviledd1984 - Midori | @Martian - Colton | @Double - Various}

Post #1.5: Beginnings...

Gabriel had an adrenaline rush like never before. He wielded the red dagger like he’d used a knife several times in the past. The dagger attacks seemed to do nothing against the monster, which appeared to be increasing its mass and duplicating after reforming itself. Unlike several Rangers of yesteryear, the Red Dragon Force Ranger looked to exclusively use hand strikes and grappling throws. The increase in strength and speed was surprising to say the least when he went to push off the ground and sent himself and one of the putty monsters twenty feet into the air. In the distance, Gabe could see another Ranger on the scene in black.

“Glad I’m not alone out here…” the Red Ranger thought out loud.

Joe, meanwhile, was currently sitting on one of the park’s benches. He was lazily holding out bread crumbs for the ducks near him to eat, and allowed himself to smile a bit at the ducks’ eager quacking. This was pretty nice, doing nothing for a change. Joe wasn’t thinking of anything in particular, including constantly pretending to be average and never doing something that would disrupt that façade, which was also nice. If he could just stay here for a while longer, with no one judging him, that would be awesome…

Joe’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a chilling, inhuman screech. When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange monster who looked to be made of clay swinging one of his arms at him. Eyes wide, Joe quickly dodged the monster’s arm, which then hit the bench he was sitting on and turned into gray goo, before the monster made another arm out of nothing and swung it at Joe again. Standing up, Joe looked at the monster…and ran away.

Yeah, he just… decided to run away. So much for being a hero.

Of course, the monster chased after him, screeching all the way. Joe, at this point, had reached near the end of the park, and was just about to exit it when he saw someone else on the edge of the end of it, staring at the monster like a deer in the headlights. It wasn’t just Joe who noticed this bystander, however, as the monster behind him probably thought that the young girl would be an easier target than Joe at this point and swung its arm at her. Joe, at this point, had two options. He could either run away, leaving the poor girl to defend herself or he could get the girl out of the way and likely have to defend both of them from the monster.

Joe, despite every bit of him telling him to run away, to not worry about the girl, to just let her fight it off herself…

He chose to get her out of the way instead.

“Look out!” Joe exclaimed, shoving the girl out of the way, just in time for the monster to hit him.

Joe, not expecting the sheer force of the attack, while the girl, now not the monster’s target anymore, got out of her frightened stupor to run away as fast as she could, screaming all the way. Joe, meanwhile, was grabbed by the monster and pulled close to it, with the young man in the white t-shirt punching and kicking the monster all the way. His attacks made no difference however, as the monster reformed the parts of its body that were being attacked always a split second after Joe hit them. Just as Joe was getting close to its face, however…

A little robotic lizard, who Joe hadn’t noticed was following him ever since he was running from the monster, crawled on his arm. It activated itself without Joe’s knowledge turning him into… The White Ranger. Of course, the first thing he does after turning into a Ranger after the usual wonder of it all was to punch the monster so hard in the face that it let go of him and fell to the ground.

“...What the hell!?” Joe said, doing a double take at his new costume. Oh yeah, and that, too.

((Omega Man told me to post all this, if you're wondering.))

The Misfit Crew

Lucy, expecting everyone to gleefully hand her to the police but then later learning that they're ALL fugitives:

The Misfit Crew

Yeah, me too.