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Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

I like how the only 2 to start an invasion so far are both police...

Maybe us mafia should unite and topple the system first XD

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

I'm glad Webb is a male... at least he can't have an army of baby giant spiders (suddenly reminded of the acromantula from Harry Potter)... I hope...

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

@Yankee As you see, Omakase's kinda in deep shit right now. A call from an info broker would be perfect XD

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_{Collab with: @Estylwen (Thorned Rose, various NPCs)}

Poppy Orphanage, Penny Stakes

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Hearing the girl's scream, several adults ran to her. Being associated with Omakase meant they were no strangers to conflicts, but Poppy had made it known that she did not like her children getting involved. Sure, the orphans and members alike were attacked often when they were away from the Omakase properties, but it has been years since any incident happened so close to the orphanage. Was it a personal grudge from someone unfamiliar with the boss of this district? Wouldn't be unlikely, given the boy's rebellious streak. Or was it an opponent aiming to stab Poppy where it hurts?

One of the adults, a burly man who was in charge of security, ran past her to the streets to see if he could catch a glimpse of whoever abducted one of theirs. Another, a teacher-caretaker who was nearby, embraced the panicking girl and asked in a gentle tone, "Can you tell me what you saw? We need to know who took him." The teacher and the last adult watched the girl intently, eager for any information she could provide. They had security cameras, but they needed to know what they were looking for first.

The girl sniffled while she was embraced, trying desperately not to cry. Hastily rubbing her eyes, she pointed at the receeding SUV that had taken Noah.

"I- I saw four men in these fancy suits, like what Miss Leroux wears. And I remember what she taught me- always look at the license plate! KVG-8850! That's what it said."

The security guy took note of the vehicle the girl had pointed to. He shouted something like "I'm going after them", before bolting around the corner to grab his motorcycle. Desperately hoping that the SUV wouldn't disappear before he could hit the road.

She looked up sheepishly. "Will you save Noah?"

The two adults left nodded to each, wordlessly confirming their next actions. The teacher turned her attention back to the girl, continuing to comfort her. "Of course we will. We're all family here. You did well remembering the plate number. We adults will get Noah back in no time. Now, let's get you inside and comfortable. We can't have another one to worry about, can we?" The woman's tone was teasing at the end, giving a little boop to the girl's nose. Her arm around the girl made to steer her inside.

The small girl gave a little giggle, easily allowing herself to be returned back to the Orphanage.

Meanwhile, the other man pulled out his phone while walking briskly to his office. With the press of a button, he dialed the emergency number on his phone. The phone in Omakase's Penny Stakes hideout rang briefly before it was picked up.

"We've got a situation. A child was kidnapped by an SUV, likely another faction by the description. The plate reads KVG-8850. Messani ran after them, but I doubt he could tail them for long. Tell me we can get eyes on them."

As Messani made to follow after the black SUV, a very interesting thing would happen. After about five minutes to hairpin turns and screeching through traffic, the van turned off into an alley. By the time Messani arrived, however, all he would find was the black SUV with its back doors wide open. The occupants, and Noah, were long gone...

Grey Heights

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Poppy felt unusually agitated today. She was supposed to receive a shipment of smuggled goods at the docks today but didn't have the patience for it. The shipment was exotic mushrooms, some hallucinogenic, some poisonous, and others simply coveted for their taste. A client was craving decadent fungi, and it didn't hurt to order a few extra items from their mushroom dealer.

After delegating her second-in-command to go in her stead, she decided to stroll along the food promenade and check on her tenets. The draft from the river cooled her head, but the restless feeling wouldn't go away. Poppy chose a random restaurant to enter. Maybe she was low on blood sugar. Even if she was fine, it didn't hurt to stock up on some energy for her Gyft. It was a quaint little bistro, the only worker in sight was a homely woman, sitting behind the bar. Poppy sat before the woman, presumably the owner, and ordered pizza bites with a glass of apple cider. Maybe it was her upbringing, her tastebuds were more satisfied with the common foods even when she had access to the most gourmet.

The homely woman smiled, revealing a gold tooth. "Hey hun, you got it. One plate 'o pizza bites and a cider coming right up."

She stuck a recipe to the window on the back wall, and a lone chef gave it a peek, quickly disappearing again to, presumably, make it. The convince with hot comfort fare was that they were relatively quick and easy to make. While the owner prepared the cider, a hot basket of bites slide across the window's shelf. These were both placed in front of Poppy, and the owner flashed that dazzling smile of her again.

"Let me know if you need anything else, dear."

Poppy could only return the woman a curt nod. The fresh goodness tasted bland in her mouth. Logically, she knew the bread was perfectly soft, and the tangy tomato sauce was well-seasoned to balance out the greasiness. But her nerves were as taut as a piano string. She knew something was about to happen.

The minutes passed in quiet bliss. Until, slowly, a gentle creep took the air. A draft from the outside entered through the swinging door, and footsteps clicked across the worn floor directly towards Poppy. A silver-haired man took the bar stool beside her, waving the owner down.

"An apple pie shot, please. Two, one for me, one for the nice lady," He said, side-eyeing Poppy.

The owner stared for a moment, her entire demeanor shifting to something a bit more cautious. The shots were made and placed in front of the two.

Indeed, the new presence in the bistro set something off. It wasn't just the air from the outside that stirred the stale atmosphere. It was the man himself. Poppy scrutinized the man as he moved beside her and called for the shots.

Poppy knew the air about him. He was someone from the same world as her. He wasn't someone she recognized, not that she was particularly good with faces. She was sure he wasn't from a nearby faction, though. Those, she was well-acquainted with. His actions spoke that he had come for her. What for, was the question.

She ignored her food and her new drink. "Can I help you with something?" She asked tersely, not one for beating around the bush, especially with her recent irritability. She kept some semblance of civility, not knowing what the man wanted, but her furrowed brows told of her impatience.

The man merely smiled, tossing his shot back, letting the now-empty glass clink with gusto against the counter. He sighed softly, appearing the relish the taste of alcohol on his tongue, before he side-eyed Poppy. If he noticed her impatience, it didn't affect the slow, non-chalant speed at which he spoke.

"Got a job for ya, Poppy. There's a dirty cop that's run outta usefulness. I want you to take some of your boys and... lift some evidence off her. Something that will incriminate her.

"Think you can do that for me? I'll pay you well for it, of course."

Omakase Hideout, Penny Stakes

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However, there was some good news. The phone was picked up in Omakase's Penny Stakes Hideout, and a smooth tone answered. "I'm tapping into the CCTV now..."

There was a click of a tongue. "No good. The license plate was flagged, owned by a Matteo Dinero, but it's already been abandoned. However, I'm currently tracking three suspect vehicles that just left the vicinity. Your boy could be in any one of them. Getting eyes to follow them now while I keep on the CCTV..."

People began moving at the Penny Stakes hideout. Once they got a name, one guy took to search who this Matteo Dinero was. More eyes helped with the CCTV footage, and calls were made to those out in the streets. One of these calls was made to Messani, updating him since he was one of the closest in the area.

After some time, the one running the identity search shouted to the group, "Hey guys, I don't think you'll like this. This Dinero guy is the underboss of Thorned Roses. I hope they lost a vehicle recently, 'cuz otherwise, we're in for some big trouble."

Messani's findings

Messani knew he'd lost his mark. But before he could return, he took a good look into the van, hoping to find something, anything that might provide a clue to the identities of these kidnappers and where they were headed.

As Messani looked through the abandoned SUV, he could only find one thing of note, besides the smell of aftershave, cigarettes, and thick cologne. Left on the backseat was a custom playing card of a king wrapped in beautifully detailed, thorned roses. The calling card of the Thorned Roses. Scrawled on the patterned back of the card was a short message:

Behave and he stays safe.

Omakase's call reached Messani at the perfect time. The card had confirmed the team's earlier suspicions -- that this was much bigger than just a violent mugging of a child. The Thorned Roses must have some form of demand.

The guy who was obviously the leader of this group let out a sigh. "Shit. Alright, keep doing what you're doing. I'm gonna call this in to Pops." he walked over to a corner for his call, just far enough that he wasn't surrounded by background noise but still wouldn't miss any new information they gained.

The phone rang once. Twice. No answer. She shouldn't be busy right now.

He tried calling again, knowing Pops would pick up the second call even if her hands were tied up.

Random Bistro, Grey Heights

_{Mentions: Emily @LanaStorm Interactions: Matteo Dinero (NPC)}

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Poppy's leg bounced as the stranger dragged out his words. Oh great, more headaches to deal with. She knocked back the delicious shot, hoping to take the edge off. Coincidentally, apple pie shots were one of her favourite drinks. It reminisced of baking she did with Mrs. Leroux. The man seemed a little more agreeable once the sweetness enveloped her from the inside.

With a clearer head, Poppy pondered his proposal. She would never turn down good money. Plus, so far, the job didn't pose too much potential danger. Omakase at least have an amicable relationship with the Penny Stakes precinct, having a reign on the most volatile members who lived out in tents, and enough money to bribe those in Grey Heights to turn a blind eye to the lesser transgressions.

"If you know me, you know I don't like risking my boys. Tell me more about this target." Poppy took a sip of her cider, now tasting more sour than she'd liked in contrast to the aftertaste of the shot. She clicked her tongue. "Oh, and may I know who I'm dealing with? You obviously know who I am, so it's only fair to introduce yourself." She cocked her head with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, not that he had once faced her to study her expression yet.

He gave a wolfish grin, "A lady who ere's on the side of cautious. I can respect that."

His eyes glanced back to the owner, "A rum and coke, if you could. Double-shot."

The drink was placed in front of him. He gave a satisfactory sip before holding the glass by its rim, forearms resting on the bar. His dark eyes glanced side-long at her.

"Your target's name is Emily Newport. Runs a corrupt cop division in Gold Rim. Easy enough job to lift a bit of their paper. Anything that would get her put behind bars for at least five, ten years would do."

He hovered his glass against his lips, before snorting in light-hearted humour, recounting a joke only he knew, before he gave a slanted smile to Poppy. "Matteo. Mister Matteo Dinero. But you can just call me Matteo, hun."

Poppy quickly noted the information about this corrupt cop. Gold Rim, a bit far from her base... and a bit close to where he was. A cop too. But no matter, she didn't need to show herself for this.

Before she could continue her thoughts, her phone rang. She turned it off without even looking at who it was. It would be bad form in the presence of company, with whom she was discussing business no less.

While her previous thoughts were interrupted, she found no reason to turn the man down. "Matteo," she began. Her face now sported a business smile to match his grin. His name did ring a bell — Thorned Roses, was it? Now Gold Rim made sense. "I will gladly do business with you, but --"

Her attempt at negotiating the terms was cut short by her phone ringing again. She knew that it meant urgent business. "Excuse me, I must take this call. One of my boys might've set fire to our backyard." She attempted to make a joke before slipping away to take the call.

The man on the other end began explaining the trouble that had found them. Her heart wrenched when they said it was Noah who was taken. Her Noah. Surely, it was a coincidence they had chosen him out of the dozens of children she housed. She pushed aside the fear that was grappling at her. She needed to stay cool to handle the situation and to hide the fact that he meant so much to her.

At the mention of Thorned Roses, her eyes darted to the man nursing his second drink. A growl rose in her throat along with the feeling of anger. She gripped her phone in her hand, letting it fall from her face as she strode back to her seat. In her rage, she subconsciously activated her Gyft ever so slightly, and her fist flew to the handsome man's face in a blur.

"Maybe you should've opened with how you kidnapped one of my children." She gritted through her teeth, her mind trying its best not to dwell on who exactly had been taken.

Matteo didn't react. In fact, he may have welcomed the beating as the fist connected with his face. His only move was to slightly turn his head, anticipating she might be violent. That way, her fist would land on his cheek.

Still hurt.

His drink was knocked from his hand, shooting across the bar and shattering on the floor. The owner paled, but didn't move from her position, only stepping back a little. Matteo didn't move from where he had been forced back, instead, his eyes locked on her.

"That's strike one, sweetheart. Hit me again, I dare you."

He sighed, grinning a little as he straightened himself in his chair, fingers brushing against the raw skin on his cheek.

"Rest assured, your Noah will be returned to you in one piece so long as you behave. Or I might have to get creative in how I carve up his face."

Poppy's eyes narrowed at his wording. No, he couldn't possibly have known. His threat did pull her out of her blind rage, however. Physical assault might not have been the best course of action here. But he deserved it.

Matteo's smirk widened a little, seeing the rage and struggle in her eyes, before shrugging. "You got a week. When you got the goods, return here. And maybe, maybe, if you have the best behavior, I'll let Noah go, hm?"

She wanted nothing more than to wipe that taunting smirk off his face. If her knife if not her raw fist. But alas, he'd caught her by the throat with a hostage in his hands. Her fist clenched and relaxed. It wasn't like she had any other options.

She eased away from him, tone icy cold. "I like to think myself an honorable businesswoman, but if that's how you're going to play it. So be it. I will hold my end of the bargain. You better hope Noah comes back to us without a hair amiss. You wouldn't want the wrath of my group unleashed on you." She certainly wasn't known as Mother Goose for writing nursery rhymes.

With that, Poppy spun on her heels and stormed out of the restaurant. She needed to get moving if she only had a week. She wasn't going to let go of the leads she already had on Noah's kidnapping either.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

hahaha I'm both excited and terrified of the interaction between Emily and John

Emily can make him work for her, but she can't bend his ways.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

@Estylwen No, that makes sense. The lethal blow thing is more of an example to illustrate the mechanism for his Gyft.

Actually, can we deal life-threatening blows to minor NPCS directly?

And of course, what is enhanced if his aim, not the bullet or the path of the shot.

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The baby daddy

The Righteous Cop

John Leroux

33 | Male | Detective in Ragged Gavel

Description:

John very much takes after his father -- stubbornly set on his ideals -- even if this was a city of crimes, and even if his father met a gruesome end. His mother had been devasted by the death of her husband and hoped only for a safe mundane life for her two children. Look at how that turned out. One ran back to her street urchin friends after stealing from his family, and the other had disobeyed her only wish, entering the police force the moment she had passed.

John feels very conflicted towards Poppy. He hated her for violating his family -- his mother -- with her crimes, but he also loved her for being a good sister and daughter before that. He also felt something like a relief or gratefulness that his mother was no longer there to suffocate him. How he feels about Poppy doesn't matter anymore, since they haven't seen each other since the day she ran away and they are half a city apart. （Yes, he has heard some chatters about a red-haired mafia boss who has taken a particular liking to orphaned children) However, some of the days, the brilliant girl would visit his dreams, leaving him to wonder what made him feel so empty when he woke up.

It has been over a decade since he joined the precinct, but there is a reason he remained only a detective. His hotheaded unbending personality didn't do him any favours with both the good and the bad cops.

Gyft: Veracious Aim

His shots are as steady as his will to shoot. In other words, if he wants to deal a lethal blow, he needs to believe that person is bad and needs to be dead; if he wants to disable someone, he needs to wholeheartedly agree that that person needs to be disabled at that moment. Otherwise, he would miss his intended target.

The shot itself still follows the laws of physics -- the target must remain within line of sight, the bullet cannot deal more damage or reach a greater distance than its effective distance, etc.

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@Estylwen

I guess I should make a CS for the cop brother too.

I was thinking that all children left at the orphanage without a name would bear Poppy as their last name, both to honor their patron and to mark them as under her protection.

I love his Gyft though, it's like connected to his mother's.

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Goth Food Mommy

POPPY “Pops” LEROUX

Mother Goose | 32 | Female | 5’8” | 140?lbs

Goal: To provide a safe shelter for orphans and troubled children, make sure they’re well-fed and not forced into dangerous situations.

Secrets: She loved (loves?) a police officer, her adopted brother, who is stationed in Ragged Gravel. She secretly bore his child, whom she placed anonymously into her orphanage.

Fears:

• Innocent children getting hurt, or worse, dying.
• Her child being discovered
• Seeing her adopted brother at the other end of her knife
• Hunger

History:

Poppy grew up on the streets. She didn’t know who her parents were, if they were dead, and how she made it past her infancy. What she does know is that most adults are bad and children will suffer at their hands. Of course, there are exceptions to everything. Her exception was Mrs. Leroux. Yes, her name is given by Mrs. Leroux and she didn’t have one before that.

Mrs. Leroux only had her son, who was just a year older than Poppy. Mr. Leroux had died on duty not long after their son was born, leaving just the two of them. The Leroux was a well-to-do family in the richest part of the city, but Mr. Leroux had a cop dream, which landed him on the outskirts, his wife moving here with him. Mrs. Leroux had a decent job of her own and his husband’s assets to live off of, so taking in another young child was no big deal. If anything, the joy of another human in her life was greater than anything else money could buy. It was under these loving and moral values that the two kids grew up. As expected, Poppy’s adopted brother turned out just like his dad, wanting nothing more than to bring about justice to the world. Although the two children were close, Poppy, on the other hand, turned out a little different.

Blame it on the genes or the early years she spent on the streets, but Poppy was naturally attracted to the dark side of society. It was high school when the two children finally had more freedom away from the watchful eyes of Mrs. Leroux who cared a little too much about safety. Poppy started committing petty crimes with her street-kid friends. Poppy may have been taken away from her desolate life, but she never forgot those she survived with before that. They kept contact before then, with Poppy occasionally offering them some of her allowance. However, she knew it was nowhere near enough. It was either to sell themselves to some sketchy organization or to become a faction of their own. They chose the latter.

At first, Poppy only acted as bait or decoy for the other children, seeing as she was well-presented and would lower the guards of passersby. Then, as they encountered more and more close calls and dangerous situations, Poppy found that she had a way with knives. Having cooked at home with Mrs. Leroux and enjoyed it, she already knew she was a good cook, but now, she discovered how knives could be used to harm.

Honestly, kids never meant to do bad things, but life had a way of pushing them in that direction. Poppy didn’t even finish high school when the incident happened. A fight broke out, chaos ensued, and somehow she was made the leader of this kid group. She knew she had to take care of the group, or they’d all be dead. After some careful planning, Poppy stole a decent sum from Mrs. Leroux, gathered her forces in the slums, and took revenge. This was the start of Omakase’s growth. With such a large group, mouths needed to be fed. Poppy took care of that. The children could eat for free, but adults had to pay a tribute. The menu was left up to Poppy, depending on what she had on hand, thus came about the name of the faction.

Over the next few years, the Omakase faction amassed influence and funds. They had the tent park more or less under control and a good number of commercial streets in Grey Heights were “under their protection”. They never strayed from their starting aim of providing a safe option for the children who had no options. They have started the construction of the Poppy Orphanage. At that time, their base was a homely tavern along the riverbanks.

That was when Poppy saw her adopted brother again. He had just become a cop and was out with his new colleagues, having a drink in her restaurant. She overheard that Mrs. Leroux had passed away not long after Poppy’s leaving. That was how she couldn’t stop him from following his father’s steps. He didn’t recognize her, she thinks, with her tattoos, piercings and dyed hair. He did recognize her love for him that broke out of the floodgates, though, even in his drunken daze. It was a night that she would never forget, and he would probably never remember. He also gave her a child.

Knowing that she was living a dangerous life, and that her relationship with him would be fatal to both of them, she kept all of it a secret. Thankfully, she awakened her Gyft at that point, and she could use it to hide her growing child and explain away her increased appetite. She sped up establishing the new orphanage, and spread the word far and wide. Along with hopes of saving more children from misery of being homeless or abused, Poppy was also hoping to hide a tree – her tree – amongst a forest.

Fast forward to the present day, Poppy’s organization was big enough that she no longer needed to employ any of her children for her dirty work. They could all spend their days in blissful ignorance while the dirty adults did the dirty work. The children coming out of her orphanage could become the honorable adults she never could. This was the hope from the beginning. But that’s not enough. There are still so many children suffering around the city, heck, even within her own district that she hasn’t saved. For this, she needs more money… more people. Just, hopefully, karma doesn’t come back to bite the ones she loves.

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Alliance: Mafia Boss

District:
Grey Heights
Comfortable District

Being close to the Southern gate and having good access to imported goods, this district is known as the middle class’ good time. Littered with malls and individual stores, offering goods and services alike, anyone with a few bucks to spare is promised a good time. The most popular street would be the waterfront promenade lined with all sorts of food establishments.

For the food connoisseurs, however, there’s a better destination a bit away from the main street. It was the private establishment, Kusaya – owned by our beloved Poppy. This reservations-only restaurant can procure anything you wish to eat, legal or not. There will be no worries about law enforcement, as the establishment promises a truly private experience, should a dubious request come to pass. Those less accessible materials will require more time and a heftier price, of course. The food will be expertly prepared by the owner herself, so the taste can be guaranteed, but you’ll never know if she’s slipped you a little something extra. After all, this establishment was created to rob the rich.

Penny Stakes
Poor District

A district with a high population density, packed with those unable to afford better accommodation. The few high-rises stuck out like a sore thumb against the slums that are the rest of the district, not that the tall buildings were in any good shape. While convenience stores can be found around every corner, other types of commercial buildings are rare. The streets are filthy and constantly smelled of weed. It’s a neighbourhood one wouldn’t walk through alone if they didn’t live here.

Originally a public park, the open space next to the river was occupied by squalid tents of the truly desperate. It had been the rowdiest area, but under Poppy’s iron knife, the residents learned to keep to themselves, and not disturb those on their way to Grey Heights.

At the east edge, The Poppy Orphanage occupies a large area next to Grey Heights and Elysium Heights. This place truly looks the part of a sanctuary, complete with its own elementary school and spacious enclosed grounds.

One of the rundown buildings was commandeered by Poppy as her drug production base, producing weed and other low-end illicit substances.

Faction: Omakase

Created by Poppy and several other street kids, this faction didn’t trust adults easily but lent whatever it could to any child asking for help. Having moved beyond its rough earlier days, the faction was now fully capable of providing a sanctuary to the less fortunate children. They actively sought out abandoned children and provided them with a home. The orphanage also provided adoption services, but with the strict selection process, and the state of the city, few couples even made inquiries. Omakase also offers food banks around Penny Stakes, and prioritizes hiring teenagers for part-time positions in Grey Heights. All of these activities are funded by the commercial activity in Grey Heights and drug deals in Penny Stakes.

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Gyft: Metabolica Diabolica

The ability to control one’s own metabolic rate. This Gyft manifested from Poppy’s irregular eating habits. Since a young age, she often wished to eat as much as she could when she had food, for she didn’t know when her next meal would be.

With this Gyft, Poppy can store an insane amount of food as pure energy in her body, without any change in her physical appearance. However, her weight will change accordingly, which, in turn, will change how her body moves.

She can intentionally increase her metabolic rate to increase her speed and healing. With a high enough metabolic rate, she is essentially unaffected by any injuries that don’t one-shot her. However, this depletes her energy supplies quickly. For this, she keeps high-energy snack on hand at all times.

While she could also decrease her metabolic rate, she rarely sees a point other than keeping her hands cool while making sushi.

Limitations and Weaknesses:

Her speed and healing are limited by her energy supplies.

If she overexerts herself and isn’t able to replenish through nourishments, she will faint from low blood sugar. She also cannot eat more than 10lbs of food per day.

If she eats too much and gains too much weight, her speed and reflexes will be hindered. Although, her power will be increased. There is one point where she becomes too heavy for her body and becomes immobilized.

Mechanics:
Heavy-hitting = Five pieces of food

Allows her to hit as hard as cracking a brick wall, or cracking a ribcage. Allows one hit before her reserves deplete. Then must eat more food to heavy hit again.

Speed = Two pieces of food

Allows her to move as fast as a bullet for about five seconds. When the five seconds pass, she returns to normal speed and her reserves are depleted. While she has fast speed for those five seconds, any injury that is non-lethal becomes healed. Must eat more food to become fast again.

Over-eating = Twenty pieces of food per day

If she reaches at or over twenty pieces of food, she will become bloated and immobile, or have great difficulty moving.

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1. Nocturnia is sealed off from the world, so instead of moving from some outside town to Nocturnia, you could say they moved from one district in nocturnia to another.

@Estylwen

I wasn't sure how far back the isolation went, but yeah, this doesn't affect anything.

2. I would like to use these mechanics and limits instead for your powers. If you can agree with these, I think we can go ahead with your power. She will be ideal for short fights. What do you think of what I've written below?

Metabolism Mechanics

Heavy-hitting = Five pieces of food

Allows her to hit as hard as cracking a brick wall, or cracking a ribcage. Allows one hit before her reserves deplete. Then must eat more food to heavy hit again.

Speed = Two pieces of food

Allows her to move as fast as a bullet for about five seconds. When the five seconds pass, she returns to normal speed and her reserves are depleted. While she has fast speed for those five seconds, any injury that is non-lethal becomes healed. Must eat more food to become fast again.

Over-eating = Twenty pieces of food per day

If she reaches at or over twenty pieces of food, she will become bloated and immobile, or have great difficulty moving.

@Estylwen

Definitely. This is much easier to track than what I had.

I'll make the changes and post her to CHAR