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Current Who needs Aquaman when you have real superheroes like Mermaidman and Barnacleboy.
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Contrary to what anyone says, As Fuck is a reliable unit of measurement.
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"Write drunk, edit sober," is a viable strategy until you realize anything you write just divulges into offbeat ramblings.
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There's nothing like finishing a good book at 4 in the morning.
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It's best if you remove the shapeshifting in its entirety. While she is a Psion, she's also still human, so that ability feels completely out of left feild as its more physical rather than mental. No need to look for a replacement. Simply removing it would do.

As for the nerfs, perhaps you can shorten the distance limit on some of your abilities as well?
@Jasonhero
I'd rather you remove the shapeshifting and nerf the abilities a bit more.
The Psion


Several issues with her. Fix it, and she should be alright:

  • I don't quite understand how Shapeshifting is a psychic ability. It rather seems quite out of nowhere, so perhaps you could remove it?
  • Some of her abilities are OP. More specifically, the telekinesis. While you mentioned that ability is 'strong', it's never specified how strong. Perhaps you could give her a weight limit? Also, would her mind reading be just secluded to surface thoughts, or will she be able to pick up memories as well? Wouldn't she feel mentally exhausted?
  • Her backstory has an additional detail I'd like to question. How would she have survived the telekinetic explosion? I feel like she'd at least suffer a bit more physical damage.

I ain't no quitter.

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Man, you were one of those kids?


You'd be too if the teacher gave out fruit scented stickers.
Present!
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And now I'm dreading our 1st encounter with a vampire.


Worst case scenario, it's a sparkly one.
Oct. 14, 2016 || Fuller Park || 6:31am


At that moment, the King couldn't tell who was stupider: The vig on the street playing chicken with boomboomexplosive-man, or themselves for running towards the explosion.

Toy King stumbled as the cacophonous BOOM shook the alleyway, a flare of orange and red illuminating the darkened streets. The smell of gunpowder and smoke seemed to choke the air as the fire raged on, unperturbed by the pouring rain. Somewhere a car went off, followed by the howls of several dogs and perhaps some yelling. It was hard to tell when thunder and bombs were going off at once. Toy King steadied themself against the alley wall, staring the ruined street. A body lay amongst the debris, but it was hard to say who's it was or if it even was alive. And judging by how things went, it probably wasn't.

They shook their head and turned away, a bitter taste in their mouth. Death was a regular part of this job. It was full of danger with a hollow reward. Cops, criminals, other vigilantes; there was even those damn Iconclausts and their trail of blood. From day one and even before that, the danger of being a vigilante was clear. Still, the distance between parading around totally fine to a battered, broken body nine seconds later was surreal and uncomprehending.

A flash of lightning and a blur of shadow shook them from their thoughts. Toy King quickly reached for their pipes, the movements quick and fluid from years of practice. Their muscles were tense, their stance ready, as their dark eyes swept across the dark alleyway. There was something there. What, they didn't know. Something creeping at the corner of their eye, lurking in the shadows waiting to--

"That took some balls!"

Holy--

Toy King whirled around, pipes flailing wildly as the voice pierced the air from behind them. With a grunt of surprise, they slipped on the wet cement and, with the grace of a drunk flamingo trying to hook up with an elephant, slammed into the cold ground below. It took a moment (and a bit of embarrassed coughing) before they stood back up and dusted off their soaked hoodie.

The shadow forgotten, the King rushed out of the alleyway. A guy, probably another vig, was making his way to the now moving figure on the ground. A soft, amused Tch slipped out of their mouth. So idiot was tougher than they looked. Good to know. Toy King sheathed their pipes and walked out of the alleyway, promptly signing the ever so eloquent words: 'What the hell?'
||Koa Jakwela||


It wasn't the furtive whispers that drew Koa's attention--those were lost in the excited murmurs of the hunting party--but the sudden vanishing of several others that caught her eye. She searched the crowd, suddenly aware of the presence in her group. Or rather, lack of presence. One of the painters was gone and, curiously enough, the Akit'r as well. Annoyance mingled with anticipation inside her, increasing as the time of the hunt drew nearer and nearer. It wouldn't be long until they set off now. Where were they?

One of the hunters, a curious looking man that Koa narrowed her eyes at with unease, offered to go search for them before darting off. Koa paced and clenched her bow, restlessness already getting to her. The painters' song was beginning to wane, as was the young huntress' patience. Not even a minute passed before, with a grumble, Koa went off the fetch them herself.

They were found easily enough, sitting by a gathering of plants. There were five of them grouped around, the hunter that departed moments prior included. In the center of them all was strange...thing. That was all Koa could think to describe it. Some thing with pale, fragile leaves tattooed in black. What it was, she didn't know, but the air of mystery it seemed to carry was enough to momentarily steal away Koa's words. She shook her head and blinked hard, forcing her curious eyes away from it, though they traitorously flickered back once or twice.

"Hey," she called roughly, crossing her arms, "are we just going to stand here and wait for it to rain Yakkuls, or are we gonna go out there and hunt?"
Working on my post. Expect it up by tonight or tomorrow morning!
It was the rain that woke Santiago from beneath his makeshift shelter. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops danced across the roof, creating an almost rythmic sound against the dark. Dribbles of water leaked from the hastily patched up tears in the roof. Some of it dripped onto the large man's head, breaking him away from his uneasy sleep. His eyes opened and, for a brief moment, confusion flashed through the sleepy haze. Santiago's hand instinctively moved to his bat--a habit born from necessity--before realization took over and his tensed form relaxed. Right. He was safe here. Or at least, safer than walking around out there.

Santiago awkwardly stretched his limbs in the cramped space, wincing as a sharp pain filled his body. The wound on his abdomen throbbed with a dull ache, a shadow of the pain it would grow into later in the day. It was only hours prior that he had the misfortune of running into a band of bandits. They had struck hard and fast, and, while Santiago had managed to fled, the damage was already done. While a clumsily wrapped bandaged had managed to staunch the bleeding, it'd take a real medic to do any longterm fixing up.

He grabbed his supplies, hefting the familiar weight of the bat before stepping outside. The ash sky gave little light, yet far in the distance was the unmistakable silhouette of buildings. He'd heard rumors of a mall. A sanctuary of supples and possible allies. There he'd find some help, something to keep going if for a little while. But he'd need to move fast. Giving his surroundings a quick, hasty look, Santiago gathered his bearings and set off towards the city.
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