Ginnungagap

From Dawn Till Dusk - Remastered Edition

Rudyar

RACE NAME: Rudyar
RACE TRAITS:
[0] Small - Members of this species are much smaller than other species, most likely due to some form of natural predator in their early history. A few feet tall, they possess a small stature that is easy to hide. While fast on their feet and quite nimble, they are usually not as strong due to their smaller size, and will take less punishment.
[+1] Dumb - Members of this species aren't exactly bright: they often have a hard time grasping more elusive concepts and pick up on new skills much slower. While they are certainly capable of coming up with new ideas on their own, the average population is not nearly as bright as their peers are.
[-2] Herculean - Members of this species could hardly be called natural, even by a stretch of the word. Their imposing frames hold a disproportionate amount of muscle mass compared to the size of their bodies. They are naturally much heavier than average, and they can lift weight several times of their own body mass. Though physically demanding, their bodies needing much more nutrients to keep them running, the benefits of this Herculean strength are undeniable.
[0/cosmetic] Bearded - They have beards. All of them. You cannot deprive them of beards.
[0/cosmetic] Dragons - Scales and scutes and lizardiness. They have tails, but aside from maybe helping balance if they were actually smart enough to use it for that, they're not exactly helpful

RACE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Art isn't ready yet

Klomster made this monstrosity so it's replacing the funny lizard for now

Stout, scaled, and steadfast, the Rudyar make a peculiar impact. They are humanoid, reptilian, and universally bearded. Quite despite the fact that evolution probably should not have come up with such a thing.
They only grow to about 3 feet in height, but they are dense in more ways than one, your typical adult weighing over 120 lbs, most of that in musculature. Most of their body is covered in scales, with scutes arranged around their head in a dizzying array of patterns. They come in several colors, though the majority are a sandy mix of browns and yellows.

Rudyars lay soft-shelled eggs, which can be left exposed to open air with little trouble, although it is generally better to keep them at least reasonably warm and dry.
Although sexually dimorphic, it can be a bit of a challenge identifying male vs female specimens at first glance, as while at a statistical level females are smaller, individual variance is a larger factor in height and build. Details in the structure of their heads tend to be the typical determinants, but even then there is some confusion regarding what factors are actually part of that.

POPULATION: Up for community vote, depending on traits
RACE BEHAVIOUR: Your average Rudyar is sociable, gregarious, and not all that bright. A crowd of Rudyars is a cacophony of sounds as they all decide to participate in conversation. It might not be particularly well-developed conversation, but at least they're trying. Due to how they space out when basking, they are also quite capable of holding these disjointed conversations from a distance.

Being mostly cold-blooded, the typical working day for a Rudyar starts about a half hour after the sun has risen, as they need to warm up to really get their muscles moving at full capacity. Basking is also just pleasant and the opportunity to partake more than just in the early morning would be quite desirable. Staying heated via fire is almost a necessity for them to function properly in the night, less they grow lethargic in the cold.
Once the Rudyars are moving though, they get moving, and there's not really much that can stop them. After all, despite their stature they are tough little buggers.

They have a natural tendency towards burrowing and hoarding; getting out of the sun and just being in contact with cool dirt being one of their primary means of cooling down after all.
Diet is mostly a question of what is available and just how smart the particular Rudyar who got the huge honor of getting to work near a firepit all day is. An important part of the palate is the elusive taste of "crunch", which is clearly its own distinct flavor component. Spicy and bitter flavors are largely unpleasant and avoided, but even sweet bows before the importance of crunch.

HISTORY: ...
CULTURE: ...
TECHNOLOGIES:

• - Primitive Technology

From Dawn Till Dusk - Remastered Edition

Rudyar

RACE NAME: Rudyar
RACE TRAITS:
[0] Small - Members of this species are much smaller than other species, most likely due to some form of natural predator in their early history. A few feet tall, they possess a small stature that is easy to hide. While fast on their feet and quite nimble, they are usually not as strong due to their smaller size, and will take less punishment.
[+1] Dumb - Members of this species aren't exactly bright: they often have a hard time grasping more elusive concepts and pick up on new skills much slower. While they are certainly capable of coming up with new ideas on their own, the average population is not nearly as bright as their peers are.
[-2] Herculean - Members of this species could hardly be called natural, even by a stretch of the word. Their imposing frames hold a disproportionate amount of muscle mass compared to the size of their bodies. They are naturally much heavier than average, and they can lift weight several times of their own body mass. Though physically demanding, their bodies needing much more nutrients to keep them running, the benefits of this Herculean strength are undeniable.
[0/cosmetic] Bearded - They have beards. All of them. You cannot deprive them of beards.
[0/cosmetic] Dragons - Scales and scutes and lizardiness. They have tails, but aside from maybe helping balance if they were actually smart enough to use it for that, they're not exactly helpful

RACE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Art isn't ready yet

Klomster made this monstrosity so it's replacing the funny lizard for now

Stout, scaled, and steadfast, the Rudyar make a peculiar impact. They are humanoid, reptilian, and universally bearded. Quite despite the fact that evolution probably should not have come up with such a thing.
They only grow to about 3 feet in height, but they are dense in more ways than one, your typical adult weighing over 120 lbs, most of that in musculature. Most of their body is covered in scales, with scutes arranged around their head in a dizzying array of patterns. They come in several colors, though the majority are a sandy mix of browns and yellows.

Rudyars lay soft-shelled eggs, which can be left exposed to open air with little trouble, although it is generally better to keep them at least reasonably warm and dry.
Although sexually dimorphic, it can be a bit of a challenge identifying male vs female specimens at first glance, as while at a statistical level females are smaller, individual variance is a larger factor in height and build. Details in the structure of their heads tend to be the typical determinants, but even then there is some confusion regarding what factors are actually part of that.

POPULATION: Up for community vote, depending on traits
RACE BEHAVIOUR: Your average Rudyar is sociable, gregarious, and not all that bright. A crowd of Rudyars is a cacophony of sounds as they all decide to participate in conversation. It might not be particularly well-developed conversation, but at least they're trying. Due to how they space out when basking, they are also quite capable of holding these disjointed conversations from a distance.

Being mostly cold-blooded, the typical working day for a Rudyar starts about a half hour after the sun has risen, as they need to warm up to really get their muscles moving at full capacity. Basking is also just pleasant and the opportunity to partake more than just in the early morning would be quite desirable. Staying heated via fire is almost a necessity for them to function properly in the night, less they grow lethargic in the cold.
Once the Rudyars are moving though, they get moving, and there's not really much that can stop them. After all, despite their stature they are tough little buggers.

They have a natural tendency towards burrowing and hoarding; getting out of the sun and just being in contact with cool dirt being one of their primary means of cooling down after all.
Diet is mostly a question of what is available and just how smart the particular Rudyar who got the huge honor of getting to work near a firepit all day is. An important part of the palate is the elusive taste of "crunch", which is clearly its own distinct flavor component. Spicy and bitter flavors are largely unpleasant and avoided, but even sweet bows before the importance of crunch.

HISTORY: ...
CULTURE: ...
TECHNOLOGIES:

• - Primitive Technology

Cross Gear

I see it might be a bit before there's a time to bring in more people but just saw this, liked the concept, so if you'll have me I'd like to jump in too

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Thomas Q. Rose

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Keystone City, Offices of Thomas Rose Investigations LLC
January 1st, 2020. 10:24 PM

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The office was dark, the only light coming in through a shuttered window that could not hope to illuminate the frames on the walls. There was an air of mystique to the arrangement, but its sole occupant at the moment sort of ruined the effect.
Thomas Rose's hand tapped the top of his desk impatiently, anxiety flowing through him. He knew better than anyone today would be a quiet day, it was after all, New Years. Nobody needed an investigator on New Years Day, certainly not someone who was quite unproven, even if he was selling himself as something special.

In a little flicker of motion, he flipped through one of the old paperbacks he'd set down on the desk last week. He knew it shouldn't have been possible, that the room should have been too shady to just casually read the text on those creamy-hued pages, but then again the fact that that sort of impossibility had become the norm for him was why he'd decided to do this begin with, wasn't it.
He held open the first page, words springing forth...
"Yes, sweetheart?" he asked of an Effie Ferine who could not answer.
"A customer?" he asked, as if the mute air had answered, "Shoo her in, darling, shoo her in"
His eyes skipped down a few lines as he stood up from the desk, laying the book back down on top even as he mockingly gestured to the chair on the other side. "But I knew it wasn't going to be as simple as going 'Now what can I do for you, Miss Wonderly?', now didn't I."

He took hold of a bag he'd set by the door on his way out. The little plastic sign up front flipped back to say 'Out Until'. A little marker pulled out and, with a moment of consideration, a big exaggerated "3" was slapped underneath. If one business was going to be quiet today, the least he could do would be to work for the other side after all. And while the city wasn't as festive as it was two weeks ago, there were always new shots to be taken somewhere.

---

The Rooftops of Keystone City
January 1st, 2020. 11:57 PM

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This though, this is what Thomas lived for. Central City was so much prettier when you could take in the whole image at once. Star Labs, which had looked so pure and sterile six months ago, well it was alive now. Alive and yet, it slept. Another lens, a tiny adjustment to the exact angle of the camera. A different exposure. Check the viewfinder. Adjust the tripod. Viewfinder. Click. The subtle sound of someone ascending the maintenance stairs behind him. Off the tripod. A chance look through the viewfinder and another click. Steps rising further. Tripod folded up, in the bag. Bag zipped shut, shoulder strap on. His own feet crossing the rooftop. The click of a latch, hinges swinging.
And for the woman who stepped onto the roof, the sight of no one up here. The reassurance of a smoke break that would go uninterrupted.

As for Thomas, he had memorized where the fire escape was before he'd even set up. Walked the distance to test how long he would have. He could disappear before anyone got on the roof. And even still, his work did not stop. Even though he was a bit lower down now, he still had quite a view of the skyline. And he'd be down here for at least few minutes anyway. So planning out the next shot would be simple enough...
Across the city, his eyes traced a sudden movement through the sky. A blur that couldn't have been a bird, nor a plane.
A metahuman? Flying in the open like that? In the middle of the day? Well, I guess some people have some lofty resolutions this year. he thought, putting his back against the wall as he considered the reverse-shooting-star. Well you go on rocket man, fly high. Looks like Keystone just got its own blur to challenge Central with.
Just wish the rest of us could be like you, could just fly around without a care in the world.

The sound of footsteps onto the smooth surface of the steps leading down was all the sign Thomas needed though. A few seconds, the roof access being closed back up with another swing of hinges and a click, and he climbed back onto the roof, his camera pointed downtown now. That blur might have been too fast to get a picture of it, but at least he could get something of downtown today. He wasn't sure exactly where that blur had popped up from, but certainly pictures of downtown on the day someone flew up up and away would be worth something. And he still had a good hour and a half of work to do before he left this spot anyway.
This was the day the world changed, but for Thomas, it was just another day of work.
Business was slow after all.
Maybe he could spin by the courthouse tomorrow, once they were opened. Talk to people. Get his name and face known. Hand out business cards.
Canvassing, that was the word for it.

"Tomorrow. This city awakes tomorrow to a brave new world."

---

Keystone City, Offices of Thomas Rose Investigations LLC
January 1st, 2020. 2:56 PM

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Thomas watched the video play through once more, footage that had been circulating the news for apparently most of the day. Footage of what had happened just before he'd seen that blur. Just what he needed, really. The city would be in an uproar for weeks after this.
And what was she wearing? What kind of ridiculous outfit even was that. What kind of person even owns a cape and is ready to just slip it on before flying off to stop a bank robbery.
Then again, it wasn't really fair to judge that, was it, considering what had informed his own fashion sense going into this new business.
"Actually, I wonder how long she spent working on that outfit. Doesn't look like the sort of thing you just get off the shelf."

"Can't really pay too much attention to that though," he considered aloud, swapping back over to actual work, pulling pictures from the camera and picking out which ones had turned out the best, what would go out on offer from him, "Though I do have to say, Sol, you have made sure the future will be interesting for all of us. They can't exactly call you the bad guy here after all."

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Thomas Q. Rose

Thomas Q. Rose

"Yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ."

| {Full Name} |

Tomás Rosa Quijano

| {Age} |

22

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

---

| {Appearance} |

Despite a somewhat athletic lifestyle, Thomas is not exactly what one might consider an impressive specimen. He's a bit short, standing at only 5'6", and he's thin and wiry, not really showing much in the way of muscle definition. A head of black hair sits above plain brown eyes that watch every detail of the world around him, framing a face that could serve just as well in front of the camera as behind. His outdoorsy lifestyle has left him with a decent, almost picturesque tan that just exists, where he makes no effort to enhance or improve upon it; it's just something that happens when you do what he does after all.
He is a professional, so he dresses well in his day-to-day life. Since he's not usually the person whose photo is being taken, he tries to make the best impression he can when he walks in the door.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Cinematography - Thomas is almost always going to have a camera on him, of various makes and models depending on the day. He has quite a few, after all, as he's spent his adult life as a photographer. With cameras come accessories, so expect to find lenses aplenty and whatever else he thought might be necessary when heading out
• Picking your Battles - While he doesn't always carry them with him because they're not exactly something you carry everywhere, Thomas does own a decent set of lock-picking tools of various makes. He tends to find it easier to scout out a location and then only bring the actual tools he'll need if he actually needs to involve doors while getting somewhere he shouldn't be. Your electronic keypads are probably safe though.

| {Physical Abilities} |

"Hᴜᴍᴀɴs ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴇ."

• Equestrian - Having grown up on a ranch, Thomas knows how to proper care for and raise horses, as well as how to train and ride them.
• Photography - Thomas spent the last few years earning money as a professional photographer, and has a wide breadth of knowledge on that front. His favorite pieces are cityscape and landscape photos, though he has also done whatever work paid as needed.
• Parkour - Thomas has often found a need to get to absolutely ridiculous positions in order to get the perfect shot. Or just to get somewhere where he strictly doesn't belong because not everyone is happy to invite some photographer up onto their roof for the next 3 hours while he looks for his moment. So he's picked up the skill to get anywhere, anytime.
• Covert Entry - Lockpicking is an art and learning it isn't too arduous. Every little bit helps when you want to get the perfect shot.
• People Watching - Something he's picked up more in the last month, using his powers, Thomas has become somewhat adept at reading people, even from a distance. It's like eavesdropping with his eyes. He's living rent-free in your head.

Given his powers though, you really should just always suspect a wider and wider skillset growing as time goes on.
| {Superpowers} |

"As ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪᴇs. Jᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ, ᴅᴜᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢ."

Origin - Metahuman

• Extrasensory Perception - Thomas can see, smell, hear, taste, and feel beyond the ability of a normal human, and can mentally process this extra information with no issues. Side effects may include but are not limited to a handy dandy sense of danger, the ability to pretend he has a sixth sense, the ability to notice things other people would ignore, eavesdropping, and enhanced cold reads.
• Skill Acquisition {Unaware} - Ever since the incident, Thomas has found his memory better, and his ability to learn is far beyond what should be possible. Even his muscle memory is enhanced. This isn't a product of being more intelligent, nor has it made him a genius. Just better at learning and mastering skills through practice and repetition, developing skillsets and knowledge. He isn't actually aware of this power, but that doesn't exactly stop it from working.

| {Limitations} |

• Practical Mechanics - Thomas might be the fastest-learning person you'll ever meet, but he's still limited by his physical body. He can't just watch someone who is bigger and stronger and then turn their own style against them and win. He would still be smaller and weaker, after all. He still has to be strong enough to do things, or fast enough, or whatever.

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| {Personality} |

Thomas is a methodical man, the sort that plans everything out ahead of time and then executes in a swift, unyielding blow. He is undeniably a businessman at heart, even if he isn't some rich, big-name corporate overlord. He enjoys connecting with people, and he's very much a self-motivated person, driven by pride more than anything else.
A lot of who Thomas is comes from his desire to make a name for himself, so one could easily describe him as selfish even if his actions benefit others. He loves the outdoors as he spent most of his formative years learning to love it. But he found passion, and yes, it is a proper passion, working behind the camera (ironic for someone who really wants the spotlight). He's willing to do a lot for the perfect shot, including doing things that aren't necessarily legal. And it's not like he's hurting anyone by sneaking around where he ought not to be, so it's not really "wrong".

| {Place of Origin} |

Thomas is native to the Keystone City area, having grown up in the historical sector on his father's ranch. While the Rosa name is somewhat new to the area (Thomas's grandfather having purchased it about 40 years ago), the land they're on isn't, nor is the ranch itself.

| {Background} |

"Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴇsᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴇsᴛ sɪᴇᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴛᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʟᴇᴄᴜʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ."

The third son of Tomás Rosa Calderón and Alejandra Quijano Guardia, Tomás Rosa Quijano grew up on the ranch his grandfather had purchased on moving to America from Mexico, going to an American school and coming home every day to help with the horses, he had a relatively comfortable if not laborious childhood. Not rich (well aside from being land-rich), but never poor.
Of the three children, Tomás was the one most influenced by the world outside the ranch. Sure, horses are amazing and you can't help but love horses, that's a simple fact of human nature, but simple logistics meant that, for one thing, he was very unlikely to be the child inheriting the ranch once dad retired, and another thing, as a hotblooded 16-year-old he came to the very clear and obvious conclusion that he needed to make his own name, and leave his own personal mark in the world.
This might have been influenced by the fact that his father named him Tomás. That certainly left some impetus for him to get out there and be himself rather than just his father's son. So he settled down and started to focus on his future. A future that would not have hay or horses in it.
It was hard to get going, to spread his wings and go do something new, something he hadn't even considered before, but he found himself in the world of photography. It sang to him, as much as a picture can sing. Then again, a picture is worth a thousand words.
He got that start while still in school, and he started his portfolio while still a minor. By the time he graduated, he was ready. He had enough equipment to start, he had some money saved up, and he made his start in the world.
The name Thomas Rose made its entrance to the professional scene in the form of Rose Photography LLC, solely owned and operated by a young man who called himself Thomas Q. Rose. And Thomas did exactly what you do when you put "Photography" in the name of your single-person company. He took pictures. He sold pictures. He sold his time as a photographer. He put money back in for better equipment, better training, and honed his understanding for years.
Things were good.
And then someone blew up a particle accelerator.
That changed things a fair bit.
Sure, Thomas wasn't immediately affected. But he kept an ear to the ground. The world was changing all of a sudden. Everyone seemed to understand at least that simple fact. Rumors about people with special powers were circling the twin cities like a cloud of buzzards. Rumors turned to stories; stories that one couldn't really ignore. Especially if you were the sort of person who could make a lot if you were the first to catch proof of one of those "metahumans" in action. Too bad the most obvious thing related to the whole mess was apparently a Blur that raced around the city at ludicrous speeds.
Five months passed before his own powers started to manifest. It was more subtle than some of the stuff that he heard whispers about, it was the sort of thing that some people might have ignored. It was a gradual shift in perception, something easy to miss. But he lived and worked in a visual medium, so an eye for detail was sort of part and parcel. And oh, how he had an eye for detail afterwards. And a nose, and ears, and everything else to go with it. He had been blessed with something special, a gift, and having been driven this far in life by doing what he felt passionate about, and by the desire to leave a mark on the world, he resolved to make use of this gift.
He dove into research in his free time, when he wasn't out doing his job or dealing with paperwork or handling his network of contacts in the industry. Spinning an extra plate seemed so much easier now, even though he couldn't put a finger on exactly how it was easier. A bit of paperwork and adjusting the setup at his office, and he was almost ready.
Thomas Rose Investigations LLC made a nice addition to his very odd corporate existence. On the Keystone City side of the Missouri River, at least, that was all it really took to set things up. Register as a charitable organization, set it up as a non-profit, and it qualified for exemption from needing a PI license. The Central City side of doing business is taking a fair bit longer, but he'd like to expand there just to be sure he can really help whatever clients come his way.
But business is opening today, and Thomas Q. Rose is about to walk into a world of heroes and villains the likes of which he could only have imagined six months ago.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Finished him up, let's see how this goes.

Thomas Q. Rose

Thomas Q. Rose

"Yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ."

| {Full Name} |

Tomás Rosa Quijano

| {Age} |

22

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

---

| {Appearance} |

Despite a somewhat athletic lifestyle, Thomas is not exactly what one might consider an impressive specimen. He's a bit short, standing at only 5'6", and he's thin and wiry, not really showing much in the way of muscle definition. A head of black hair sits above plain brown eyes that watch every detail of the world around him, framing a face that could serve just as well in front of the camera as behind. His outdoorsy lifestyle has left him with a decent, almost picturesque tan that just exists, where he makes no effort to enhance or improve upon it; it's just something that happens when you do what he does after all.
He is a professional, so he dresses well in his day-to-day life. Since he's not usually the person whose photo is being taken, he tries to make the best impression he can when he walks in the door.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Cinematography - Thomas is almost always going to have a camera on him, of various makes and models depending on the day. He has quite a few, after all, as he's spent his adult life as a photographer. With cameras come accessories, so expect to find lenses aplenty and whatever else he thought might be necessary when heading out
• Picking your Battles - While he doesn't always carry them with him because they're not exactly something you carry everywhere, Thomas does own a decent set of lock-picking tools of various makes. He tends to find it easier to scout out a location and then only bring the actual tools he'll need if he actually needs to involve doors while getting somewhere he shouldn't be. Your electronic keypads are probably safe though.

| {Physical Abilities} |

"Hᴜᴍᴀɴs ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴇ."

• Equestrian - Having grown up on a ranch, Thomas knows how to proper care for and raise horses, as well as how to train and ride them.
• Photography - Thomas spent the last few years earning money as a professional photographer, and has a wide breadth of knowledge on that front. His favorite pieces are cityscape and landscape photos, though he has also done whatever work paid as needed.
• Parkour - Thomas has often found a need to get to absolutely ridiculous positions in order to get the perfect shot. Or just to get somewhere where he strictly doesn't belong because not everyone is happy to invite some photographer up onto their roof for the next 3 hours while he looks for his moment. So he's picked up the skill to get anywhere, anytime.
• Covert Entry - Lockpicking is an art and learning it isn't too arduous. Every little bit helps when you want to get the perfect shot.
• People Watching - Something he's picked up more in the last month, using his powers, Thomas has become somewhat adept at reading people, even from a distance. It's like eavesdropping with his eyes. He's living rent-free in your head.

Given his powers though, you really should just always suspect a wider and wider skillset growing as time goes on.
| {Superpowers} |

"As ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪᴇs. Jᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ, ᴅᴜᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢ."

Origin - Metahuman

• Extrasensory Perception - Thomas can see, smell, hear, taste, and feel beyond the ability of a normal human, and can mentally process this extra information with no issues. Side effects may include but are not limited to a handy dandy sense of danger, the ability to pretend he has a sixth sense, the ability to notice things other people would ignore, eavesdropping, and enhanced cold reads.
• Skill Acquisition {Unaware} - Ever since the incident, Thomas has found his memory better, and his ability to learn is far beyond what should be possible. Even his muscle memory is enhanced. This isn't a product of being more intelligent, nor has it made him a genius. Just better at learning and mastering skills through practice and repetition, developing skillsets and knowledge. He isn't actually aware of this power, but that doesn't exactly stop it from working.

| {Limitations} |

• Practical Mechanics - Thomas might be the fastest-learning person you'll ever meet, but he's still limited by his physical body. He can't just watch someone who is bigger and stronger and then turn their own style against them and win. He would still be smaller and weaker, after all. He still has to be strong enough to do things, or fast enough, or whatever.

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| {Personality} |

Thomas is a methodical man, the sort that plans everything out ahead of time and then executes in a swift, unyielding blow. He is undeniably a businessman at heart, even if he isn't some rich, big-name corporate overlord. He enjoys connecting with people, and he's very much a self-motivated person, driven by pride more than anything else.
A lot of who Thomas is comes from his desire to make a name for himself, so one could easily describe him as selfish even if his actions benefit others. He loves the outdoors as he spent most of his formative years learning to love it. But he found passion, and yes, it is a proper passion, working behind the camera (ironic for someone who really wants the spotlight). He's willing to do a lot for the perfect shot, including doing things that aren't necessarily legal. And it's not like he's hurting anyone by sneaking around where he ought not to be, so it's not really "wrong".

| {Place of Origin} |

Thomas is native to the Keystone City area, having grown up in the historical sector on his father's ranch. While the Rosa name is somewhat new to the area (Thomas's grandfather having purchased it about 40 years ago), the land they're on isn't, nor is the ranch itself.

| {Background} |

"Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴇsᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴇsᴛ sɪᴇᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴛᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʟᴇᴄᴜʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ."

The third son of Tomás Rosa Calderón and Alejandra Quijano Guardia, Tomás Rosa Quijano grew up on the ranch his grandfather had purchased on moving to America from Mexico, going to an American school and coming home every day to help with the horses, he had a relatively comfortable if not laborious childhood. Not rich (well aside from being land-rich), but never poor.
Of the three children, Tomás was the one most influenced by the world outside the ranch. Sure, horses are amazing and you can't help but love horses, that's a simple fact of human nature, but simple logistics meant that, for one thing, he was very unlikely to be the child inheriting the ranch once dad retired, and another thing, as a hotblooded 16-year-old he came to the very clear and obvious conclusion that he needed to make his own name, and leave his own personal mark in the world.
This might have been influenced by the fact that his father named him Tomás. That certainly left some impetus for him to get out there and be himself rather than just his father's son. So he settled down and started to focus on his future. A future that would not have hay or horses in it.
It was hard to get going, to spread his wings and go do something new, something he hadn't even considered before, but he found himself in the world of photography. It sang to him, as much as a picture can sing. Then again, a picture is worth a thousand words.
He got that start while still in school, and he started his portfolio while still a minor. By the time he graduated, he was ready. He had enough equipment to start, he had some money saved up, and he made his start in the world.
The name Thomas Rose made its entrance to the professional scene in the form of Rose Photography LLC, solely owned and operated by a young man who called himself Thomas Q. Rose. And Thomas did exactly what you do when you put "Photography" in the name of your single-person company. He took pictures. He sold pictures. He sold his time as a photographer. He put money back in for better equipment, better training, and honed his understanding for years.
Things were good.
And then someone blew up a particle accelerator.
That changed things a fair bit.
Sure, Thomas wasn't immediately affected. But he kept an ear to the ground. The world was changing all of a sudden. Everyone seemed to understand at least that simple fact. Rumors about people with special powers were circling the twin cities like a cloud of buzzards. Rumors turned to stories; stories that one couldn't really ignore. Especially if you were the sort of person who could make a lot if you were the first to catch proof of one of those "metahumans" in action. Too bad the most obvious thing related to the whole mess was apparently a Blur that raced around the city at ludicrous speeds.
Five months passed before his own powers started to manifest. It was more subtle than some of the stuff that he heard whispers about, it was the sort of thing that some people might have ignored. It was a gradual shift in perception, something easy to miss. But he lived and worked in a visual medium, so an eye for detail was sort of part and parcel. And oh, how he had an eye for detail afterwards. And a nose, and ears, and everything else to go with it. He had been blessed with something special, a gift, and having been driven this far in life by doing what he felt passionate about, and by the desire to leave a mark on the world, he resolved to make use of this gift.
He dove into research in his free time, when he wasn't out doing his job or dealing with paperwork or handling his network of contacts in the industry. Spinning an extra plate seemed so much easier now, even though he couldn't put a finger on exactly how it was easier. A bit of paperwork and adjusting the setup at his office, and he was almost ready.
Thomas Rose Investigations LLC made a nice addition to his very odd corporate existence. On the Keystone City side of the Missouri River, at least, that was all it really took to set things up. Register as a charitable organization, set it up as a non-profit, and it qualified for exemption from needing a PI license. The Central City side of doing business is taking a fair bit longer, but he'd like to expand there just to be sure he can really help whatever clients come his way.
But business is opening today, and Thomas Q. Rose is about to walk into a world of heroes and villains the likes of which he could only have imagined six months ago.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

@Alfhedil Well, lacking any clue of what anyone else is thinking of, and I'm both flexible and coming up with this off the cuff...
I'm of two minds at the moment, as I usually am when given a setup like this. Depending on what other people are throwing up, first thought is to play up as someone on the edge of heroism and villainy, leaning into villainy due to some fatal flaw in their powerset that leads them to the conclusion that they can't really do good with it. So likely some powerset that is archetypically villainous: poison, darkness, or perhaps something linked closely to emotions and give them just the wrong kind of temperament to use it nicely and not enough self-awareness to notice that it's emotionally connected.
Having written that now, yeah if that's the broad angle I went with I would go with linking it into their emotions and have it seem to act on its own from the perspective of the character despite the fact that it's just them lashing out emotionally. A danger to themselves and those around them just because they have no real control of themselves.

The alternate is to basically go the exact opposite in terms of personality. My brain isn't feeling the middle ground right now, so while yeah sure the middle ground exists, going for pure, unadulterated idealism. A hero because doing good is good. It's the right thing to do. Don't know about powers yet on this end. Details tend to just flow in on me when they feel like it, see above for an example.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Depositing my interest here

World Trigger: Surge

Not gonna lie, I found World Trigger like this week thanks to the power of algorithms, and now it's here staring me in the face, also potentially the result of algorithms, so I think that means the internet might want me to express my interest here.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

@PigeonOfAstora by my count of submissions, we're still open for business. Not for much more unless we get another co-GM volunteer though.
One character per person though, and you'll probably want to join the conversation on Discord discord.gg/WPrfpJH