Hillan

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T

T H E A L L B L A D E
T H E A L L B L A D E

^{"Your soul versus mine. Let's see who can walk out of here."}

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Jason Todd, Qahir Al-Hamra ♦ Assassin Of The Supernatural♦ All Caste Headquarters.

O R I G I N S:

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^{"You guys wanna come at me all at once, or shall I kick your ass one at a time?"}

Jason Todd was never meant to be the boy wonder. The little soldier who could - the thug who got saved from a life of crime by a man in a bat-shaped cowl. He was never meant to be the young man who fought tooth and nail to save his own, and his mother's life from the hands of a madman. His destiny laid far beyond the grimy streets of Gotham. His identity was supposed to be more than the 'fucked up Robin'. This is fate, uninteruppted. Destiny as it was supposed to be. A Jason Todd who grew up as the great cosmic theatre had ordained him to. Growing up to an addict mother and a career criminal father, Jason lived mostly on the streets in Gotham, nothing but the ragged clothes on his back from his first steps. Always providing for himself, looking out for those close to him, but never getting that in return. At nine years old Jason was attacked by a monster out of this world. Something beyond even the madness of Gotham city's constant violence and fear. Som, Something that knew what he was, what he would become. He was saved by the ones who would show him his path, his destiny. He was brought before the All Caste, the secret order of warrior-monks and mystics who work in secret to keep the mortal realm safe from beings that would herald the great darkness, the end of all life as humans have known it. They believed this street-urchin was what they had been waiting on for millennia.

Jason's grew up being raised to become the chosen champion of this guild, their greatest warrior. Ducra, the leader of the All-Caste would raise him as her own. The entire guild were to see to it that he would prepare his entire life for a final battle against the Untitled foes. He's never been stoked on this idea, instead striking out as much as he can on his own, avoiding his responsibilities and pursuing his own ideals. Jason Todd always wanted to be set loose onto the world. Believing himself more than capable. Armed with his birthrights, half-finished training, magical power, the temperance of youth and his own moral codex. He's out to do what's right, save people now and bringing evil to justice. Not sitting around waiting to save the world in some prophesized showdown that's far beyond certain.

Out of the All Caste's overbearing protective nature of a nurturing chamber. He's rebirthed into the world at large. A teenage hero who's struggling with the expectations of his elders and the destiny ahead of him. Foreign to our mundane world he was once born into. Burning with desire for adventure and helping people. This is a tale of figuring out all the trials and tribulations the mortal and magical worlds offer the boy who could have been bat.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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"I'm not good, not bad. Just practical as hell." The dark haired boy said, as he entered the room through the window he had opened from the outside, removing the grey cloth hood that was secured over his face, tossing it back and letting it fall down to his shoulders, chucking the blowpipe and the pack of darts from his legs onto the makeshift bed in his side of the room. He pulled out the bloody knife from his other side, and started wiping it off. He walked towards the bathroom, as if he owned the place. The actual owner took notice.

"You keep saying that, but I disagree. You're real fuckin' bad at knocking, or respecting other people's privacy! I could've been masturbating, Jason! That's not very practical. I thought you said you were gonna blow town, by the way?! Gary cried out, as neurotic as always. Mr. Green was lying in his bed in his bedroom in his parents spacious apartment. Clearly unphased by Jason's behavior, beyond the rudeness of it all. Jason, cleaning himself off with a recently washed towel, which made Gary grit his teeth upon seeing such an expensive towel be wasted on washing away what he could only assume wasn't human blood.

"Ducra scried. Uh, sorry, called. Job's not done here. There's clearly still more magical influence left in this town, and she said 'it is of utmost importance young Qahir that you fulfill your promise to this life'. So you're stuck with me, bunk buddy. How did the thing go? Did your man win the duel?" Mimicking his guardian's ancient tongue as he chuckled, tossing his bag of things into the pullout-sofa on the other end of the room. Gary cracked a smile.

"Duel? No, it was a wrestling match. Josh got absolutely destroyed, though. His opponent was not normal, man, straight up built different, Josh had no chance." Gary caught his turn of phrase as he saw the look on his friends face change.
"Not normal you say? Did Josh's family prepare funerary rights after his destruction?" Jason pondered, turning towards his bag to start digging through his collection of magical trinkets.

"No, Jason. It's not all monsters, man. It's just a figure of speech. The dude, Devin, was surprisingly good at wrestling, was all. Josh is fine. Bruised, his ego mostly." Jason nodded and started putting his things back in place.
"Oh. I got you. Thanks, I'm still struggling with all of the modern slang. Teenagers used to say 'Schway' last I was in the states."
"Nobody has ever said 'Schway', Jason. Not even in backwaters Gotham, I refuse to believe that." They both laughed.

Jason finished changing out of his dirty clothes and emerged 15 minutes later in a normal outfit. a graphic Tee, a stonewashed pair of jeans and a pair of 'fun socks' that Gary insisted on were cool. Seeing his friend on his phone, he cleared his throat. "Wanna leave your digital oracle device behind? Come play The Nintendo with me dude." Gary laughed, life was never boring with Jason around, that's for sure.

Some time later.

Gary laid in the mud as the rain poured over him, scared witless, his palms facing down into the dirt. He was injured, surface level wounds. His eyes looked up, first seeing his own wounded knee and then higher yet. In front of him, the deformed body of an oversized teenage boy was kneeling, black goo oozing out of his mouth, ears and one eye. He was mumbling something in a language Gary did not comprehend. Above him, stood Jason, holding the awe-inspiring, flaming golden sword, the All-blade to the monsters throat with one hand. The twin of the blade was protruding through the monster's chest. Jason was panting, bleeding a little. His clothes worn, the rain felt heavy on his skin. His stare intense, focused. Despite being tired and hurt, Gary could clearly see that Jason was in complete focus and control. Nothing like the rather scatter-brained boy he usually saw. It was clear to him that this was what his best friend did, and he was not just good at it. He was terrifying.

Lightning cracked as the monstrous teenager tried to move, Jasonsteadied his grip on the blade through the boy's chest, locking his left shoulder in place. The blade flaring up in color, as did it's twin. The monster burst into one last attack.
"Devin's built different no more. Go in peace, lost soul." His tone was harsh, vengeful. As the monster tried to swpie at him with his claw like right hand Jason ended him. A clean swipe of the glowing sword. Using the power of Jason's own soul to vanquish the evil that possessed the long-dead teenager's vessel, ending his torture and sending the boy's soul onto the next life. The Allblades hungering for more wicked blood. Once Devin's body laid on the ground, his body started transforming back into a normal teenagers corpse, missing a head. The blades disappeared in a flash, and the boy's demeanor changed. Jason rushed over to check on his friend. Extending his hand to Gary while kneeling down.

"Thanks for helping me, sorry you got caught up in this. You okay?" Helping his shocked friend up from the muddy ground. Gary's life had gotten so much more complicated since he met Jason Todd.

S U P P O R T I N G C A S T:

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Allies:

• Ducra [Adoptive Mother. Looks like she's mostly a tree.]
• Essence [Adopted Sister, heir to the All Caste. The original Goth GF.]
• S'aru the Proctor [Trauma-Holder. Gatekeeper. Pain in the ass instructor.]
• Gary Green [Best Friend, regular human with completely irregular loyalty]
  
  Enemies:
• Suzie Su [World's fattest mob boss]
• Ma'Gunn. [Shittiest babysitter]
• Akila [Pissed off Amazon. The warrior kind, not the package delivery kind.]
• The Untitled [Too ugly to have a real name]
• Underbelly [OK, you got me. Actually world's fattest mob boss.]
  
  God I wish I could have or someone would play:
• Illyana Rasputin, Magik. [New and improved Goth GF?!]
• Sorcerer Supreme [Hands, much?]
• Dr. Fate [Helm would look better in red.]
• Ra's Al-Ghul. [Oh, matching Arabic-name-thing.]

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Redder they are, the harder they fall. #1 - 5
Dead, Dead, Oh, You're all Dead. #1 - 3.
Honey, I Revived the kids #1-2.
Jason Todd Versus Dick Grayson; Who the hell are you and why did you steal my shorts?! #1.
I'll be damned if my best friend is going to die because he was dumb enough to trust me #1-3
Mighty Gary Green and the Sorcerer Supreme; My Best Friend Is The Chosen One #1-4.
Hello home, hello bed #1.
Redder Deader Redemptioner; A sword cannot save the world. Bring two. Part 1 & 2.

Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

We've enough interest to generate an OOC. So... I'll get on that.

@Master Bruce

Hillan's Parade Of Characters

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T

T H E A L L B L A D E
T H E A L L B L A D E

^{"Your soul versus mine. Let's see who can walk out of here."}

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Jason Todd, Qahir Al-Hamra ♦ Assassin Of The Supernatural♦ All Caste Headquarters.

O R I G I N S:

---

^{"You guys wanna come at me all at once, or shall I kick your ass one at a time?"}

Jason Todd was never meant to be the boy wonder. The little soldier who could - the thug who got saved from a life of crime by a man in a bat-shaped cowl. He was never meant to be the young man who fought tooth and nail to save his own, and his mother's life from the hands of a madman. His destiny laid far beyond the grimy streets of Gotham. His identity was supposed to be more than the 'fucked up Robin'. This is an attempt at renditioning a Jason Todd who grew up, as the great cosmic theatre had ordained him to. As a pre-teen Jason was saved from a monster that had sniffed him out, something out of this world. Something that knew what he was, or what he would become. In doing so, he was brought before the All Caste, the secret order of warrior-monks and mystics who work in secret to keep the mortal realm safe from beings that would harbing the great darkness, the end of all life as humans have known it.

Jason's grew up being raised to be the champion of this guild, their greatest warrior, their wayward son. Ducra, the leader of the All-Caste would raise him as her own. The entire guild were to see to it that he would prepare his entire life for a final battle against the Untitled foes. He's not stoked on this idea, instead striking out as much as he can on his own, avoiding his responsibilities and taking the fights where they appear. Fighting supernatural and humans alike. Jason Todd is set loose onto the world with the skills of the All-Caste. His half-finished training, magical power, the temperance of youth and his own moral codex. He's out to do what's right, to ensure people are safe today. Not when destiny and the All Caste had ordained him. He's helping people and bringing evil to justice, not waiting to save the world in some prophesized showdown that's far beyond certain.

This is an attempt to write Jason as someone who's more open to inherit the fate that DC keeps teasing pushed ever since since Outlaws started in 2011. There's a whole bunch of smack-talking about Jason possessing this great magical-in-nature role in the universe, yet he extremely rarely steps up to it. This has always irked me. I'm aiming to write something that's a little closer to that mystic-ideal. A teenage hero who's struggling with the expectations of his elders, as well as being foreign to our mundane world in a desire for adventure and helping people. This is a tale of figuring out all the trials and tribulations the mortal and magical worlds offer the boy who could have been bat.

S A M P L E P O S T:

---

"I'm not good, not bad. Just practical as hell." The dark haired boy said, as he entered the room through the window he had opened from the outside, removing the grey cloth hood that was secured over his face, tossing it back and letting it fall down to his shoulders, chucking the blowpipe and the pack of darts from his legs onto the makeshift bed in his side of the room. He pulled out the bloody knife from his other side, and started wiping it off. He walked towards the bathroom, as if he owned the place. The actual owner took notice.

"You keep saying that, but I disagree. You're real fuckin' bad at knocking, or respecting other people's privacy! I could've been masturbating, Jason! That's not very practical. I thought you said you were gonna blow town, by the way?! Gary cried out, as neurotic as always. Mr. Green was lying in his bed in his bedroom in his parents spacious apartment. Clearly unphased by Jason's behavior, beyond the rudeness of it all. Jason, cleaning himself off with a recently washed towel, which made Gary grit his teeth upon seeing such an expensive towel be wasted on washing away what he could only assume wasn't human blood.
"Ducra scried. Uh, sorry, called. Job's not done here. There's clearly still more magical influence left in this town, and she said 'it is of utmost importance young Qahir that you fulfill your promise to this life'. So you're stuck with me, bunk buddy. How did the thing go? Did your man win the duel?" Mimicking his guardian's ancient tongue as he chuckled, tossing his bag of things into the pullout-sofa on the other end of the room. Gary cracked a smile.
"Duel? No, it was a wrestling match. Josh got absolutely destroyed, though. His opponent was not normal, man, straight up built different, Josh had no chance." Gary caught his turn of phrase as he saw the look on his friends face change.
"Not normal you say? Did Josh's family prepare funerary rights after his destruction?" Jason pondered, turning towards his bag to start digging through his collection of magical trinkets. "No, Jason. It's not all monsters, man. It's just a figure of speech. The dude, Devin, was surprisingly good at wrestling, was all. Josh is fine. Bruised, his ego mostly." Jason nodded and started putting his things back in place.
"Oh. I got you. Thanks, I'm still struggling with all of the modern slang. Teenagers used to say 'Schway' last I was in the states."
"Nobody has ever said 'Schway', Jason. Not even in backwaters Gotham, I refuse to believe that." They both laughed.
Jason finished changing out of his dirty clothes and emerged 15 minutes later in a normal outfit. a graphic Tee, a stonewashed pair of jeans and a pair of 'fun socks' that Gary insisted on were cool. Seeing his friend on his phone, he cleared his throat. "Wanna leave your digital oracle device behind? Come play The Nintendo with me dude." Gary laughed, life was never boring with Jason around, that's for sure.

Some time later.

Gary laid in the mud as the rain poured over him, scared witless, his palms facing down into the dirt. He was injured, surface level wounds. His eyes looked up, first seeing his own wounded knee and then higher yet. In front of him, the deformed body of an oversized teenage boy was kneeling, black goo oozing out of his mouth, ears and one eye. He was mumbling something in a language Gary did not comprehend. Above him, stood Jason, holding the awe-inspiring, flaming golden sword, the All-blade to the monsters throat with one hand. The twin of the blade was protruding through the monster's chest. Jason was panting, bleeding a little. His clothes worn, the rain felt heavy on his skin.

"Devin's built different no more. Go in peace, lost soul." His tone was harsh, vengeful. With a clean swipe the glowing sword used the power of Jason's own soul to vanquish the long-dead teenager's head from the vessel that now possessed his body, ending his torture and sending the boy's soul onto the next life. Gary's life had gotten so much more complicated since he met Jason Todd.

S U P P O R T I N G C A S T:

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Allies:

• Ducra [Surrogate Mother. Looks like she's mostly a tree.]
• Essence [Step-Sister, heir to the All Caste. The original Goth GF.]
• S'aru the Proctor [Trauma-Holder. Gatekeeper. Either 4000 year old or 14. Impossible to decide.]
• Gary Green [Best Friend, regular human with completely irregular loyalty]
  
  Enemies:
• Suzie Su [World's fattest mob boss]
• Ma'Gunn. [Shittiest babysitter]
• Akila [Pissed off Amazon. The warrior kind, not the package delivery kind.]
• The Untitled [Too ugly to have a real name]
• Underbelly [OK, you got me. Actually world's fattest mob boss.]
  
  God I wish I could have or someone would play:
• Illyana Rasputin, Magik. [New and improved Goth GF?]
• Sorcerer Supreme [Borrow the sling ring?]
• Dr. Fate [Helm would look better in red.]
• Ra's Al-Ghul. [Oh, matching Arabic-name-thing.]

P O S T C A T A L O G:

---

Redder they are, the harder they fall. #1 - 5
Dead, Dead, Oh, You're all Dead. #1 - 3.
Honey, I Revived the kids #1-2.
Jason Todd Versus Dick Grayson; Who the hell are you and why did you steal my shorts?! #1.
I'll be damned if my best friend is going to die because he was dumb enough to trust me #1-3
Mighty Gary Green and the Sorcerer Supreme; My Best Friend Is The Chosen One #1-4.
Hello home, hello bed #1.
Redder Deader Redemptioner; A sword can't save the world. Bring two. Part 1 & 2.

Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T

T H E A L L B L A D E
T H E A L L B L A D E

^{"Your soul versus mine. Let's see who can walk out of here."}

---

Jason Todd, Qahir Al-Hamra ♦ Assassin Of The Supernatural♦ All Caste Headquarters.

O R I G I N S:

---

^{"You guys wanna come at me all at once, or shall I kick your ass one at a time?"}

Jason Todd was never meant to be the boy wonder. The little soldier who could - the thug who got saved from a life of crime by a man in a bat-shaped cowl. He was never meant to be the young man who fought tooth and nail to save his own, and his mother's life from the hands of a madman. His destiny laid far beyond the grimy streets of Gotham. His identity was supposed to be more than the 'fucked up Robin'. This is an attempt at renditioning a Jason Todd who grew up, as the great cosmic theatre had ordained him to. As a pre-teen Jason was saved from a monster that had sniffed him out, something out of this world. Something that knew what he was, or what he would become. In doing so, he was brought before the All Caste, the secret order of warrior-monks and mystics who work in secret to keep the mortal realm safe from beings that would harbing the great darkness, the end of all life as humans have known it.

Jason's grew up being raised to be the champion of this guild, their greatest warrior, their wayward son. Ducra, the leader of the All-Caste would raise him as her own. The entire guild were to see to it that he would prepare his entire life for a final battle against the Untitled foes. He's not stoked on this idea, instead striking out as much as he can on his own, avoiding his responsibilities and taking the fights where they appear. Fighting supernatural and humans alike. Jason Todd is set loose onto the world with the skills of the All-Caste. His half-finished training, magical power, the temperance of youth and his own moral codex. He's out to do what's right, to ensure people are safe today. Not when destiny and the All Caste had ordained him. He's helping people and bringing evil to justice, not waiting to save the world in some prophesized showdown that's far beyond certain.

This is an attempt to write Jason as someone who's more open to inherit the fate that DC keeps teasing pushed ever since since Outlaws started in 2011. There's a whole bunch of smack-talking about Jason possessing this great magical-in-nature role in the universe, yet he extremely rarely steps up to it. This has always irked me. I'm aiming to write something that's a little closer to that mystic-ideal. A teenage hero who's struggling with the expectations of his elders, as well as being foreign to our mundane world in a desire for adventure and helping people. This is a tale of figuring out all the trials and tribulations the mortal and magical worlds offer the boy who could have been bat.

S A M P L E P O S T:

---

"I'm not good, not bad. Just practical as hell." The dark haired boy said, as he entered the room through the window he had opened from the outside, removing the grey cloth hood that was secured over his face, tossing it back and letting it fall down to his shoulders, chucking the blowpipe and the pack of darts from his legs onto the makeshift bed in his side of the room. He pulled out the bloody knife from his other side, and started wiping it off. He walked towards the bathroom, as if he owned the place. The actual owner took notice.

"You keep saying that, but I disagree. You're real fuckin' bad at knocking, or respecting other people's privacy! I could've been masturbating, Jason! That's not very practical. I thought you said you were gonna blow town, by the way?! Gary cried out, as neurotic as always. Mr. Green was lying in his bed in his bedroom in his parents spacious apartment. Clearly unphased by Jason's behavior, beyond the rudeness of it all. Jason, cleaning himself off with a recently washed towel, which made Gary grit his teeth upon seeing such an expensive towel be wasted on washing away what he could only assume wasn't human blood.
"Ducra scried. Uh, sorry, called. Job's not done here. There's clearly still more magical influence left in this town, and she said 'it is of utmost importance young Qahir that you fulfill your promise to this life'. So you're stuck with me, bunk buddy. How did the thing go? Did your man win the duel?" Mimicking his guardian's ancient tongue as he chuckled, tossing his bag of things into the pullout-sofa on the other end of the room. Gary cracked a smile.
"Duel? No, it was a wrestling match. Josh got absolutely destroyed, though. His opponent was not normal, man, straight up built different, Josh had no chance." Gary caught his turn of phrase as he saw the look on his friends face change.
"Not normal you say? Did Josh's family prepare funerary rights after his destruction?" Jason pondered, turning towards his bag to start digging through his collection of magical trinkets. "No, Jason. It's not all monsters, man. It's just a figure of speech. The dude, Devin, was surprisingly good at wrestling, was all. Josh is fine. Bruised, his ego mostly." Jason nodded and started putting his things back in place.
"Oh. I got you. Thanks, I'm still struggling with all of the modern slang. Teenagers used to say 'Schway' last I was in the states."
"Nobody has ever said 'Schway', Jason. Not even in backwaters Gotham, I refuse to believe that." They both laughed.
Jason finished changing out of his dirty clothes and emerged 15 minutes later in a normal outfit. a graphic Tee, a stonewashed pair of jeans and a pair of 'fun socks' that Gary insisted on were cool. Seeing his friend on his phone, he cleared his throat. "Wanna leave your digital oracle device behind? Come play The Nintendo with me dude." Gary laughed, life was never boring with Jason around, that's for sure.

Some time later.

Gary laid in the mud as the rain poured over him, scared witless, his palms facing down into the dirt. He was injured, surface level wounds. His eyes looked up, first seeing his own wounded knee and then higher yet. In front of him, the deformed body of an oversized teenage boy was kneeling, black goo oozing out of his mouth, ears and one eye. He was mumbling something in a language Gary did not comprehend. Above him, stood Jason, holding the awe-inspiring, flaming golden sword, the All-blade to the monsters throat with one hand. The twin of the blade was protruding through the monster's chest. Jason was panting, bleeding a little. His clothes worn, the rain felt heavy on his skin.

"Devin's built different no more. Go in peace, lost soul." His tone was harsh, vengeful. With a clean swipe the glowing sword used the power of Jason's own soul to vanquish the long-dead teenager's head from the vessel that now possessed his body, ending his torture and sending the boy's soul onto the next life. Gary's life had gotten so much more complicated since he met Jason Todd.

S U P P O R T I N G C A S T:

---

Allies:

• Ducra [Surrogate Mother. Looks like she's mostly a tree.]
• Essence [Step-Sister, heir to the All Caste. The original Goth GF.]
• S'aru the Proctor [Trauma-Holder. Gatekeeper. Either 4000 year old or 14. Impossible to decide.]
• Gary Green [Best Friend, regular human with completely irregular loyalty]
  
  Enemies:
• Suzie Su [World's fattest mob boss]
• Ma'Gunn. [Shittiest babysitter]
• Akila [Pissed off Amazon. The warrior kind, not the package delivery kind.]
• The Untitled [Too ugly to have a real name]
• Underbelly [OK, you got me. Actually world's fattest mob boss.]
  
  God I wish I could have or someone would play:
• Illyana Rasputin, Magik. [New and improved Goth GF?]
• Sorcerer Supreme [Borrow the sling ring?]
• Dr. Fate [Helm would look better in red.]
• Ra's Al-Ghul. [Oh, matching Arabic-name-thing.]

P O S T C A T A L O G:

---

Redder they are, the harder they fall. #1 - 5
Dead, Dead, Oh, You're all Dead. #1 - 3.
Honey, I Revived the kids #1-2.
Jason Todd Versus Dick Grayson; Who the hell are you and why did you steal my shorts?! #1.
I'll be damned if my best friend is going to die because he was dumb enough to trust me #1-3
Mighty Gary Green and the Sorcerer Supreme; My Best Friend Is The Chosen One #1-4.
Hello home, hello bed #1.
Redder Deader Redemptioner; A sword can't save the world. Bring two. Part 1 & 2.

Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

@Lord Wraith

DOCTOR DOOM?!

Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

Does anyone else have characters they'd like to state interest in? I see @Hillan and @Roman are interested but haven't given any hints yet. Plus @Half Pint told me they have some other ideas but didn't name names. Wanna share with the class?

@DocTachyon

"What if Charlies Angels were all male and worked for Bruce Wayne?"
Batman.

But it's gonna be weird and require a lot of commitment.
I might go for something smaller scale. Might fuck around and piss Sep off on one of his intended characters.

Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

I have a weird lil bit of a Batman concept in mind.

Hillan's Parade Of Characters

Darnold

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Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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Hillan; Roman, Rockette and I have completed our initial review and there are a couple of things we want to address before moving to the approval stage. Primarily, we have some concerns about Jack's abilities, the static state of them and the lack of opportunities for growth and development. If you are amenable to it, we'd like to propose the following changes.

• Jack's body is essentially 'paused'. He has no need to eat, breathe, sleep, or pass waste (though he can choose to engage in any of these); he doesn't get sick or tired; he doesn't feel pain, and is impervious to harm; and he hasn't aged since his powers activated. Due to this state of 'stasis', Jack is further immune to more esoteric threats and forms of harm, such as burns, radiation, frostbite, gravitational force, crushing, electrical shock, and drowning.
• Jack's muscles can perform indefinitely without fatigue, granting him infinite stamina, but no additional strength. He can withstand any blow without pain or injury, but the laws of momentum and kinetic energy still apply to his physical form; he can survive a hit anywhere from a light slap to a point-blank explosion with no wounds or pain, but he'll get pushed around by those forces acting upon him like anyone would. This means restraints are effective in locking him down, and when outclassed in a fight his opponent will have no difficulty knocking him around.
• Were Jack's powers to be disabled - by cure, anti-HZE technology, or another Hype with nullification abilities - the cancer ravaging his body would come back in full force, and any bodily needs he's been neglecting - hunger, thirst, oxygen, sleep - would quickly catch up with him as well.
• Given the amount of free time Jack has without needing to attend to bodily needs, and his inability to improve physically, he has taken it upon himself to sharpen his mind instead. (Gives room here for a bunch of skills and talents Jack could have spent time learning and practicing).
• Jack's physical 'stasis' additionally extends to any growth or improvement one might typically be able to make through proper training and exercise. His body is completely and utterly unchanging, for all the advantages and drawbacks that brings with it.

@Lord Wraith

Mother Of God did I have a lot of nuance to dive into

Unsure of what you three believe needs to change in the review above. It's all more or less in line with my plans for the character besides very minor differences in presentation. I am by no means worried about his power getting stale, becoming boring, overpowered or becoming hard to interact with for other players or hostile NPC's. His powers have a great many use cases and interesting interactions with others, both friend and foe. Not to mention the near endless fun of the fact that his power is simple - yet comes with oh so many, many implications. I've willfully ignored a couple of the more awkward ones, as I'd prefer if every interaction doesn't come down to "Wait, how can you poop?" But, given the chance I'm sure there's some confusion and concern about my intentions with his powers, so I figured I'd lay it out as clear as can be to face some of the previously mentioned implications.

His body being static from the moment his powers turned on is not what's happened. That's strongly against my intention, wishes and concept of the character. Jack was a meek, completely underdeveloped, deeply malformed child and teenager. Christian Bale in the masochist-type lad. Making his powers freeze him in this state is, not only deeply traumatic, and removes the new-found optimism that's central to his character. It's also greatly uncomfortable to write, interact with and so on. The vibe will be very different if he looks and functions like a 13-year old super-malformed Voldemort from the Make-A-Wish foundation, a vibe I'm sure none of us actually wants. Doing _that_, on the other hand is certainly a fun and interesting idea, but not at all what I have in mind for this character or I am passionate about. I might as well further explain how I envision his powers changed him since they activated.

Once his powers activated, he was brought back to life, and slowly began healing and clearing his issues. His spine seemingly contorted back into a proper shape, his body grew to catch up, as it's pubertal-changes were hampered, etc. All over a rather short period of time, until he started aging basically normally. That is, until now that he's perfectly frozen at the 'peak' of his physical being. He certainly does exercise because he couldn't for two thirds of his life, but not because he needs to, or that it helps him grow in strength or speed, simply because he enjoys it. His brain fully developed, frontal lobe and all. His physical stats became perfectly balanced, between flexibility, speed, strength and mobility. The sort of thing someone would only achieve 'naturally' though decades of highly scientific exercise, yet he simply got it for free. He cannot decide he needs to get a stronger throwing arm, and therefor lifts more, as that will not have any effect.
Any more-than-human feats he pulls off are a result of infinite endurance, zero fatigue and the ability to have 'more time' in a day, that's not wasted on sleep, rest or general fatigue. As for power-balance, you three have already properly hit it on the head. He's just a dude. He's trying to live his life, not optimizing his super-hero potential. He's spending most of his time doing normal things. He's watching movies, playing guitar or scrolling Guns N' Roses forums, not Danger Room Training so he can get out of every imaginable way of being subdued by a more powerful foe. Once he's faced with increasingly dangerous situations and threats, he might reconsider his choices, and instead focus on solving issues he faces 'in the field'. Much like his 'need' for sleep, the hormonal and emotional responses Jack feels to danger are psycho-semantic, driven by his emotions and 'habits' rather than raw biology. He produces adrenaline, his heart still beats harder when he's scared. He still has anxiety, and so on. As far as handling the eventually of disabling his powers - yeah, I completely agree. He is in no way cured from his issues, frankly they have probably compounded and worsened, he is completely reliant on his powers. He gets depowered, he expires. Fast.

I believe there might have been an the intention from you guys to define some kind of limits on his powers. I wanna be extremely clear that either you're invulnerable, or you are not. My intention as a creator and writer is that Jack is beyond being physically damaged. It's a novel idea that's frankly never once been done in any superhero- related meadia as far as I know, adjacent ideas to it have been made, but nobody has ever fully dived into it and I'd like to explore it properly.

In-Game, I don't want it to be that clear. The mystique of Jack's abilities, it's inner-functions, contrast to his late wife's, his constant sense of dread and worry about his limits, and so on are all central to what makes him a compelling character to write.
Jack doesn't know if his powers fluctuate, if he's truly immortal or if he's just not faced a big enough hit. Every time he'd be at the receiving end of violence, there's uncertainty and worry. All he knows is that he's so far been impervious to all forms of conceivable damage which has been thoroughly tested. I whole heartedly welcome you guys to cook up some unconventional ways of dealing with him in a hostile situation that does not rely on pulling the plug and turning off his powers.
Like it was stated before, he's just a physically fit dude. No infinite density, no strength, no speed, no reflexes. He's just a man who's physical power sits firmly in the normal distribution.

As far as weird quirks, I must be adamant about a few of them, and clarify them as such.
His powers have no nuance. It's not a matter of degrees. They're on, or they're not. As such, he does not get 'less' invincible while being around other hyperhumans in large density, even if his HZE levels were to drop from it, they remain high enough to keep his powers on. If for some reason, his levels goes too low his power comes off, all at once.
Further more, his powers naturally lead themselves to mystery and uncertainty. He cannot be scanned as all forms of waves would need to penetrate his skin, between his atoms - which it can't. (Coincidentally, his phone loses signal depending on what way he's facing to the phone-tower / satellite.) He's immune to non-magical telepathy, density manipulation and being phased through etc. Any attempt to physically alter his person, from his out-most dermal layers and hair on his skin to the inner workings of his brain. Altering his senses is certainly also impossible. Things that affect him from the outside, like telekinesis, gravity etc, all work as it should in terms of applying force to him and capable of moving him without any issue. Someone attempting to apply physical force to him will result in interesting consequences, that I would like to explore. If someone who's super strong decides to break Jack's arm by bending it backwards, what happens, besides his arm not breaking? I would like to see him hold resistance to having his powers deactivated, where he'd not instantly lose his poweers. Rather rapidly decrease in HZE-levels, allowing others (and himself) to save his life, if that is possible. As a extra bones, I believe it is wise to make him immune to most ways of having his powers drained, copied or mimic'd by other Hypes. That feels like it's important for general world balance, as stacking his abilities on top of others would cause real issues.
Jack has no kryptonite, there's no magic bullet, no (known) specific object, power, or circumstance that can cause him physical harm.

TLDR; His power is simple and absolute, yet provokes a lot of thought and opportunity for interaction. I believe I've thought of most of them even if I've not taken the deep dive into them here. In case the GM's, or anyone else have further thoughts, or questions, I welcome them both OOC and ICly. I'm constantly surprised by the amount of vectors invulnerability comes with.

I do not believe anyone is gonna get tired of Jack's gimmick or what he brings to the story anytime soon.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

The year is 2028. The world is turning, life is moving, things are changing. This is the beginning of my life.
The year is 2145. My last grandchild passed today, in my arms. I told him about my life, so far. I cried. This is the beginning of my life.
The year is 4067, the world has been reduced to ashes four times over. People are rebuilding, people are getting better. This is the beginning of my life.
The year is 8,000,000,000, the sun has exploded, collapsed into a black hole and the humanoidus intergalactic empire has long since been forgotten. I am the last man in all of creation. This is the beginning of my life.
The year is... There's no way to know anymore. Entrophy has set in, I failed to stop it, the idiots never listened to me. Everything is over, darkness. This is the beginning of my life.
I see a bright light. This is the beginning of my life.
The year is kʷetwor-trei. I see a primitive being be the first to crack two rocks together and create sparks. He does so once more.
The predators flee. His tribe is saved, for now. I am hiding out of sight. I smile. People are getting better.
This is the beginning of my life.

Jack

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Jack William Styx _________________________________________________________ January24th, 2002 | 26 | Indigenous Scandi, definately passes as white. _________________________________________________________ Widowed | Male | Heteroromantic _________________________________________________________ Europe | Stockholm | Sweden _________________________________________________________ House Lynx | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________ ◼ B U I L D || Athletic ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Strawberry blonde ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue with slight hazel hint ◼ H E I G H T || 186 cm ◼ W E I G H T || 69 Kilograms ◼ S C A R S || None anymore ◼ T A T T O O S || None ◼ P I E R C I N G S || None ◼ O T H E R || There has never been a man with skin as clear, free from blemishes or scars as Jack.

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Jack grew up with challenges from an early age, born to an American father and a Saami mother in Sweden. His father, Marcus, was deeply involved in climate change research near the polar circle, which often kept Jack away from his mother, Teresa, and her side of the family. The Saami community faced ongoing challenges due to historical ethnic cleansing and the current perils of climate change, which threatened their culture and way of life. As a child, Jack was often the smallest and weakest in his class, struggling with language barriers and motor skill difficulties. Many of his teachers suspected him of being neurodivergent or intellectually impaired due to these challenges. At the age of 16, Jack was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, marking the beginning of a severe health crisis. The tumor rapidly spread throughout his body, leading to multiple organ failures. Just days before his 18th birthday, Jack's heart stopped in a hospital bed, leaving him critically ill and frail, weighing only 34 kilograms and standing at 167 centimeters tall. In a miraculous turn of events, Jack inexplicably revived after being pronounced dead by doctors. His skin rejuvenated, and he emerged from the brink of death with newfound strength and resilience. This event marked the beginning of Jack's extraordinary journey as a hyperhuman. Following his recovery, Jack explored his newfound abilities, pushing himself to the limits in activities like parkour and martial arts. He found work as a stuntman, where his hyperhuman powers were not only accepted but also advantageous. During this time, he met Cassandra, a fellow hyperhuman, and they fell deeply in love, eventually getting married. Their happiness was short-lived, however, as Cassandra experienced a severe episode of hyperpsychosis during their time at PRCU, leading to a tragic incident where she unintentionally caused harm to others before succumbing to her condition. Jack was left devastated and took a break from school to cope with his grief and loss. Now returning to PRCU, Jack faces the haunting memories of what he's lost and must navigate the challenges of being scarred, vulnerable, and emotionally raw. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Mild-mannered, low profile, ordinary. Warm smile, donning a dressed-up casual style. Light temper and rarely in a outwardly bad mood. Most things seem to just run off him which is clear by the shallow crowsfeet and the dimple in his cheek from all the smiling he's done. His hair is naturally short and his beard never comes in completely as there's very little he can do to groom either by himself. He dresses in trifted clothing but nothing too 'one of a kind' as his powers has made it clear clothes are not as durable as he is. Usually in some kind of denim and t-shirt combination with a jacket and well thought out shoes. He wears glasses without needing them, but brushes off any hipster-remark. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Kind, warm, humorous, sensible. He is an active individual, often taking the lead in conversations without stirring up controversy or drama. Jack possesses a light touch and a sense of humor that allows him to disarm most people easily. Despite keeping his deeper feelings hidden, he remains enigmatic to some, much like the mysteries surrounding his powers. It's as if he carries the demeanor of someone who has experienced hardship but now appreciates life's blessings. Jack is deeply grateful for his second chance at life, even though he carries the weight of grief. However, this grief doesn't dampen his enthusiasm or zest for life; in fact, his infectious enthusiasm often uplifts those around him. He maintains a calm demeanor even in stressful situations, rarely panicking and always keeping his cool. With a self-sacrificial nature, Jack is willing and able to shield others from harm, whether in dire situations or in everyday tasks like helping with dishes after a dinner party. This selflessness sometimes leads to a hint of naivety, which some may attempt to exploit, although he has generally been fortunate in avoiding having his trust abused. Due to his life experiences, Jack is not materialistic. He views possessions as temporary and insignificant, adopting a naturalistic perspective where "stuff" holds little value. Consequently, he doesn't prioritize keeping up with trends or acquiring status symbols, as these things don't define his sense of self-worth or happiness.

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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || Auto-Invulnerability __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Assumed Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Impossible to confirm, but most likely somatic __POWER SCALE || 00 or 09, depending on which analyst you ask. __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Ω Imagine a human who has never known injury, disease, sickness, or even an imbalanced diet. That's Jack. He is functionally and completely impervious to harm, with a persona that repels strikes, bites, bullets, telepathy, burns, and radiation alike. Moreover, he either has no need for sustenance, calories, sleep, water, or air, or he is significantly less dependent on these factors compared to normal humans. His muscles can be pushed to improve without experiencing lactic acid buildup or muscular fatigue. Jack never runs out of breath or shows signs of being worn out. This combined with his complete lack of need for any kind of rest making him an extraordinary hyperhuman. His brain does not tire, his eyes do not get dry, his hair does not fall out, or grow. The inner workings of Jack's powers are beyond measurement using conventional means, leaving experts to evaluate him solely based on his feats. Over the past decade, Jack has demonstrated unwavering strength and endurance. His powers never once shaking in performance regardless of how many hypes are around. Thus he's showcasing one of the most efficient uses of HZE in powers ever encountered by actors like HELP, PRCU, and the Foundation, where even in the company of many, many other hypes in tight density his protective powers do not vein even slightly. L I M I T A T I O N S || Knife's edge, the unknown factor. While Jack has never been harmed thus far, there's an inherent uncertainty surrounding his powers. It's hypothesized that if something were to hurt him, it would have to be of extraordinary magnitude, potentially resulting in catastrophic consequences. Despite his invulnerability, Jack is just an ordinary person in terms of physical capabilities. He's not akin to Captain America; while his strength is impressive, it's not superhuman. For instance, he might survive a nuclear warhead, but the physical force of such an explosion could still severely impact him, like a wet cloth tossed by the blast, not harming him but burying him under mountains worth of rubble or debris. W E A K N E S S E S || Cancer's a bitch. Jack doesn't have a classic Achilles' heel or a vulnerability like kryptonite, although there's a significant vulnerability inherent in the suppression of his powers. When his powers were temporarily suppressed once his body reverted to the state it was in when they first activated, which was on the brink of death. This proved that his underlying condition isn't cured but rather held at bay by his powers. He had to be instantly un-suppressed else he would have perished in minutes. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ A greaving man who's lost the love of her life, with powers that would alienate one from a good chunk of what it's like being human. When your heart is aching but you cannot feel pain from hitting your toe at the coffee table - how do you cope? Jack needs to figure out how he can cope with the hole in his heart, ideally without losing who he is and the appreciate for the life he spent so long incapable of living. The man is full of hope, joy and optimism in a life that's tried it's hardest to beat that out of him.

S K I L L S & T A L E N T S S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ S K I L L | Stunt-Coordination | Multiple years working as a stuntman, body double and stunt coordinator has given him a taste of the real thing. Nobody on the planet is able to take a punch better than he can. He possesses specialized martial art, dancing, driving, acting and general action-oriented skills as a result. ◼ S K I L L | Music | A mean fiddle-player with an acoustic guitar in his hand and a sorrow in his heart. His self-written love songs show he's bad at lyrics but he's able to convince anyone he meant it when he rhymed 'sweet as orange' with 'my heart is in storage'. ◼ S K I L L | First-Aid | When you cannot be hurt but you can't do much to fire-back, you learn how to get good at treating those that do get hurt. ◼ S K I L L | Improvised Weaponry | When you wind up having to disarm people far more powerful than yourself, but you are against carrying or using conventional weaponry, you start coming up with new ideas. Jack's one of those guys. ◼ S K I L L | Networking | Jack likes to make friends, getting to know people, keeping tabs on those he knows. He understands how to ask for the right thing, how to invigorate others to his cause, allowing him to safely rely on others who possess abilities and talents he himself does not. The man simply knows a lot of people, where he figures out how to best apply his own abilities. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ T A L E N T | Low-Affective | When your entire life has been spent without hope, dreading death almost as much as you dread life. You come to appreciate the ups when they finally come around. After his traumatic experiences, further reinforced recently, Jack reiterates that 'he will never have another bad day'. He says his 'flight or fight response' is turned off, leaving him with no heightened emotional drain, no stress and no fatigue in hectic situations. Able to keep a cool head and make the most rational, to himself, decision at any given time. ◼ T A L E N T | Polyglot | Jack is capable of learning languages incredibly quickly and remakably easily compared to mundanes. A side-effect of his exclusively psycho-semantic need for sleep, which leaves him with a lot of extra time to learn, when he does not want to sleep. ◼ T A L E N T | Mimicry | A Neurodivergent who's lacked the need for sleep, or rest in general for a decade starts noticing things. How to mimic people's body languages to ease them, or how to quickly pick up a party trick someone shows off. His abilities are far from superhuman by any means, but it's certainly an impressive bit of mastery he's gained over the years since his powers awoke. C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L _________________________________________________________ A T T I R E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ U N I F O R M || His uniform is always worn in it's entirety when possible. However, he has gone through more uniforms than most in a school year. The hastiness of the quartermaster is the deciding factor in case he shows up in a blazer without holes in it. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B R A C E L E T || "Fuck Cancer" in simple, plastic beads. He makes them in his sparetime as he breaks quite a few. ◼ T I T A N I U M R I N G || "The chink in my armor and my greatest strength" T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ P H O N E || Smartphone in reinforced case. 11th phone he's used this year. A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TBA. Probably. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

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Advice? Well, first and foremost, don't drink the water in the lab!

Seriously though, my advice would be to make sure you enjoy your time here. It's undoubtedly one of the toughest phases of your life, but it's also incredibly enriching. These challenges will prepare you for anything. While we're in these walls, we have a sense of what to expect, but the world outside? It's a wild ride. Remember, if you're here, it's because you're exceptional. You're an asset to yourself, this school, and the world. It's easy to forget that when everyone around you seems to be extraordinary in their own way.

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When I started here, I wanted to delve into understanding myself better, what makes me tick, you know? But that idea flew out the window pretty much as soon as I walked in, haha. My initial hope was to grow in an environment free from discrimination, where I could just be me without the 'hyperhuman' label defining everything. It's ironic and maybe a bit contradictory to what I said earlier, but deep down, I came here seeking a sense of 'normalcy,' I suppose. As for changes? Well, everything changed.

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I'd ensure I never missed Taco Tuesdays in the cafeteria, for sure. I'd definitely take more thorough notes during Mr. Bordeaux's classes. If I only can choose one though, I'd choose the most important. I'd make sure to cherish every moment with her, especially those precious moments like... Well, you know, kissing her just one more time..."

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