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Apocalyptic Supernatural RP with a Twist: End of Days.

Thanks for your cooperation. ^_^

Apocalyptic Supernatural RP with a Twist: End of Days.

I'd just like to point out that we already have a teleporter. As I haven't been officially appointed as co-gm yet there's nothing I can actually do to stop there from being duplicate powers, but I think it would be better if everyone had a different power.

Apocalyptic Supernatural RP with a Twist: End of Days.

Sorry for adding some things. I just enjoy making slightly more detailed CSs. Also, I might have a second character on the way.

Apocalyptic Supernatural RP with a Twist: End of Days.

I'm interested, and could possibly co-gm, if nobody else volunteers. CS to come.

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CS

Basic Information

Name:
Arik Gantz

Gender:
Male

Age:
29

Height:
206 cm

Weight:
112 kg

Appearance

Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
Blue

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Nationality:
German

Physical Appearance:


Personality

Outward & Innate Personality:
Arik is, on the outside, a tough and uncaring individual, seemingly calloused by years of unpleasant experiences. On the interior, this couldn't be less true. Arik is one of the most caring and emotionally attuned people in the world, and this was only heightened by the onset of his powers.

Hobbies/Interests:
Smoking, drinking, playing card games.

Abilities

Power:
Enhanced Empathy
As an empath, Arik is able to fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without reading apparent symptoms, allowing him to understand introverts or discover one emotion is actually hiding another. He can attack someone in a personal and emotional way since he knows exactly what emotion is flowing through them and can use this knowledge to play against them. Along with this, Arik can use his own emotions to empower himself, or to make emotional constructs.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks:
There is no way to turn this ability off. Arik is constantly experiencing the emotions of everyone around him, and this can be overwhelming sometimes. When using emotional constructs, Arik must choose which emotion to use wisely, as different emotions have different strengths and weaknesses.

Freelancer Program

Arik sighed and shook his head while Colorado and Virginia went back and forth, almost relieved that Virginia ended up walking away. Of course, Colorado had to lock the doors just to spite her. Scuffing his boot against the floor, Arik adjusted his position against the wall behind him as Colorado offered a bet and asked if he should blast the heat. Georgia stood and placed a bet on himself, for what exactly, Arik was unsure, but when he spotted the M392 Designated Marksman Rifle, he knew he wanted no part in it. When it came to guns, Arik was only proficient at nigh point blank ranges, otherwise he was liable to miss almost all of his shots. While his ego told him to try and challenge Georgia anyway, Arik knew that hurting his pride would be worse than not participating.

"You shouldn't be messing around with ship functions you know, Colorado. One of these days the Director is gonna get fed up with your shit and throw you out the airlock. Mark my words." Expecting some sort of retaliation from the man, Arik disabled all wireless functions of his suit, making sure Colorado would have no point of access no matter how hard he tried. Of course, even if he could gain access, Arik was more than confident that he could fight off any system attacks through the use of his neural interface. There was no way some old world tablet could be more powerful than his mind. After all, the human brain was the best processor in the world. These precautions wouldn't prevent any verbal or physical retaliations of course, but those he could easily handle without resorting to any kind of tricks.

"In any case, the councilor better get here soon. Calling us in here only to show up late? It's a waste of all of our time if you ask me. He could've called us from the intercom in here when he arrived, and I would've been able to finish my practice rounds.Instead we're forced to wait and bicker. I don't know, maybe I'm just itching to get back out in the field. Been too long since my last op if you ask me." Too long for Arik was in fact a very short amount of time. His last operation was only two days prior, though to him it couldn't have felt further away. "It's just unprofessional to keep your soldiers waiting like this. Completely inefficient."

Freelancer Program

Since it hasn't actually hit yet (And thus is not an autohit, mind you.), you have the option to somehow sense it and dodge it. You could also take it as a joke of sorts. After all, it's just a practice grenade.

Freelancer Program

Arik was in Training Room A, working up a sweat from pounding on punching bags that he had asked F.I.L.S.S. to pop up randomly. He wore a loose fitting pair of jeans and a belt, but other than that he was unclothed. His armor lay on a bench near the door, placed there by Arik before he had started his training. Through with his warm up, he changed out of his jeans and into his armor, shifting uncomfortably as his helmet plugged into the back of his skull. It might have been a bit of a drastic procedure, but it gave him much more control over his suit than the other freelancers had. He diverted all power from his shields and into his movement, then stepped back onto the training floor.

"F.I.L.S.S., another round of random pop ups."

"Right away, Agent California. Round commencing in three... two... one... round start."

The first punching bag to pop up was right behind Arik, but that posed no problem for him. As soon as he saw the dot on his motion trackers, he turned around and slammed his fist into the punching bag, using the additional force of his turn to hit even harder, knocking the bag off its post and across the room. The next popped up behind him again, and instead of turning, he merely struck the back with a forceful kick. Two popped up on his sides, the one on his left being taken care of with another kick, which Arik used to propel himself towards the bag on his right, throwing a punch and hitting with the additional force provided by the kick. The next bag was halfway out of the floor when an announcement came over the intercom, halting the session.

"This isn't over, F.I.L.S.S., I'll be back."

"I know you will be, Agent California."

He laughed to himself as he walked out of the room he was in and down the hall towards Training Room C. With a tap on the door controls he entered the room, leaning against the wall next to the two, Alabama and Georgia, it would seem, that were already sitting. Georgia was a big man, but Arik was larger, standing approximately sixteen centimeters over the man and likely weighing a good deal more as well. It seemed some were either afraid or just avoidant of him, though Arik didn't understand why. If anything, he believed himself to be the most physically imposing of the freelancers, and the only thing crew members avoided with him was getting into a fight. Arik gave them both a nod of acknowledgement, then stared off into the training room as he waited.

Freelancer Program

The question is "Why haven't you done anything with it?". I can try and help you if you just cant think of anything.

Freelancer Program

Lol, you forgot California.

Freelancer Program

Luck has nothing to do with it. All I'm saying though is that she has a tablet, which I assume would be easier to use this site with than my android. I'm not complaining, I just don't think she has much of an excuse. Hell, I find ways to post when I don't even have internet.