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From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

Working on my post.
apologies in advance if my writing is bad I've been writing solely academic papers for a whole.

edit: AHHH IT'S DONE. Hope its not awful XD

@Rabbitconfusion

I got a huge kick out of the picture. It was a good response!

𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

Elijah laughed a dramatic sort of laugh. The kind of laugh he put on for the camera to play into his super role. He hated to cut the poor man off, namely because it was nice to hear him talk. ”You best be running then. I’ll see about an interview when I’m done here.”

It was a shame to tear himself away from the rambling fellow, but Elijah had work to do. He turned and started walking back towards the rubble. ”Be safe!”

Elijah leapt into the air and headed back towards the melted area. Just as he suspected, there were no survivors. The ruins were almost painfully empty. Elijah caught sight of multiple corpses, both human and otherwise. It made him sick to his stomach. He was glad it wasn’t his job to clean up the site.

Eventually, he found himself back in front of that blade. It was a pretty thing. Shame that such a villain dropped it. Elijah never really understood the Gray scale. When he picked up the blade and paused to take a look around, he found his nose wrinkling in disgust. How could a good person cause all of this?

𖤐 Hell's Renegades 𖤐

Volatile || "Wormhole" || Extremely High

h-005

Legal

Last Name: Gate
First Name: Stella
Middle Name: Titor
Apparent Age: 24
Actual Age: 32
​DoB: 10/09/1980
Sex: Female
Caste: Transmute - HuMU

Personal

Preferred Name(s): Dr. Gate, Dr. Stella Gate, The Doctor
Gender: Feminine
Pronouns: She/Her, It/Its, They/Them
Nouns:* Masculine/Feminine/Neutral/Any
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Romantic Orientation: DemiRomantic
Status: N/D

Overview

Dr. Gate is a deceptive woman. When kept under close observation, she behaves willingly. However, she is erratic when looked away from. Her humor is sarcastic and they present a bitter spite towards the people in control. The doctor can be sedated with brain teasers, wine, and cigarettes. Her hobbies include partner dancing, puzzles, reading (non-fiction), and writing scientific papers. Dr. Gate comes from the northern parts of the country. She spent most of her adult life in labs, though, and very little of it interacting with the people in her area. They are fond of wine, music without words, record players, and black coffee. Amendment: DO NOT GIVE DR.GATE CAFFINE. She does not like loud noises, being interrupted, or life being too slow and boring.

Procedure

Dr. Gate, while in containment, requires constant observation over two different cameras to ensure that she follows the current time and space flow. Physical confines include arms and legs chained to the ground, though these should only be employed under dire circumstances. The less allowed movement, the better. It should not be allowed to perceive the door to its room at any point whilst unobserved. Its room must be featureless, save for a single, non-electronic light source and a bed.
While outside of containment, Dr. Gate’s pocket watch must be outfitted with a device to observe the time stated. This forces Dr. Gate to remain in this time while observed. Additionally, she must be fitted with a location tracker. This tracker should remain unobserved unless Dr. Gate must be reeled in. Other ways of grounding Dr. Gate within this reality for the purposes of control are being studied. She has stated that, if a permanent solution is found, she will cease her destructive tendencies. This is likely not true. Dr. Gate is known to be particularly deceptive. Everything she says should be taken with a grain of salt.

Physical Description

Dr. Gate is scrawny due to regularly forgetting to take care of her body properly. Her hair is a mess of long, curly silver locks. Her eyes are similarly silver, though depending on how grounded she is, they turn more blue. This weak body is covered by an oversized lab coat and gloves which make her appear much larger. Goggles hold her hair out of her face. Dr. Gate always carries a pocket watch that bears similarities to nixie-tube clocks. This watch cannot be removed from Dr. Gate, even by herself. Bags lay heavy on the doctor’s face. It rarely sleeps for longer than two or three hours a night.

Physical

Hair: White
Eyes: Grayish-blue
Height: 5'08"
Weight: 92lbs
Skin: Pale
Notes:

• Tattoo just below the shoulder: Ring of thorny roses.
• Large, thick-lensed glasses
• Birthmark just under lip

Abilities

• Spatial Displacement ─ Dr. Gate’s body and mind drift in and out of this reality in both random and controllable ways. It creates an isolated wormhole effect which allows Dr. Gate to manipulate herself in space. Using something to ground herself and a manipulation of logic, Dr. Gate is capable of ‘teleportation’ through space. An example is doors. Dr. Gate, using doors as a source of ‘logic’, is capable of walking through one door and exiting out in another, even if those doors are not connected. All spatial movement must be centered around theirself. For instance: Teleporting a plate of food from one table to another will not work. However, through thinking of herself as having a meal, she is capable of bringing herself to either plate in the blink of an eye. However, this logic works both ways. If she is perceived while performing these skills, it can often cause difficulty. If the perceiving person does not believe that she can simply teleport, then she cannot. It is, in large part, why she is a purposefully deceptive villain. It allows greater flexibility for her powers.
• Temporal Displacement ─ Dr. Gate’s body ages at a slowed rate, though use of Spatial Displacement can speed up this rate or slow it further. This means she is capable of living for a far extended period of time. Unfortunately, it means it takes her body longer to recover from wounds and illness. They have reason to believe their Temporal Displacement could allow for more power, but as most people perceive time at a steady rate, the logic manipulation is nearly, if not entirely, impossible with any amount of people within an unknown but miles long radius.
• Universal Drift – Both an ability and a detriment: Universal Drift allows Dr. Gate to occupy two universal places and/or times at once. What this means for her as a positive is that it allows her to have the increased intelligence of both versions of herself. Additionally, if she has drifted far enough, it is very difficult for something that isn’t a meta-ability to hit her. She shares the mental capabilities and, depending on how far she has drifted, the memories of this other universe. Unfortunately, the longer she spends drifting without being grounded, the more likely she is to slip into that other universe. That universe is decidedly worse than this one from the memories she has received and, sometimes, the parts of that universe that she can see. Often, these memories can confuse her and it can be difficult to tell what is this reality and the other. It becomes more difficult for her to hold and interact with this reality the further she drifts. Dr. Gate does everything she can to avoid drifting very far.

Stats

STR - -2
DEX - 1
SPD - 3
CON - -2
INT - 5
WIS - 2
CHA - 2
PWR - 5

History

Dr. Gate was a recently graduated student who was immediately accepted into a lab she had interned at due to her great intelligence. That lab was studying time travel, especially in terms of meta-humanity. It was Dr. Gate who came up with the design of the TDAM Device (Time Dilation and Manipulation Device). Many had told her that it was dangerous. That her inexperience would be her downfall. She ignored their warnings… and sure enough, the device exploded during testing.

This device created a sort of mini-black hole that lasted only seconds. Seconds was all it took to rip the lab to shreds. It was only because Dr. Gate managed to hold onto the device that she was partially protected. However, it wrenched her body from this reality’s hold. Think of it like this: Living things are balloons. Most balloons are tied to the rock of their reality. During that explosion, the balloon that is Dr. Gate did not pop. However, the string that held her to any reality was cut short.
The development of her abilities happened immediately and she buried her grief at killing her coworkers was buried under this new scientific development. It did not take her long to realize that her abilities were affected by perception, as with any other thing within this reality. However, it took her a year to realize she was drifting.
It started as horrifying visions. Then it turned to memories. Then she realized what she thought were nightmares were simply her perception of the other reality. Desperate to stop this drift, Dr. Gate began experimentation on itself. She found that she needed to ground herself in reality. With few people in her life to rely on and even fewer connections to this timeline due to her research into how to dodge it, it took something else to stay grounded. Drastic action.
It had not started with murder. Dr. Gate does not and never has liked hurting others. Originally, it was cruel actions against her coworkers. Then it evolved to destruction of property. The first murder was accidental… but unlike the cruel actions and property destruction, she managed to stay connected to this reality for several months due to it. To her credit, she tried to go back to the other actions. But they were never enough compared to the relief that murder gave her.
Unfortunately, the more she murdered, the less effective she became. It was not long before she realized greater acts of destruction being observed by a higher number of people was what worked the best. Destroyed banks funded its desperate research to save herself. Exploded government buildings funded her continuing life. That same research was also a great threat to reality, as her avenue of saving herself was to disconnect reality from time and space. Essentially, she wanted to snip the string that held the balloon of reality down so that it would drift at the same speed as her own balloon.

The Doctor started a lab of her own about a year into her realization that she was drifting. The lab had twenty workers including her, all dedicated to the purpose of finding a way to rend this reality from what holds it down. After all, if the Doctor is drifting at the same proverbial time and space as reality, then she won’t drift away from it. Dr. Gate was captured by the DNCC when her lab was located and raided. This event was a year ago.

Criminal Record

• Crime ─ Domestic Terrorism Dr. Gate has blown up two governmental buildings, several housing units, and two skyscrapers. She has been the cause of multiple bomb threats that were stopped by heroes. Multiple banks were obliterated in her raids
• Crime ─ Title 18, Section 2113 Dr. Gate has robbed fifteen total banks, thirteen of which were successful. This money was used to fund her research.

Agent Allen Delian
Supervisor
_{Clearance Level - 4}

Amendments

12 April

Recent events have revealed that, when caffeinated, Dr. Gate’s mental facilities skyrocket. Dr. Gate entered a hyper, panicked state. To the point that she could not communicate, started to hyperventilate, and started tearing out her hair. She was able to ‘logic’ herself out of being observed and nearly escaped confinement. She murdered sixteen staff members before being apprehended. This was only possible through the observation of twelve people and a lucky tranquilizer. This CANNOT be allowed to happen again.

─ Agent Delian

Hell's Renegades: A chaos squad of villainous...rehab?

@rexgn Parroting everyone else. She’s super cool!

𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

Elijah was so lost in thought that he had hardly heard the little reporter at first. Then it registered that the poor fellow was apologizing. Elijah took it in stride. It meant that the reporter would likely blame himself for losing Gamma-Burn, which meant Elijah got away from that guilt scot-free. Plus there would be some good publicity involved with a close up or two. He might have the time for that. Elijah highly doubted there was anyone still alive in that rubble.

Then there was an offer for an interview. Shit. Elijah had never had a full interview before. Especially not by himself or without his agent’s help. Elijah looked away, back towards the rubble. There had to be a way to get out of this. Right?!

”Have your close ups, if you want them. I don’t have long though. There might be survivors and the longer I wait, the less likely they are to survive. If you really want to ask questions, be my guest. But you’ll have to follow me back through dangerous, irradiated wasteland.”

Elijah paused. He could not quite explain why he did not want to brush this reporter off. Normally, he did it with ease. Elijah let out a breath through his nose, ”Or, if you would rather be safer, I can have my agent contact you about a meeting time… uh. What’s your name?”

Hell's Renegades: A chaos squad of villainous...rehab?

@Mintz Duuuude. I love him. He’s sick! And he also really needs a hug.

𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

Glass was a pain to pick out of the crevices of Elijah’s carapace. The thought crossed his mind as if it were the most casual in the world. For a moment, Elijah considered that it must be weird to think so casually about life threatening work. Then the exhaustion of his wings reminded him that there was no reason to keep flying. He let out a long sigh and did his best to hover steadily to the ground. Steadily was the more difficult part, but hey! He did not crash. Elijah’s feet hit the ground with a distinctive thud. He pulled the man away from his body, finally inspecting the short fellow…

The first thing that caught his gaze were those ears. It was hard for Elijah to look away. He was a sucker for ears, not that he would admit it. Then he trailed his eyes along the rest of the poor reporter’s body. At least, he assumed this man was a reporter. It would explain the daring stupidity and the camera. Emphasis on stupidity. At least the mystery reporter was cute– No, Elijah. That’s not how a Super Hero thinks. He paused on the reporter’s face, drinking in those features. Then he shook himself from his thoughts.

Elijah, with as much gentleness as his larger form (unpracticed as it was at being gentle) could handle, lifted the small fellow’s arms and inspected them. Then his legs. There, a gash had formed, likely from rebar or glass. A frown crossed his face.”Apologies, citizen,” Elijah spoke in his slightly over dramatic hero voice, ”It seems I could not protect you entirely from the glass. Allow me to help patch you up.”

It took more energy than Elijah would have liked to attract Spider Beetles while he walked. Especially since he was mostly looking for larvae. Luckily, they arrived just as Elijah set the reporter on a bench. With practiced precision, Elijah coaxed the larvae to make silk. It only took some pheromones to convince them he was prey for them to wrap silk around. Sure, they crawled under his carapace to drill into his skin, but what bugs didn’t at this point?

Using the silk, Elijah crafted a makeshift bandage to handle a bleeding slice on the reporter’s leg. There did not appear to be glass in it, but just to be sure, Elijah said, ”Be sure to visit a hospital if you can. These are good at keeping out infection but if the glass got caught in you at all, there is little I can do.”

With that, Elijah stood and stretched. He really wanted a smoke, but he had to go ensure there were no survivors left… Plus, Gramma-Burn had left something behind. If nothing else, a dramatic hand off back to Gamma-Burn would make good media. At best, the DNCC might get some use out of it.

Hell's Renegades: A chaos squad of villainous...rehab?

I present: Dr. Gate, my villain. Let me know if I need to adjust or tone down her abilities. Thank you!

Dr. Stella Gate

Number: #005
Code Name: Wormhole
Classification: Volatile || Risk Level: Extremely High
Legal Name: Dr. Stella Gate
Preferred Name: Stella, Dr. Gate
Age: Physically: 24, Literally: 34 || DOB: 10 September
Height: 5'8" || Weight: 96 lbs
Sex: F || Gender: She/Her, They/Them, It/Its

Ability(ies):

• Spatial Displacement: - Dr. Gate’s body and mind drift in and out of this reality in both random and controllable ways. It creates an isolated wormhole effect which allows Dr. Gate to manipulate herself in space. Using something to ground herself and a manipulation of logic, Dr. Gate is capable of ‘teleportation’ through space. An example is doors. Dr. Gate, using doors as a source of ‘logic’, is capable of walking through one door and exiting out in another, even if those doors are not connected. All spatial movement must be centered around theirself. For instance: Teleporting a plate of food from one table to another will not work. However, through thinking of herself as having a meal, she is capable of bringing herself to either plate in the blink of an eye. However, this logic works both ways. If she is perceived while performing these skills, it can often cause difficulty. If the perceiving person does not believe that she can simply teleport, then she cannot. It is, in large part, why she is a purposefully deceptive villain. It allows greater flexibility for her powers.
• Temporal Displacement - Dr. Gate’s body ages at a slowed rate, though use of Spatial Displacement can speed up this rate or slow it further. This means she is capable of living for a far extended period of time. Unfortunately, it means it takes her body longer to recover from wounds and illness. They have reason to believe their Temporal Displacement could allow for more power, but as most people perceive time at a steady rate, the logic manipulation is nearly, if not entirely, impossible with any amount of people within an unknown but miles long radius.
• Universal Drift - Both an ability and a detriment: Universal Drift allows Dr. Gate to occupy two universal places and/or times at once. What this means for her as a positive is that it allows her to have the increased intelligence of both versions of herself. Additionally, if she has drifted far enough, it is very difficult for something that isn’t a meta-ability to hit her. She shares the mental capabilities and, depending on how far she has drifted, the memories of this other universe. Unfortunately, the longer she spends drifting without being grounded, the more likely she is to slip into that other universe. That universe is decidedly worse than this one from the memories she has received and, sometimes, the parts of that universe that she can see. Often, these memories can confuse her and it can be difficult to tell what is this reality and the other. It becomes more difficult for her to hold and interact with this reality the further she drifts. Dr. Gate does everything she can to avoid drifting very far.

Physical Description: ​Dr. Gate is scrawny due to regularly forgetting to take care of her body properly. Her hair is a mess of long, curly silver locks. Her eyes are similarly silver, though depending on how grounded she is, they turn more blue. This weak body is covered by an oversized lab coat and gloves which make her appear much larger. Goggles hold her hair out of her face. Dr. Gate always carries a pocket watch that bears similarities to nixie-tube clocks.

Procedure: Dr. Gate, while in containment, requires constant observation over two different cameras to ensure that she follows the current time and space flow. Physical confines include arms and legs chained to the ground. The less allowed movement, the better. It should not be allowed to perceive the door to the room at any point. Its room must be featureless, save for a single, non-electronic light source.
While outside of containment, Dr. Gate’s pocket watch must be outfitted with a device to observe the time stated. This forces Dr. Gate to remain in this time while observed. Additionally, she must be fitted with a location tracker. This tracker should remain unobserved unless Dr. Gate must be reeled in. Other ways of grounding Dr. Gate within this reality for the purposes of control are being studied.

History: Dr. Gate was a recently graduated student who was immediately accepted into a lab she had interned at due to her great intelligence. That lab was studying time travel, especially in terms of meta-humanity. It was Dr. Gate who came up with the design of the TDAM Device (Time Dilation and Manipulation Device). Many had told her that it was dangerous. That her inexperience would be her downfall. She ignored their warnings… and sure enough, the device exploded during testing.

This device created a sort of mini-black hole that lasted only seconds. Seconds was all it took to rip the lab to shreds. It was only because Dr. Gate managed to hold onto the device that she was partially protected. However, it wrenched her body from this reality’s hold. Think of it like this: Living things are balloons. Most balloons are tied to the rock of their reality. During that explosion, the balloon that is Dr. Gate did not pop. However, the string that held her to any reality was cut short.
The development of her abilities happened immediately and she buried her grief at killing her coworkers was buried under this new scientific development. It did not take her long to realize that her abilities were affected by perception, as with any other thing within this reality. However, it took her a year to realize she was drifting.
It started as horrifying visions. Then it turned to memories. Then she realized what she thought were nightmares were simply her perception of the other reality. Desperate to stop this drift, Dr. Gate began experimentation on itself. She found that she needed to ground herself in reality. With few people in her life to rely on and even fewer connections to this timeline due to her research into how to dodge it, it took something else to stay grounded. Drastic action.
It had not started with murder. Dr. Gate does not and never has liked hurting others. Originally, it was cruel actions against her coworkers. Then it evolved to the destruction of property. The first murder was accidental… but unlike the cruel actions and property destruction, she managed to stay connected to this reality for several months due to it. To her credit, she tried to go back to the other actions. But they were never enough compared to the relief that murder gave her.
Unfortunately, the more she murdered, the less effective she became. It was not long before she realized greater acts of destruction being observed by a higher number of people was what worked the best. Destroyed banks funded its desperate research to save herself. Exploded government buildings funded her continuing life. That same research was also a great threat to reality, as her avenue of saving herself was to disconnect reality from time and space. Essentially, she wanted to snip the string that held the balloon of reality down so that it would drift at the same speed as her own balloon.

𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

Damn that slippery bastard!

Elijah did his best to fly in that awkward space between treetops and the fresh undergrowth, but he was hardly precise enough of a flier to do so successfully. Instead, he crashed into the undergrowth and stumbled to his feet. The plant cover lessened his embarrassment.

Branches and vines clawed at Elijah’s carapace as he ran. He was thankful for its protection. His face twisted into a grimace at the familiar burn of running stung his legs. This was the worst part about fighting crime early in the morning. It was honestly a big part of why he did his workout so early. Most villains had the courtesy to wait until a more reasonable time.

Gamma-Burn was not one of those villains.

Elijah caught a glimpse of his enemy taking a pause… but the tree cover made it impossible to see why. He willed his burning limbs to go faster. Then a wave of radioactive heat crashed into him. Elijah stumbled and leaned heavily on a tree. His face twisted into a grimace. Gamma-Burn was close but there was little Elijah could do about it with that heat between them.

The figure of Gamma-Burn disappeared a minute later and it took much of the heat with it. Elijah pushed forward, though sweat bubbled up under his carapace. When he came into the clearing, he stopped at the splatter of blood on the ground. Odd. There should not have been anyone out here to lose this blood. It was not as if Elijah had harmed Gamma-Burn. His gaze darted about, looking for signs of the victim… but whoever it was must have been vaporized or otherwise disposed of by the heat. Heat that Elijah decidedly did not want to stay around–

CLONG

Elijah jumped and looked towards the source of the noise. ”What the fuck?!”

Elijah’s gaze trailed around the rooftops. Maybe Gamma-Burn had ended up on one of those and had thrown something as a distraction? That seemed a bit odd for him though. Not to mention, Elijah was unsure if Gamma-Burn was strong enough for that. Then he spotted the man who had thrown it.

7:22 AM: Save the idiot who came in here.

Time moved in slow motion as Elijah’s wings unfolded. He leapt into the air and drove forward with reckless abandon. He knew damn well it would be hard to slow himself down but he did not have the time to worry about it. Elijah’s eyes narrowed and his lips pulled back into a frustrated scowl. Whoever the hell was here was a real dumbass. It was a miracle that whoever it was had not melted from the radiation heat, nor collapsed from the radiation itself.

Elijah met the goat-eared man halfway down the slowly melting building. He wrapped his arms around the stranger to protect him as much as possible from the impact. Elijah only had seconds to turn himself midair as he smashed into the building. Luckily, he had mostly hit a window, but stone joined the shards of glass that sprayed into the floor inside. Elijah ate most of the impact with his shoulder and back, protecting the little reporter.

There was no time to stop. He could feel the building warping around them both.

”Hold on tight!”

Elijah dashed forward, smashing through or leaping over desks and office equipment. His gaze darted to the poor fools who had not been able to make it out of the building before being thoroughly radiation cooked. The building started to bend, making his dash all the more slippery. With one mighty leap, Elijah drove his shoulder through the opposite window. Glass sprayed outwards as he flew into the air. He hoped and prayed that his body had protected the small goat man from harm.

From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

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