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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

"Hey, I'm trying my best here. That's what matters, right?"

Name: Ricardo “Rick” Martinez

Alias: Hometown Hero or Collateral.

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Goldenrod: DAA520

Character Alignment: Hero. He tries.

Identity: Secret. Thank God.

Character Personality:
Rick is a good guy, bless his heart. He’s honestly in this to be a hero, and he enjoys helping people. He’s a joker, in his opinion, but his jokes are usually those only his dad would find funny. He’s not the smartest, not the most clever--he tends to deal with social situations the same way he deals with fights--charge straight through, hoping his earnestness, determination, and thick skull make up for a lack of tact and skill.

Despite all his flaws, Rick has a heart that’s as big as his biceps. He loves protecting people, and willingly throws himself into harm’s way over and over even to save just one person. Most of his time not spent heroing is repairing the damage he did, though as he’s learned how to control his powers this has decreased.

Uniform/costume:
He doesn’t have a costume outside of a mask and street clothes. Things get too damaged around him to spend money on something fancy.

Outside of costume:


Origin Info/Details:
Rick’s early life was a fairly normal one. The son of third generation immigrants, born in the heart of football country, Rick grew up on a more than healthy helping of the American dream. He read comics and watched superhero movies as a kid, longing to be the sort of person who saved lives with a smile on their face. Best he could do in real life, with no powers of his own, was to target being a firefighter or soldier--something his strong, capable frame made him ideal for, and somewhere he could do serious good on his own.

All that changed when he was waiting in the subway station while on vacation in New York. A little girl fell into the tracks, and without even realizing what he was doing he dove to get her out, tossing her up from below before a train came pounding through the station.

He should’ve died.

But as he turned to the train and braced for impact, he felt power flow through his body, strengthening him beyond anything a human would be capable of. His hands contacted the front of the train, and as his feet dug in, it stopped-- but before he could appreciate the miracle of his continued existence, his foot brushed against the fabled third rail. Even through the rubber of his soles and newfound power, he went out like a light.

Waking up in the hospital a few hours later, he was told the train had flung him forward and by some miracle hadn’t killed him. Discovering he couldn’t even pick up a glass without shattering it was hard to cover up, but he left quickly. Control came slowly, mostly through training by his sister, but he finally managed to get there. For the most part, he’s spent his time defending his hometown of San Antonio, but given the recent struggles in Lost Haven he’s made his way there.

Maybe he’ll finally manage to shed the Collateral nickname.

Maybe.

Hero Type (Select one):
Brick/Muscle Boy howdy, is he a brick.

Power Level (Select one below):
City level, for reasons. See powers for more specifics.

Powers (Be Specific):
Rick is strong. Really strong. That’s about it, really, though it comes with a few required secondaries. Before we get started, it’s worthwhile to note that his strength would put him on a world level status if it wasn’t for having… pretty much nothing else to go with that, whether it be far ranging abilities, adaptation, or equipment. He’s dangerous on a city level, but running away from him is too easy and he doesn’t have a wide range of effectiveness.

First and as previously stated, Rick’s strength is absolutely insane. He’s not really run into anything he can’t lift, and blasting through buildings is something he can generally fairly easily (and accidentally) do, much to the consternation of his original hometown. This strength lies in everything he does, and only through careful control has he stopped breaking bikes, phones, desks… most everything he touches. He can jump extremely high, launch himself forward with a forward spring and wicked jab, and pull off stunts through brute strength that most would find beyond them even with better agility--like walljumping--though it tends to do major structural damage in the process.
His primary required secondary is nigh invulnerability to physical damage. Suffocation, poison (once it gets past his skin), acid… All of that can still hurt him, though it’s reduced quite a bit. But try to punch him, slash him, crush him… not happening. If he can throw a punch as hard as what he was just hit with--and he probably can--he can pretty much no sell it. This is a natural consequence of his body’s ability to resist the fantastic forces his muscles expose it to, and something he’s eternally grateful for. Whether from a thick skull, nothing to manipulate, or some ridiculous amount of confidence, he’s also mostly immune to psychic influences.

“I’m telling ya, second time someone shouts “boo” and you leap through a building, you sure are glad your head’s a helmet.”

Attributes (Please provide a short description for each category):

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 249
Strength Level: 100+ tons. It’s his shtick. He’s good at it.
Mobility: Depends. He can launch himself at massive speeds by jumping, but has no mobility once he does so. Probably 5x a regular person’s at running.
Intelligence: ….Average. Definitely average.
Fighting Skill: Trained to Mastered. Part of what makes Rick good at fighting is that he’s actually bothered to get good at hand to hand rather than just relying on his killer right hook to settle things for him.
Resources: What a regular 20 something would have access to in Lost Haven.

Weaknesses: For whatever reason, he has almost no resistance to electricity. His intelligence when it comes to fighting is high, but when it comes to everything else it’s average at best. Rick also can’t turn his powers off, just bring them down from a peak that crushes objects to normal human rates. It takes focus, however, and can't be done passively.

Supporting Characters:
Tobias and Maria Martinez, his parents. They’re relatively supportive of his hero work, and know about it--but they’re a little bothered by how much time their son avoids talking to them to avoid endangering them.
Teresa Martinez, his sister. She wanted to be his partner for a while, and was disappointed when she didn’t develop powers.

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Sample post skipped due to acceptance in Season 2.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Name: Ricardo “Rick” Martinez

Alias: Hometown Hero or Collateral.

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Goldenrod: DAA520

Character Alignment: Hero. He tries.

Identity: Secret. Thank God.

Character Personality:
Rick is a good guy, bless his heart. He’s honestly in this to be a hero, and he enjoys helping people. He’s a joker, in his opinion, but his jokes are usually those only his dad would find funny. He’s not the smartest, not the most clever--he tends to deal with social situations the same way he deals with fights--charge straight through, hoping his earnestness, determination, and thick skull make up for a lack of tact and skill.

Despite all his flaws, Rick has a heart that’s as big as his biceps. He loves protecting people, and willingly throws himself into harm’s way over and over even to save just one person. Most of his time not spent heroing is repairing the damage he did, though as he’s learned how to control his powers this has decreased.

Uniform/costume:


Like this, but without the symbol. And the electricity. This would just be a bad situation for him, really.

Outside of costume:


Origin Info/Details:
Rick’s early life was a fairly normal one. The son of third generation immigrants, born in the heart of football country, Rick grew up on a more than healthy helping of the American dream. He read comics and watched superhero movies as a kid, longing to be the sort of person who saved lives with a smile on their face. Best he could do in real life, with no powers of his own, was to target being a firefighter or soldier--something his strong, capable frame made him ideal for, and somewhere he could do serious good on his own.

All that changed when he was waiting in the subway station while on vacation in New York. A little girl fell into the tracks, and without even realizing what he was doing he dove to get her out, tossing her up from below before a train came pounding through the station.

He should’ve died.

But as he turned to the train and braced for impact, he felt power flow through his body, strengthening him beyond anything a human would be capable of. His hands contacted the front of the train, and as his feet dug in, it stopped-- but before he could appreciate the miracle of his continued existence, his foot brushed against the fabled third rail. Even through the rubber of his soles and newfound power, he went out like a light.

Waking up in the hospital a few hours later, he was told the train had flung him forward and by some miracle hadn’t killed him. Discovering he couldn’t even pick up a glass without shattering it was hard to cover up, but he left quickly. Control came slowly, mostly through training by his sister, but he finally managed to get there. For the most part, he’s spent his time defending his hometown of San Antonio, but given the recent struggles in Lost Haven he’s made his way there.

Maybe he’ll finally manage to shed the Collateral nickname.

Maybe.

Hero Type (Select one):
Brick/Muscle Boy howdy, is he a brick.

Power Level (Select one below):
City level, for reasons. See powers for more specifics.
Powers (Be Specific):
Rick is strong. Really strong. That’s about it, really, though it comes with a few required secondaries. Before we get started, it’s worthwhile to note that his strength would put him on a world level status if it wasn’t for having… pretty much nothing else to go with that, whether it be far ranging abilities, adaptation, or equipment. He’s dangerous on a city level, but running away from him is too easy and he doesn’t have a wide range of effectiveness.

First and as previously stated, Rick’s strength is absolutely insane. He’s not really run into anything he can’t lift, and blasting through buildings is something he can generally fairly easily (and accidentally) do, much to the consternation of his original hometown. This strength lies in everything he does, and only through careful control has he stopped breaking bikes, phones, desks… most everything he touches. He can jump extremely high, launch himself forward with a forward spring and wicked jab, and pull off stunts through brute strength that most would find beyond them even with better agility--like walljumping--though it tends to do major structural damage in the process.
His primary required secondary is nigh invulnerability to physical damage. Suffocation, poison (once it gets past his skin), acid… All of that can still hurt him, though it’s reduced quite a bit. But try to punch him, slash him, crush him… not happening. If he can throw a punch as hard as what he was just hit with--and he probably can--he can pretty much no sell it. This is a natural consequence of his body’s ability to resist the fantastic forces his muscles expose it to, and something he’s eternally grateful for. Whether from a thick skull, nothing to manipulate, or some ridiculous amount of confidence, he’s also mostly immune to psychic influences.

“I’m telling ya, second time someone shouts “boo” and you leap through a building, you sure are glad your head’s a helmet.”

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 249
Strength Level: 100+ tons. It’s his shtick. He’s good at it.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Slightly above normal. He can go really fast by kicking off of a building, but his reaction time is still only that of a professional athlete and limits his actual speed.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: He’s never really hit his max, but he figures he could go for an hour? His body’s pretty good at this stuff. When operating at regular superhuman levels, practically unlimited until he needs sleep.
Agility: 5x or higher, depending on how much collateral damage you’re willing to allow.
Intelligence: ….Average. Definitely average.
Fighting Skill: Trained to Mastered. Part of what makes Rick good at fighting is that he’s actually bothered to get good at hand to hand rather than just relying on his killer right hook to settle things for him.
Resources: Average

Weaknesses: For whatever reason, he has almost no resistance to electricity. His intelligence when it comes to fighting is high, but when it comes to everything else it’s average at best. Rick also can’t turn his powers off, just bring them down from a peak that crushes objects to normal human rates. It takes focus, however, and can't be done passively.

Supporting Characters:
Tobias and Maria Martinez, his parents. They’re relatively supportive of his hero work, and know about it--but they’re a little bothered by how much time their son avoids talking to them to avoid endangering them.
Teresa Martinez, his sister. She wanted to be his partner for a while, and was disappointed when she didn’t develop powers.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes. See above.

Sample Post

“Again!”

Rick’s eye twitched as he looked across the table at his tormentor. His muscles were taut, mind focused. Adrenaline was coursing through him. Everything depended on this moment. All his training was leading up to this. On his strength. On his control. He could scarcely feel the burning in his arms that had been dominating his thoughts. He could do it, he knew it. It would take all his willpower, but he could do it.

The woman across the table, on the other hand, was incredibly lackadaisical. He towered over her, probably almost weighed two and a half times what she did. But she insisted on this drill, day after day. Drills weren’t supposed to be dangerous, they were preparatory. For danger. Later. Later danger. Not now. But failing this one had grave consequences. Rick’s brown eyes moved from her to the object of his distress, the single object that could cause fear in the heart of even the bravest hero.

It was a teacup.

An antique teacup.

Grandma Martinez’s antique teacup.

“C’mon, big man,” Teresa goaded, his sister’s quiet voice taking on a teasing tone. “Pick up the cup, if you’re so strong. Best not break it, it’s part of a matching set.”

He didn’t know where the demon had found it, but he wished his strength could match the stealth and cunning of someone so iniquitous and prone to villainy. Sitting there, looking at her nails like nothing mattered. He growled, reaching out with his pointer and thumb like a toy crane, where the prize was not getting guilted for the rest of his natural life by Grandma Martinez and her ghost. His hand hesitantly went down, gently touched the edge of the cup--even the bare graze sent it wobbling--he flinched, resisted snapping his hand forward to try to catch it.

Refocused.

Tried again.

Gently touched the edge of the teacup, grasping it in the softest of grips, then picked it up gingerly. Rick’s hand slowly went back down, then he looked over at his sister as she let out a deep breath when it finally contacted the table.

“Good job! I was going to boil too if you broke that,” she said, grinning. “Getting there, Ricky. Tomorrow we try with eggs. I’m gonna throw one at you for each one you break. Best not get egg on your face.”

“Your puns are the actual worst. Worse than my jokes, and that’s sayin’ something.” The superhero known as Collateral collapsed back in his chair, wiping sweat off his forehead. He had to find a less risky way of getting back fine motor control.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Rick Martinez

Character you have created: Ricardo “Rick” Martinez

Alias: Hometown Hero or Collateral.

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Goldenrod: DAA520

Character Alignment: Hero. He tries.

Identity: Secret. Thank God.

Character Personality:
Rick is a good guy, bless his heart. He’s honestly in this to be a hero, and he enjoys helping people. He’s a joker, in his opinion, but his jokes are usually those only his dad would find funny. He’s not the smartest, not the most clever--he tends to deal with social situations the same way he deals with fights--charge straight through, hoping his earnestness, determination, and thick skull make up for a lack of tact and skill.

Despite all his flaws, Rick has a heart that’s as big as his biceps. He loves protecting people, and willingly throws himself into harm’s way over and over even to save just one person. Most of his time not spent heroing is repairing the damage he did, though as he’s learned how to control his powers this has decreased.

Uniform/costume:


Like this, but without the symbol. And the electricity. This would just be a bad situation for him, really.

Outside of costume:


Origin Info/Details:
Rick’s early life was a fairly normal one. The son of third generation immigrants, born in the heart of football country, Rick grew up on a more than healthy helping of the American dream. He read comics and watched superhero movies as a kid, longing to be the sort of person who saved lives with a smile on their face. Best he could do in real life, with no powers of his own, was to target being a firefighter or soldier--something his strong, capable frame made him ideal for, and somewhere he could do serious good on his own.

All that changed when he was waiting in the subway station while on vacation in New York. A little girl fell into the tracks, and without even realizing what he was doing he dove to get her out, tossing her up from below before a train came pounding through the station.

He should’ve died.

But as he turned to the train and braced for impact, he felt power flow through his body, strengthening him beyond anything a human would be capable of. His hands contacted the front of the train, and as his feet dug in, it stopped-- but before he could appreciate the miracle of his continued existence, his foot brushed against the fabled third rail. Even through the rubber of his soles and newfound power, he went out like a light.

Waking up in the hospital a few hours later, he was told the train had flung him forward and by some miracle hadn’t killed him. Discovering he couldn’t even pick up a glass without shattering it was hard to cover up, but he left quickly. Control came slowly, mostly through training by his sister, but he finally managed to get there. For the most part, he’s spent his time defending his hometown of San Antonio, but given the recent struggles in Lost Haven he’s made his way there.

Maybe he’ll finally manage to shed the Collateral nickname.

Maybe.

Hero Type (Select one):
Brick/Muscle Boy howdy, is he a brick.

Power Level (Select one below):
City level, for reasons. See powers for more specifics.
Powers (Be Specific):
Rick is strong. Really strong. That’s about it, really, though it comes with a few required secondaries. Before we get started, it’s worthwhile to note that his strength would put him on a world level status if it wasn’t for having… pretty much nothing else to go with that, whether it be far ranging abilities, adaptation, or equipment. He’s dangerous on a city level, but running away from him is too easy and he doesn’t have a wide range of effectiveness.

First and as previously stated, Rick’s strength is absolutely insane. He’s not really run into anything he can’t lift, and blasting through buildings is something he can generally fairly easily (and accidentally) do, much to the consternation of his original hometown. This strength lies in everything he does, and only through careful control has he stopped breaking bikes, phones, desks… most everything he touches. He can jump extremely high, launch himself forward with a forward spring and wicked jab, and pull off stunts through brute strength that most would find beyond them even with better agility--like walljumping--though it tends to do major structural damage in the process.
His primary required secondary is nigh invulnerability to physical damage. Suffocation, poison (once it gets past his skin), acid… All of that can still hurt him, though it’s reduced quite a bit. But try to punch him, slash him, crush him… not happening. If he can throw a punch as hard as what he was just hit with--and he probably can--he can pretty much no sell it. This is a natural consequence of his body’s ability to resist the fantastic forces his muscles expose it to, and something he’s eternally grateful for. Whether from a thick skull, nothing to manipulate, or some ridiculous amount of confidence, he’s also mostly immune to psychic influences.

“I’m telling ya, second time someone shouts “boo” and you leap through a building, you sure are glad your head’s a helmet.”

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 249
Strength Level: 100+ tons. It’s his shtick. He’s good at it.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Slightly above normal. He can go really fast by kicking off of a building, but his reaction time is still only that of a professional athlete and limits his actual speed.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: He’s never really hit his max, but he figures he could go for an hour? His body’s pretty good at this stuff. When operating at regular superhuman levels, practically unlimited until he needs sleep.
Agility: 5x or higher, depending on how much collateral damage you’re willing to allow.
Intelligence: ….Average. Definitely average.
Fighting Skill: Trained to Mastered. Part of what makes Rick good at fighting is that he’s actually bothered to get good at hand to hand rather than just relying on his killer right hook to settle things for him.
Resources: Average

Weaknesses: For whatever reason, he has almost no resistance to electricity. His intelligence when it comes to fighting is high, but when it comes to everything else it’s average at best. Rick also can’t turn his powers off, just bring them down from a peak that crushes objects to normal human rates. It takes focus, however, and can't be done passively.

Supporting Characters:
Tobias and Maria Martinez, his parents. They’re relatively supportive of his hero work, and know about it--but they’re a little bothered by how much time their son avoids talking to them to avoid endangering them.
Teresa Martinez, his sister. She wanted to be his partner for a while, and was disappointed when she didn’t develop powers.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes. See above.

Sample Post
“Again!”

Rick’s eye twitched as he looked across the table at his tormentor. His muscles were taut, mind focused. Adrenaline was coursing through him. Everything depended on this moment. All his training was leading up to this. On his strength. On his control. He could scarcely feel the burning in his arms that had been dominating his thoughts. He could do it, he knew it. It would take all his willpower, but he could do it.

The woman across the table, on the other hand, was incredibly lackadaisical. He towered over her, probably almost weighed two and a half times what she did. But she insisted on this drill, day after day. Drills weren’t supposed to be dangerous, they were preparatory. For danger. Later. Later danger. Not now. But failing this one had grave consequences. Rick’s brown eyes moved from her to the object of his distress, the single object that could cause fear in the heart of even the bravest hero.

It was a teacup.

An antique teacup.

Grandma Martinez’s antique teacup.

“C’mon, big man,” Teresa goaded, his sister’s quiet voice taking on a teasing tone. “Pick up the cup, if you’re so strong. Best not break it, it’s part of a matching set.”

He didn’t know where the demon had found it, but he wished his strength could match the stealth and cunning of someone so iniquitous and prone to villainy. Sitting there, looking at her nails like nothing mattered. He growled, reaching out with his pointer and thumb like a toy crane, where the prize was not getting guilted for the rest of his natural life by Grandma Martinez and her ghost. His hand hesitantly went down, gently touched the edge of the cup--even the bare graze sent it wobbling--he flinched, resisted snapping his hand forward to try to catch it.

Refocused.

Tried again.

Gently touched the edge of the teacup, grasping it in the softest of grips, then picked it up gingerly. Rick’s hand slowly went back down, then he looked over at his sister as she let out a deep breath when it finally contacted the table.

“Good job! I was going to boil too if you broke that,” she said, grinning. “Getting there, Ricky. Tomorrow we try with eggs. I’m gonna throw one at you for each one you break. Best not get egg on your face.”

“Your puns are the actual worst. Worse than my jokes, and that’s sayin’ something.” The superhero known as Collateral collapsed back in his chair, wiping sweat off his forehead. He had to find a less risky way of getting back fine motor control.

Hopefully this is the place to put that.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Unlike the other three members of her team, Amy could see perfectly fine in the darkness of the room, even without the light. There were times her Faunus heritage came in handy, and one of those was with her natural darkvision. It did not, however, help at all with the general feeling of dread that permeated this entire situation.

Whirrrrrrrrrrr.

Fucking whirring bullshit didn't sound like anything she'd heard before. Mechanical, but not familiar, coming from somewhere to their right, it made her rusty feathers stand on end despite all her attempts to keep them smoothed down. Her eyes flicked around the room, falling on the ramp eventually.

"The sound's down and between the elevator and the ramp, cap. Quite a bit down, it sounds like, but just from the sound I can't pinpoint how far or which one of them will lead to it," Amy said, then shuddered and shook her head. "This smells like such a fuckin' trap."

Her attention turned to the door to the stairs, before she wandered back around the corner and retrieved the broken door, evidently light from how little effort it had taken to knock it down after its hinges were severed. She gently placed it along the wall, its edge against the door to the stairs--balancing it precariously so it would offer little resistance, but fall over if the other door so much as brushed against it. Hopefully that would replicate the clang from earlier.

"... I don't want anything coming up behind us. I'll listen for that and the elevator."

What she'd give for some cans and string.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

This was some serious ####ery.

What was the point of having enhanced senses if they didn't sense jack shit when you needed them most? Probably some horrific monstrosity on the other side of that door waiting to punish her for all of her sexual iniquity and she could see and hear jack shit. It didn't take Gift to be able to tell bad stuff was going on, one would hope it would at least give further information as to precisely what she had to be concerned about. Flying was tempting, but being in the air meant she was vulnerable if she didn't know what they were facing.

Amy gritted her teeth, the Fury's shield rattling back into her arm guard as the barrels of its machine gun spun out, her sensory perception expanding once again to warn her of anything coming from where she wasn't looking. She trained the rotary weapon on the door, ready to fire through once Ben had cleared it.

"Nothing to fuckin' report Cap. A whole fat lot of fucking nothing."

Super Invincible Max God Century Robo: Giga Assault Hell Smasher Promethion - A Combining Mecha RPG

"I'm awake!"

Rubiana Starfeather's head snapped up from where it had been resting on a set of blueprints, the short 19 year old springing to her feet and blinking rapidly to get the sleep out of her eyes. Her hands patted over her jumpsuit--spanner, check; power wrench, check; interface, check--she quickly tied her hair back, then rushed to the walkway overlooking the mech bay. She went over her mental checklist for every relevant mech to the oncoming battle, even though she already knew the answer to her questions.

Of course they'd all been seen to. She wouldn't exactly be a good mechanic if she went to sleep before finishing her work. Still, a failure at a critical time would get her a fate worse than death. She might be fired.

Might as well hurl her lucky spanner into the jaws of a kaiju and swan dive after it at that point.

The mechanic stretched, her back popping as she stood on her tiptoes and her arms extended to her sides, then started down toward the stairs toward the main maintenance hub. The bays would already be prepped when the surviving warriors returned, her job at this point was to watch the status readouts on each mech and warn the crew what tools and preparations would actually be needed.

Her role in the battle was an observatory one, but necessary nonetheless.

Super Invincible Max God Century Robo: Giga Assault Hell Smasher Promethion - A Combining Mecha RPG

Rubiana Starfeather

Name: Rubiana "Ruby" Starfeather
Age: 19
Job: MAX FIRE Mechanic
Personality: Enthusiastic about her work and outgoing, Ruby's love of people is only second to her love of machinery. Her energy levels are perpetually high when she has someone or something to interact with, keeping an obvious interest in those she's talking to or the machines she's working on. When no one is around and she has nothing to do, however, it's an entirely different story--she sleeps often and constantly, seemingly recharging for her next flurry of activity.
Skills: A prodigy engineer and mechanic, broken machines speak to Ruby Starfeather like no one else. She seems to have an almost preternatural sense for whatever's going wrong with whatever device she's repairing. This progresses to an almost irritating degree at times, pausing mid-conversation because she heard one click from a servo that shouldn't have been there. Her talents are mostly limited to fixing things that are broken, her creativity focused on inventing unorthodox repairs that somehow work rather than creating new technology. She's as equally good at the software side of things. Even given an almost unrealistically short span of time and woefully inadequate materials, she can usually get a mecha running again--but it might not be up to its old specifications or look anything like what its supposed to.

Ruby's not a gifted fighter or mech pilot, though many errant MAX FIRE staffers have been on the receiving end of a blow from a spanner if they don't take proper care of their machinery. Otherwise she's somewhat talented at chess, and not a slouch at cooking, though she can be a little absentminded.
Short Bio: A resident of nowhere Nebraska, Rubiana's childhood passed mostly uneventfully. She got her start fixing farm equipment, regularly skipping her more boring classes to meddle with nearby machinery, until her talents caught the attention of a larger farming corporation that hired her to repair more complex devices. MAX FIRE headhunted her from said corporation, and she was more than eager to deal with the most complex devices on the market.

Super Invincible Max God Century Robo: Giga Assault Hell Smasher Promethion - A Combining Mecha RPG

Throwing my hat in the ring as a mechanic.

CS should be up soon.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Something felt wrong.

It was some prickling on the back of her neck, some perturbation in her Aura that Gift made her sensitive enough to detect. Something was very, very wrong here, wrong with the building that all of them were walking toward. Even more disturbing, in her opinion, were Jan's failed attempts to activate his comms, just... the first hallmark of something about to go badly in a horror movie.

And she was the group tramp, so that increased her likelihood of dying tremendously.

Fan-####ing-tastic.

She could take off, she supposed, and try to get a look at things from the air--but if whatever they were going after had some ranged capability, she'd be a sitting duck. Instead, she dialed Gift up, looking at the windows as they approached to see if she saw any movement or the like with her enhanced senses.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

IC: Amaranth Desire

Unlike her team leader, Amy didn’t have a lot of experience with locales outside of Vale proper. Wasn’t like there’d been money to take field trips in the orphanage, or good marks for theft. That being said, there wasn’t a lot she was better suited for than keeping an eye on her surroundings. She let her Semblance go as high as it could without slowing her perception too much, her senses enhancing. The sounds of the forest resolved from a mass of aural stimulus to individual, clear notes--a bird’s song to her right, a branch falling from a tree to her left.
She kept her eyes on the forest behind them, looking for movement. As tempting as it would be to watch each individual leaf sway in the breeze, that wasn’t generally relevant to watching the team’s back.
Amy shifted slightly in her armor, the unfamiliar feeling of the heavier outfit making her a little uncomfortable in the tropical environment of the jungle. It was extremely light, for armor, and didn’t restrict her movement much--but it was still something she was going to have to get used to. She’d done the risk assessment in her head, and the armor was worth having to adapt to it fully on the fly. The previous week had contained a lot of practice time actually using the stupid suit, so it wasn’t exactly like this was her first time in it, but…
Hopefully her engineering held together, was all.
"On it, Cap," she finally said. "I'll let you know if I see or hear anything."