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Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

Magdalene thought the most difficult part of her journey into the Bone Sea was walking through the sands. Now she saw that the greatest trial was actually sitting and waiting in the most comfortable room in the entire damned desert. As more and more people filled in, the meeting tent gradually grew louder and more rowdy. At first she was able to tolerate the redheaded woman who bickered about every minor and irrelevant adjustment to a map they planned their route on, that was acceptable planning. Then a man, creeping around the room ever so slowly, finally seated himself behind her, only to begin quietly singing,

"I don't want no Orthosi shilling, I don't want to be cut down. I'd sooner be willing to make me'self a killing, living off the the Ladies of the Town...", The man sang, bordering on practically muttering. His quiet, half-effort words buzzed against her ears, irritating Magdalene as she sat in silence.

Then, making matters even more difficult, another man came, bringing in a goddamn horse with him, deciding the best of all places was right where Magdalene was sitting. She leaned over in her seat as the beast was led practically right over her table, concerned that the beast of burden might absently try to start munching on Poe.

“Hope you don’t mind my friend here," The horse's guide began, "I just have some trust-issues with people coming near my horse...So, what’s your name?”

They had extremely fidgety motions as they stood over Magdalene, a nervousness that betrayed the calm and articulate tone of their voice. An elf, probably? Magdalene had few encounters with elvenkind, but his tall grace and loose motions gave her hint to the rumors they heard. Quickly glancing at the horseback stranger, she managed to spot elongated ears on either side of his head, confirming her prediction. Seeing as she already made a short gaze with the stranger, she saw had no choice but to answer his question.

"Just... Call me Maggie, I guess," she answered, before turning her head back forward, averting further eye contact. Though he kept a stoic face, his eyes were just as anxious as the rest of his body language. Something else about his face got her the wrong way, too. Almost too wooden and forced.

Then, as if the meeting couldn't get any less formal, a goddamned bug-person walked in. Maggie heard even less of the... Gee-Sin-Yee? Than elves, let alone that one would be willing to go on such a dangerous expedition. As soon as they entered, they started making a dreadful noise, almost like it was... Chuckling? It's strange, mad chuckles continued as they pulled out a book and started scribbling down in it, gazing about the room. Soon after another man came in, towering beneath his robes and wide-brimmed hat, wielding a massive axe. Once they got seated, they looked over to the bugman, and, strangely enough, began to join them. Great, now there was a horse in her face and two laughing idiots. Making things even worse, a giant made of stone ducked their head under the doorway as they entered the tent, and then the room felt so much smaller, as their awkward walking knocked aside several pieces of furniture in their way. At this point in time, Magdalene felt outright uneasy, burrowed on all sides by stress of the situation. She shrank herself down even further, practically hiding behind her neatly folded arms, desperately hoping that the delegate would get everyone to sit down and shut up already.

Already drained of any energy before their expedition even began, Magdalene hit a breaking point when a gods-be-damned Kaimerian had the unholy gall to walk right in the tent. Despite trying not to make eye contact with anyone or anything, she immediately recognized when they entered the tent, despite being practically buried in furs and wearing a skull-helmet. Perhaps it was the iconic pair of horns, or it may have been Magdalene's own tug of an ancient yet warmly familiar terror rooting itself into a knot in her stomach. The room started to get hot and humid, even moreso than the desert she just crossed. Magdalene could just barely taste the scent of burning wood in the air. She clenched her hands into impenetrable fists, yet her instinct to get up and make a scene was dulled after years of living as a woodswoman and robber. Instead, she just sat there, glaring directly at the Kaimerian the entire time, growing deaf to the rest of the chaos in the circus tent.

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

Magdalene hated the Bone Sea.

The sun constantly stabbed you in the eyes, The sandstorms raked you in the eyes, the Bone Clans were hostile and probably wanted to do something with your eyes. It's hotter than the bowels of hell, water becomes an even more precious resource thanks to how dry it is; It's no small wonder the place is filled with so many dried bones. Magdalene didn't understand how the hell anyone made a living out there. She'd only ventured into the region twice in her whole life; Once out of bored curiosity, which she quickly regretted. The second time she traveled to Alphos searching for work; Again, quickly regretted. The whole place seemed like the Gods were determined to one-up the utter shithole the rest of the land was. Hopefully they're right about the third time being the charm.

Magdalene followed along the open road as well as she could, using her burlap hood to provide decent protection against the oppression of the sun above. She walked awkwardly, her head angled down to barely see a few feet in front of her, lest she go blind from the sands shining sunlight right back into her eyes. She had to trust entirely in Poe to start squawking if any beasts or opportunistic clansmen rose over the horizon.

Before Magdalene even realized it, she'd ended up joining a band of travelers along the same path as her. She panicked for a moment, then identified most of them as northerners like herself, wielding steel weapons, some of them riding horsebacks. At the very least, she was still on schedule. She walked towards the center of the caravan, yet remained a safe distance from any of them. Just in case some beast burst out of the sands and took a pick out of them, she wouldn't be the first to go. Among the travelers she noticed a giant of a woman using a spear as a walking stick, and a well-armored man atop horseback. At the very least, their group wouldn't be easy pickings.

Eventually, the sunlight began to dim. Magdalene turned up her head, only to turn it back down as a flurry of dust blew by, her relief turning into a worse ordeal as the minor dust storm flew by. If anything, the whole ordeal only steeled her resolve for the journey ahead. Once it was all said and done she'd get passage into Exusia, and never have to deal with days of travel and discomfort like this again.

She noticed a camp out on the horizon, just beneath the fabled flying city, which she barely managed to catch a glimpse of through her hood. Honestly expected it to be bigger, but the obscured sight alone was mesmerizing and brought her to a brief stop, before pulling herself together and continuing.

As their loose little caravan reached the encampment, they gradually squeezed together into a line. The Guards weren't just letting anyone in, it seemed. Once Magdalene reached the front, the guards once again crossed their spears just after letting the last traveler in. After fumbling through her bag for a moment, she pulled out the poster that summoned adventurers in the first place, crumpled and slightly wet. The soldiers parted, letting her through and instructing her to head straight to the camp center. Magdalene felt nervous as she walked through the center of the camp, practically a military base, well-armed soldiers glancing at her as she kept her head down, the sight of armored men being far too uncomfortable a memory for her.

She entered the center of the camp, her eyes finally readjusting to the dim light of the interior structure. The building was circular in shape, in the center of the room stood two women, one pointing at a map and practically lecturing the other on various landmarks. Magdalene glanced around the room, seeing several others already gathered and seated. Worldlessly, Magdalene seated herself in one of the further corners of the building, shrinking down in her seat as the room began to fill before the meeting eventually got started.

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

Magdalene Oakstead

_______________________________ NAME: Magdalene Oakstead AGE: 20 RACE: Human PRONOUNS: She/Her HOMETOWN: Foliage HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 135 lbs. _______________________________ "I'm getting in there, no matter the cost."

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"I'm sick of all this. I can keep doing this until my hair's gray and it'll all be the same to me."

All Magdalene wants is to finally know peace; Tired of living out in the woods, surviving off of predators, and losing everything. Her main hope in joining an expedition to a place as dangerous as the Desolation is to be granted passage into Exusia, where she can toss aside her crossbow and live the rest of her life as a queen.

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"Don't bother watching my back. If anything, keep an eye on your own."

Magdalene's a fearful and rugged young woman, the peace of a simple life being ripped away from her at a young age. Having lost everything twice, the only person she sticks to is herself, not being afraid to sell out or betray others if it means saving her own skin. She tends to avoid direct conflict, only fighting physically when she has a clear advantage, either range or surprise, only to quickly buckle and flee or surrender if confronted. Socially, she's extremely unpleasant, always the pessimist and being awful with words and etiquette.

Living most of her life as a woodsman and bandit, Magdalene's extremely simple and amoral, having killed over a night's meal before, and the only assistance she'd lend to a dying man on the side of the road would be making his pockets lighter. She has little care for luxuries or comfort, being perfectly willing to spend the night in a tree and laying under leaves and debris for hours in waiting.

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"I'd start by saying I was born in Foliage, but you've probably never even heard of it."

Magdalene was born in Foliage, a small isolated settlement towards the southeastern region of Deadwood; While the beginning of her life was relatively peaceful, she was only ten when the Kaimerian Uprising broke out, and her home was one of hundreds destroyed by the Kaimerian invaders. While she was spared by the honorable wrath of the Kaimerians, her parents died in the initial attack, leaving her an estranged refugee along with the other few survivors of her village. As if their village being torched and their people being slaughtered wasn't awful enough, the survivors were forced to flee past Darington, where dozens more of the few refugees were captured by opportunistic kidnappers and dragged into the city to lives of unforgiving slavery.

The very few remaining survivors of her village took up the lives of woodsmen and nomadic hunters, living off of what little the savage wilderness of Deadwood had to offer. When ends needed to be met, they took the role of raiders and even slavers, attacking refugees just as vulnerable as themselves and trading with Darington, the same city that exploited them as they fled for their lives. Magdalene herself saw her uncle turn from a kindly neighbor to a cold and jaded outlaw, once even stabbing a traveler through the ribs when they were a few coins short of his demand. She herself was no stranger to what her people had become, learning to notch crossbows, skin prey, and loot bodies. Her people soon became feared among settlements and travelers in the region, becoming known as the Band of Wolves.

During the war between Orthos and the Kaimerians, the Band of Wolves were opportunistic scavengers, swooping in to raid battlefields, pulling the shirts off the backs of barely living men and leaving them to die in the bloodied soil. They struck a few soft blows of revenge against the Kaimerians, too, killing a few scouts, as payback for their home's destruction. Over the course of the war, however, the Band of Wolves was eventually destroyed, finally disbanding after being lured into a trap and massacred by the Knights of Orthos after one too many battlefield raids on their ravaged units. Though Magdalene and a few others managed to flee with their lives, the remnant was too small to reform, the survivors each going their separate ways after that.

Magdalene traveled northward, roaming around all on her own. She managed to find work on occasion as a fur-trader and huntress, but mostly lived as a lone traveler and petty robber. Eventually, during a trip into Orthos, she heard the news that Exusia was seeking warriors and explorers, for an expedition into the Desolation, and were willing to pay mountains of gold. Tired of constantly surviving and living out in the wilderness, Magdalene was in enough desperation to accept, and set off on her journey to Exusia.

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Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

Fuck it, take two humans.

Magdalene Oakstead

_______________________________ NAME: Magdalene Oakstead AGE: 20 RACE: Human PRONOUNS: She/Her HOMETOWN: Foliage HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 135 lbs. _______________________________ "I'm getting in there, no matter the cost."

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"I'm sick of all this. I can keep doing this until my hair's gray and it'll all be the same to me."

All Magdalene wants is to finally know peace; Tired of living out in the woods, surviving off of predators, and losing everything. Her main hope in joining an expedition to a place as dangerous as the Desolation is to be granted passage into Exusia, where she can toss aside her crossbow and live the rest of her life as a queen.

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"Don't bother watching my back. If anything, keep an eye on your own."

Magdalene's a fearful and rugged young woman, the peace of a simple life being ripped away from her at a young age. Having lost everything twice, the only person she sticks to is herself, not being afraid to sell out or betray others if it means saving her own skin. She tends to avoid direct conflict, only fighting physically when she has a clear advantage, either range or surprise, only to quickly buckle and flee or surrender if confronted. Socially, she's extremely unpleasant, always the pessimist and being awful with words and etiquette.

Living most of her life as a woodsman and bandit, Magdalene's extremely simple and amoral, having killed over a night's meal before, and the only assistance she'd lend to a dying man on the side of the road would be making his pockets lighter. She has little care for luxuries or comfort, being perfectly willing to spend the night in a tree and laying under leaves and debris for hours in waiting.

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"I'd start by saying I was born in Foliage, but you've probably never even heard of it."

Magdalene was born in Foliage, a small isolated settlement towards the southeastern region of Deadwood; While the beginning of her life was relatively peaceful, she was only ten when the Kaimerian Uprising broke out, and her home was one of hundreds destroyed by the Kaimerian invaders. While she was spared by the honorable wrath of the Kaimerians, her parents died in the initial attack, leaving her an estranged refugee along with the other few survivors of her village. As if their village being torched and their people being slaughtered wasn't awful enough, the survivors were forced to flee past Darington, where dozens more of the few refugees were captured by opportunistic kidnappers and dragged into the city to lives of unforgiving slavery.

The very few remaining survivors of her village took up the lives of woodsmen and nomadic hunters, living off of what little the savage wilderness of Deadwood had to offer. When ends needed to be met, they took the role of raiders and even slavers, attacking refugees just as vulnerable as themselves and trading with Darington, the same city that exploited them as they fled for their lives. Magdalene herself saw her uncle turn from a kindly neighbor to a cold and jaded outlaw, once even stabbing a traveler through the ribs when they were a few coins short of his demand. She herself was no stranger to what her people had become, learning to notch crossbows, skin prey, and loot bodies. Her people soon became feared among settlements and travelers in the region, becoming known as the Band of Wolves.

During the war between Orthos and the Kaimerians, the Band of Wolves were opportunistic scavengers, swooping in to raid battlefields, pulling the shirts off the backs of barely living men and leaving them to die in the bloodied soil. They struck a few soft blows of revenge against the Kaimerians, too, killing a few scouts, as payback for their home's destruction. Over the course of the war, however, the Band of Wolves was eventually destroyed, finally disbanding after being lured into a trap and massacred by the Knights of Orthos after one too many battlefield raids on their ravaged units. Though Magdalene and a few others managed to flee with their lives, the remnant was too small to reform, the survivors each going their separate ways after that.

Magdalene traveled northward, roaming around all on her own. She managed to find work on occasion as a fur-trader and huntress, but mostly lived as a lone traveler and petty robber. Eventually, during a trip into Orthos, she heard the news that Exusia was seeking warriors and explorers, for an expedition into the Desolation, and were willing to pay mountains of gold. Tired of constantly surviving and living out in the wilderness, Magdalene was in enough desperation to accept, and set off on her journey to Exusia.

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Black Fall: Academy 003 [CANCELLED]

Andrew Diver

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"You should look for how people act, not how they look."
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▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Andrew has a lean, average build with slightly pale skin. While not immediately obvious, he has a just-barely emerging musculature, developed almost immediately after knowledge of him being sent to Academy 003. He has a rounded chin and flat cheeks, and a thin nose as well as round ears. He has thin black eyes and wavy black hair, with eyebrows just on the verge of fusing into a monobrow. He takes careful care of his hair, making sure it's well combed and neat.

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Andrew usually doesn't care how well he looks, usually just wearing a pair of jeans and plain shirt, adjusting for whatever weather he needs to expect. He almost never wears anything with a logo or words written on it, instead preferring just a simple and plain shirt. He also wears dark gray tennis shoes with orange accents.

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"What's under the surface isn't important if you aren't willing to show it."
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▼ PERSONALITY:

Andrew has a difficult self-image, simultaneously viewing himself as a good person but also believing that he needs to prove himself, and that 'good' is an active state that needs to be earned, rather than just not being a dick. He makes a key note to be respectful to others, offer help if needed, and always try to set an example. However, on the flipside he can't help but feel that his morality is defined by his actions alone, rather than intent. It's also arguable that even if he tries to be a good person, he largely does it out of self-need. He tends to be optimistic, even overly so, believing that will to act and resilience can ultimately win the day. He's also unwilling for compromise, leading to how he got sent to Academy 003 in the process, believing that morality ultimately outweighs the rules in some cases.

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Though it's definitely a newly acquired trait, Andrew earned himself decent athleticism. While he was always active in PE, upon learning that he was going to be sent to Academy 003, he took up a training schedule, greatly improving his own physical capability and athletic potential.

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"I... thought I was doing the right thing."
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▼ BACKSTORY:

Andrew grew up the eldest child of three brothers, making for a struggling working class family. Life was hard growing up and his parents were always busy, so he took it upon himself to do everything he could to make life easier for them and look after his younger brothers when they weren't around. He always tried to stay out of trouble, did chores before they were asked of him, and made sure to do well in school. He was often picked on and made the butt of jokes by his friend, classmates, and even his own young siblings due to his strange and reserved attitude. However, at the end of the day it can't be argued that he never didn't do well in school, even if socially he was a bit behind compared to his peers.

For most of his life, Andrew was just willing to do good and let good be done. While he knew the world could be a dark and hostile place, especially in the wake of the Verthaven Disaster, he ultimately thought that if everyone did a little good, the world would've been a much better place, and the best he could've done was to act by example. That all changed, however, when at an undisclosed point in his past he had come into contact with Delta-Point Energy, which eventually led to a Natural Manifestation, allowing him to emit sunlight from his body. Thankfully, Andrew had managed to discover this ability in secret and keep it as such; He was well aware of the powerful anti-Deltahuman sentiments that people right in his own community had harbored; He himself hadn't the best opinion towards them after watching the news all the time. For the time, he wanted to keep his ability a secret, yet explore it's capabilities.

One night though, Andrew threw away his secrecy when he encountered a mugging in progress while walking through the streets one night. He tried to just keep walking and mind his own business, but found himself pulled to a halt, burgeoning with the desire to put his newfound gift to good use. Andrew had activated his ability to full strength, still being highly inexperienced with it. While he had managed to stop both the muggers, he did complete overkill. The mugger themself was disoriented and stumbled, cracking his skull as he slipped and fell against a metal dumpster. The person he was robbing suffered third-degree burns as his jacket caught aflame, as well as the trash and paper on the streets around them.

Without doubt, Andrew had accidentally made himself a far worse offender than both, landing two people in the hospital, and he himself being detained instead. His family was shocked at what he had done, as well as the fact that he was concealing his true nature from all of them for so long. Andrew, however, was more worried for his family; He knew that if his Deltahuman abilities and the sole act he used them for became public knowledge, they'd be persecuted and harassed by anti-Deltahumans, possibly even worse.

Thankfully, Andrew was offered an alternative as FAMA stepped in: They would hide his involvement with the incident he caused, and he would be sent to Academy 003, to get a better opportunity to learn how to better control his own powers. Andrew had no choice but to accept, being excused, with only a scant few weeks to say his goodbyes before being sent off to better understand his power and how it should be used.

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"Honestly, I thought I would've been lucky and gotten away with super strength."
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▼ CLASSIFICATION:

Type-Chromatic

▼ POWER INFORMATION:

Sunlight Emission ⫻ Andrew has the ability to take on the qualities of the sun, emitting radiant orange light and intense waves of heat from his entire body. At it's full strength, he becomes dangerous by presence alone, with anyone looking directly at him becoming disoriented and (possibly permanently) blinded, and anything in too close proximity being bombarded by intense levels of heat. Anything he directly touches will be severely burned, being able to start fires and melt through metal with contact alone.

Thankfully, he possesses a level of control and finesse over this ability. He can control just how much heat and light he emits, lowering his level to a gentle radiant glow in case he just needs to provide a light source. He can also selectively use only specific parts of his body, concentrating a flashing burst of light into just his palms, or shrouding just his arm in intense heat to light a fire.

▼ LIMITS:

Andrew can only activate his ability at it's full strength for a maximum of thirty seconds, before requiring a whole two minutes before he can activate it again. While he can utilize it at less intense levels and last longer, both the light and heat he emits are interlinked, and must both be activated at the relatively same level; He can't just light himself up without creating a source of heat, nor can he just produce warmth without becoming a glowstick.

▼ WEAKNESSES:

Andrew isn't completely immune to his own ability, risking overheating and setting his own clothes aflame if he overuses it too much. In addition, while the light he emits doesn't render him blind or stunned, overuse of it can greatly obscure his vision, especially after he powers down from it, where his eyesight becomes incredibly dim and sensitive. His ability can be resisted through use of eye protection, such as sunglasses or UV goggles, though he can still be difficult to look directly at, and will risk burning anything getting too close with him.

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Black Fall: Academy 003 [CANCELLED]

Andrew Diver

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "All it takes is one action to change the world."	Andrew Diver ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ═══B A S I C O V E R V I E W═══ NAME: Andrew Diver | NICKNAMES: Andy | AGE: 16 | ETHNICITY: Caucasian | PRONOUNS: He/Him | HEIGHT: 5'8" | WEIGHT: 132 lbs. | ....................................................................................................

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"You should look for how people act, not how they look."
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▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Andrew has a lean, average build with slightly pale skin. While not immediately obvious, he has a just-barely emerging musculature, developed almost immediately after knowledge of him being sent to Academy 003. He has a rounded chin and flat cheeks, and a thin nose as well as round ears. He has thin black eyes and wavy black hair, with eyebrows just on the verge of fusing into a monobrow. He takes careful care of his hair, making sure it's well combed and neat.

▼ ATTIRE:

Andrew usually doesn't care how well he looks, usually just wearing a pair of jeans and plain shirt, adjusting for whatever weather he needs to expect. He almost never wears anything with a logo or words written on it, instead preferring just a simple and plain shirt. He also wears dark gray tennis shoes with orange accents.

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▼ PERSONALITY:

Andrew has a difficult self-image, simultaneously viewing himself as a good person but also believing that he needs to prove himself, and that 'good' is an active state that needs to be earned, rather than just not being a dick. He makes a key note to be respectful to others, offer help if needed, and always try to set an example. However, on the flipside he can't help but feel that his morality is defined by his actions alone, rather than intent. It's also arguable that even if he tries to be a good person, he largely does it out of self-need. He tends to be optimistic, even overly so, believing that will to act and resilience can ultimately win the day. He's also unwilling for compromise, leading to how he got sent to Academy 003 in the process, believing that morality ultimately outweighs the rules in some cases.

▼ SKILLS/TALENTS:

Though it's definitely a newly acquired trait, Andrew earned himself decent athleticism. While he was always active in PE, upon learning that he was going to be sent to Academy 003, he took up a training schedule, greatly improving his own physical capability and athletic potential.

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"I... thought I was doing the right thing."
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▼ BACKSTORY:

Andrew grew up the eldest child of three brothers, making for a struggling working class family. Life was hard growing up and his parents were always busy, so he took it upon himself to do everything he could to make life easier for them and look after his younger brothers when they weren't around. He always tried to stay out of trouble, did chores before they were asked of him, and made sure to do well in school. He was often picked on and made the butt of jokes by his friend, classmates, and even his own young siblings due to his strange and reserved attitude. However, at the end of the day it can't be argued that he never didn't do well in school, even if socially he was a bit behind compared to his peers.

For most of his life, Andrew was just willing to do good and let good be done. While he knew the world could be a dark and hostile place, especially in the wake of the Verthaven Disaster, he ultimately thought that if everyone did a little good, the world would've been a much better place, and the best he could've done was to act by example. That all changed, however, when at an undisclosed point in his past he had come into contact with Delta-Point Energy, which eventually led to a Natural Manifestation, allowing him to emit sunlight from his body. Thankfully, Andrew had managed to discover this ability in secret and keep it as such; He was well aware of the powerful anti-Deltahuman sentiments that people right in his own community had harbored; He himself hadn't the best opinion towards them after watching the news all the time. For the time, he wanted to keep his ability a secret, yet explore it's capabilities.

One night though, Andrew threw away his secrecy when he encountered a mugging in progress while walking through the streets one night. He tried to just keep walking and mind his own business, but found himself pulled to a halt, burgeoning with the desire to put his newfound gift to good use. Andrew had activated his ability to full strength, still being highly inexperienced with it. While he had managed to stop both the muggers, he did complete overkill. The mugger themself was disoriented and stumbled, cracking his skull as he slipped and fell against a metal dumpster. The person he was robbing suffered third-degree burns as his jacket caught aflame, as well as the trash and paper on the streets around them.

Without doubt, Andrew had accidentally made himself a far worse offender than both, landing two people in the hospital, and he himself being detained instead. His family was shocked at what he had done, as well as the fact that he was concealing his true nature from all of them for so long. Andrew, however, was more worried for his family; He knew that if his Deltahuman abilities and the sole act he used them for became public knowledge, they'd be persecuted and harassed by anti-Deltahumans, possibly even worse.

Thankfully, Andrew was offered an alternative as FAMA stepped in: They would hide his involvement with the incident he caused, and he would be sent to Academy 003, to get a better opportunity to learn how to better control his own powers. Andrew had no choice but to accept, being excused, with only a scant few weeks to say his goodbyes before being sent off to better understand his power and how it should be used.

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"Honestly, I thought I would've been lucky and gotten away with super strength."
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▼ CLASSIFICATION:

Type-Chromatic

▼ POWER INFORMATION:

Sunlight Emission ⫻ Andrew has the ability to take on the qualities of the sun, emitting radiant orange light and intense waves of heat from his entire body. At it's full strength, he becomes dangerous by presence alone, with anyone looking directly at him becoming disoriented and (possibly permanently) blinded, and anything in too close proximity being bombarded by intense levels of heat. Anything he directly touches will be severely burned, being able to start fires and melt through metal with contact alone.

Thankfully, he possesses a level of control and finesse over this ability. He can control just how much heat and light he emits, lowering his level to a gentle radiant glow in case he just needs to provide a light source. He can also selectively use only specific parts of his body, concentrating a flashing burst of light into just his palms, or shrouding just his arm in intense heat to light a fire.

▼ LIMITS:

Andrew can only activate his ability at it's full strength for a maximum of thirty seconds, before requiring a whole two minutes before he can activate it again. While he can utilize it at less intense levels and last longer, both the light and heat he emits are interlinked, and must both be activated at the relatively same level; He can't just light himself up without creating a source of heat, nor can he just produce warmth without becoming a glowstick.

▼ WEAKNESSES:

Andrew isn't completely immune to his own ability, risking overheating and setting his own clothes aflame if he overuses it too much. In addition, while the light he emits doesn't render him blind or stunned, overuse of it can greatly obscure his vision, especially after he powers down from it, where his eyesight becomes incredibly dim and sensitive. His ability can be resisted through use of eye protection, such as sunglasses or UV goggles, though he can still be difficult to look directly at, and will risk burning anything getting too close with him.

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Black Fall: Academy 003 (Discord Hosted Superhuman School!)

I'd be interested

Coil: Pantheon Divided (A Modern Day Mythology/Urban-Fantasy)

Yknow what, why not. I'm in.

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

@Kamen Evie

Just as Isabella quickly left the building and rode off, a masked figure wearing a birdlike jacket and concealing their face with a beak mask peeked her head from above the nearby rooftop. She gave the area a good scan-over of energy, immediately surprised to see the large spike of energy following Isabella as he left. Completely caught off guard, Arianna pressed the side of the Huginn-Module's hood, activating it's communications.

"Alright, he's gone. The only subject guarding the package is clearly off-guard. Package is ripe for the taking."

Ever since the battle in Antarctica, Arianna had been tasked with observing the group that reclaimed the Power Stone themselves from afar, as they traveled back to Gold City. For months, she'd been tracking down the Power Stone, using process of elimination to find out who didn't have the stone, and who did. Even after narrowing it down to the demonic mercenary in her own vacation suite, she'd been waiting for weeks to make a proper move, observing people's comings and goings, trying to formulate a plan for Horizon to make a complete and clean smash and grab. That is, until notorious terrorist Abel flew in with his gunship, turned a few buildings into rubble, and announced that the entire city had a half hour to hand over the Power Stone before the gunship resumes the destruction, throwing the biggest wrench possible at their plans.

"Alright, Arianna, good work. Your new directions are to retrieve the Stone yourself." An ethereal, authoritative voice began to give directions through the built-in communicator, completely bypassing the radio static or acoustic aberrances.

"Wait, me?! What about Daren, or Ulric?" she pleaded, looking for literally any other alternative.

"There's no time, Arianna. That fool, Abel, is threatening to rip the city brick by brick within the hour. Before that, something's going to happen with the stone. Obtain it as quickly as you can, and arrive back at the outpost for evacuation. Understood?"

"yes," Arianna answered quietly, signing off. Sheathing the communicator, she unzipped the Huginn-Module, and pulled out three robotic birds strapped to the inner jacket. Placing them down on the rooftop's edge, she let out a sharp whistle, causing them to flutter their robotic wings and light up their eyes, looking at her for directions. She then held up her arm, tapping away her fingers on the back of the jacket's forearm, causing various squares to light up in response to each tap. After a moment of pressing several "buttons", the drones turned around and locked onto the building Arianna had been observing, stretching out their wings outward and necks forward.

"Guess it's like they say... You want something done right..." Arianna began. she pressed a red flash of light, and all three of the drones screeched as they descended from the roof, taking flight in an upward curve as they flew straight towards the wall of the building. The drones she sent slammed into the wall closest to where the Power Stone was being held, each one causing a small detonation, which combined to create enough force to blow a large hole through.

"...Stick it to the least capable person..." she finished, before leaping from the roof and gliding towards the opening she created, the featherlike cuffs at the sleeves of the Huginn-Module suddenly straightening and sharpening into thick blades. Unfortunately, she was completely aware that the Power Stone she sought after was now a good mile or so away and counting.

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and

"Yes... Fascinating... Amazing..."

Ulric Dotair sat in a lab room, analyzing various materials and samples laid out on the table in front of him, along with various other electronic equipment and sheets of data. On a laptop sitting on the desk played a distant video recording of the battle in Antarctica; Most importantly, the fight between Oh-One and Jill... or rather, whatever she became for the short duration she thrashed him in. Shortly after the battle ended, Jill was admitted to a hospital that was a secretly a front for Horizon Frontiers. During the duration of her recovery, they ran several tests, gathering data and samples to better analyze the anomaly, as well as it's effects.

Behind him in the corner sat Daren Metzger, who perpetually sharpened his ridiculously large meat cleaver with a whetstone, his only defense against mind-gnawing boredom. Bodyguard... Yeah right. For weeks now, he'd been sitting in a Horizon Frontiers' facility, guarding an old-man who could probably kick his own ass in a fight, when the Power Stone was literally just a few blocks away. When was something exciting going to happen?

Suddenly, the small TV sitting on Ulric's desk changed channels as the current broadcast was hijacked. Abel, terrorist leader of MIRAGE, informed the viewer that had he not a Power Stone sitting in his hand within half an hour, he'd obliterate the entire city, before changing to a countdown matching that time. Instead of being overcome with dread, Daren stood himself up, tossing his whetstone aside.

"Alrighty! Guess I'll see you in a bit, doc," He bid farewell, gathering his various other supplies.

"What do you mean? You can't just leave, you're under strict orders to protect me and this facility!" Ulric protested, swiveling around in his chair.

"I know. And how else to protect you besides going to give the big-scary-TV-guy a good few chops before he blows up the entire city?" Daren countered, sheathing his cleaver behind his back. He unlocked the reinforced metal door to the room, heading out into the hallway.

"Hey, Hey! Stop! Get-- Oh what do I care..." Ulric retired, slowly turning back to his desk, "Atleast now I can get some research done without that damned shining noise..."

Daren head out of the facility and into the chaotic streets of Gold City, seeing Abel's battleship blot out the sun, as well as a few buildings on fire or in ruins, creating massive pillars of black smoke. Daren's constant grin ever-so-slightly widened as he went out into the streets, cleaver in hand and trouble in mind.

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

Ulric Dotair

OVERVIEW APPEARANCE _______________________________________________ Ulric stands at 5 feet and eleven inches, weighing in at roughly a hundred and thirty-two pounds. His skin is pretty heavily disfigured, being covered in boils and scars from overuse of his own self-experimentation, which has also contributed to the whitening of his hair along with his own age. He still carries some strength, however, still giving him a definite muscled frame. Ulric wears a white doctor's jacket, along with several pieces of black supportive armor. He covers the lower-half of his face below his nose with a thick wrap of bandages. He also carries a myriad of different supportive equipment, including glowing green detection goggles and various devices and gadgets attached to his jacket. PERSONALITY TRAITS _______________________________________________ GROUCHY: Ulric doesn't mesh well with other people, and even towards his colleagues can come across as brash and unpleasant. OBSESSIVE: Ulric has little patience for disorder or annoyance, preferring everything to be neat and organized. Seeing something out of place or uneven greatly aggravates him, even to the point of causing him to lash out. OBSERVANT: Ulric has an eye for detail and makes careful notes of his surroundings, always staying on guard and watching out for anything of importance.	_____________________________________________________ NAME: ULRIC DOTAIR _______________________________________________ EPITHET: HORIZON FRONTIERS' CHIEF DOCTOR _______________________________________________ AGE: 48 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 5'11" _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 172 lbs. _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Ireland _______________________________________________ LIKES: Model Kits _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Repetitive Coughing _______________________________________________

BACKSTORY & GOALS

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Ulric Dotair was once a well-spoken name in the scientific community, dedicating his life to studying the human body and unlocking it's hidden potential. By the age of 30, he made countless breakthroughs and earned several awards, devising several means of enhancing one's strength.

As Ulric reached past the tip of preestablished knowledge, his passion refused to cool, prompting him to push even further into untreaded ground. Every success prompted him to only try harder, until he began to explore more obscure chemicals and unorthodox means for improving human strength that were considered unsettling. He began to develop work on his magnum opus chemical; One that when used on an ordinary human, could excite their Ki and accelerate their growth to meet a standard that normally took years of training to reach.

With the progression of time, Ulric became increasingly determined in seeing his creation reach fruition. His methods became increasingly dangerous and volatile, causing his support and funding to gradually decline. Regardless, he pushed onward with his creation, until he was practically limited to a small basement lab with no hands but his own. Stripped of resources and equipment to safely test his serum, he elected to use it on himself. Upon injection, he felt a massive surge of energy and strength rush through his body. However, it was soon followed by a pang of agony, which caused him to quickly black out.

When he woke up, he was in a facility run by Horizon Frontiers, greeted by a strange woman named Ivory, the true conductor of Horizon Frontiers. It was revealed to Ulric that, while his serum was indeed effective, it was extremely caustic against Ulric's otherwise average body, severely damaging his health and cutting down his lifespan by several decades. However, while the downside of such a serum was fatal to anyone not as lucky as Ulric, she saw the merit in such an invention, as well as Ulric's ambition. He was given a position as one of Horizon Frontiers' lead scientists, obtaining the means necessary to not only mass produce his first serum, but continue research to an even more potent formula.

...................................................................................................... SKILLS & ABILITIES _______________________________________________ While Ulric was never much of a fighter before taking his serum and joining Horizon, the sheer potency of it had uplifted him, an otherwise ordinary scientist, into a Warrior capable of rivaling most Nomads, albeit at a great cost to his health. He primarily fights with an arsenal of tools at his disposal, exploiting the human anatomy to critically cripple an opponent. WEAKNESSES & LIMITS _______________________________________________ The serum that Ulric ingested took a crippling toll on his overall vitality, due to spiking his Ki far too unnaturally as opposed to gradual cultivation most warriors opt for. Use of his strongest abilities not only requires effort and is tiring, but will even deal physical damage to him as his Ki strains his body, possibly even incapacitating or killing him.

SIGNATURE MOVES _______________________________________________ Hider ■ Scalpel Ulric hurls a small dagger, which will travel rapidly through the air and pierce through most defenses, though ultimately deal little damage. ■ Adhesive Binding Ulric unwraps a sticky, reinforced roll of gauze, which will wrap around an opponent and bind their arms. Isn't very difficult to break through from, though will still leave their target vulnerable until they break free. ■ Arrhythmia Ulfric jabs an opponent in the chest, temporarily stalling their heartbeat. While it won't kill the target or even injure them really, it makes it extremely taxing and strenuous for them to move, yet at the same time will wear off as they begin to move, forcing them to either remain still and open to attack or walk off the pain. ■ Ki Sample Ulric injects an opponent with a needle, filling it with a distillation of their life energy. In addition to draining away some of the opponent's health, it can be injected into Ulric or another ally, recovering some of their vitality instead. If shattered, it will detonate a small but deadly burst of Ki. ■ Field Lobotomy Ulric jabs a pin into the target's head at a precise location, temporarily paralyzing them. ■ Second Wind Ulric presses a respirator to his (or any other allies) face, filled with a canister of air-pressed Ki. When inhaled, it will rapidly restore his energy. Ulric only cares 3 cans with him at any give time, limiting how often he can use it. Using it also requires a moment of peace, during which an ally can attack him and destroy the respirator SUPER MOVES _______________________________________________ Hider ■ Double Dosage Ulric injects himself with a weaker version of his serum. For a short period of time, it will greatly increase Ulric's strength, speed, and Ki potential. However, after the duration is up the effects of the drug will manifest, exhausting and weakening him for several hours afterwards. ■ Knockout Gas Ulric releases a specially-designed sleep gas from a capsule. Breathing in the gas will cause any opponents' stamina to rapidly deplete, before they fall into a coma.

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