Lord Wraith

Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - The 'Hype' Thread

Still looking for a few more applications! Don't hesitate to drop in the Discord or pop over to the OOC if you have any questions.

Most of them don't bite.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

Project Warmachine - Pairing an AI with a skilled pilot in a personal aviation suit in order to give humanity a fighting chance against the rising tide that is the 'Mutant' or 'Metahuman'.

Designed by the Iron Man, the Da Vinci of Death, none other than Tony Stark, Project Warmachine looks to be the future of not only homeland security, but also the world's.

"In the past we put our trust in a man and his serum. But the manufacturing time, the human factor, it's too variable. The future," Tony paused, the curtain behind him drawing away, "The future is Warmachine. Project Warmachine puts the power back in the hands of the people you trust, imagine one of these,"

Tony gestured towards the row of heavily armoured humanoid behind him. Each decorated for a different branch of the military, several done up in the colours of civil services. Each equipped with specialized arms and tools. Save for one in the center, coloured in a garish red and gold.

If you're looking for weapons and arms, you look no further than the Iron Man and Stark Industries. The Stark family has been putting iron in the hands of hardworking American before the ink dried on the second amendment.

Arms race with Trask's Sentinel Program and Ivo's A.M.A.Z.O.

Hal as a Civilian Test Pilot versus Captain James Rhodes as the military liaison. Stark as the creator and potential antagonist. Top Gun with Iron Man suits.

Hal Jordan
Anthony 'Tony' Stark
James 'Rhodey' Rhodes
Carol Ferris

Trask and the Sentinel Program
Ivo and the A.M.A.Z.O. Program

Tony left wheelchair bound requiring his own armour to move about freely.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

The moon in Ünterland is always red and a blood moon in Midyeden signals a Conjunction between the two planes.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

Jack Styx

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_{^{"Impossible? Yeah, that's what I keep hearing. A living miracle. I am Jack of no trades, master of fun."}}

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

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

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

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

P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
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Advice? Well, first and foremost, don't drink the water in the lab!

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

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

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

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@Hillan

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

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

Cleo Boyd

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Cleo Boyd _________________________________________________________ February22,2004 | 24 | Scottish _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Bisexual _________________________________________________________ Glasgow | Scotland _________________________________________________________ Lutra | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________ ◼ B U I L D || Gamine ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || A dark blonde ombre ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 5’5 ◼ W E I G H T || 120lbs ◼ S C A R S || none ◼ T A T T O O S || Small, memento tattoos here and there, on a wrist, between her shoulders ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Ears and septum ◼ O T H E R || N/A

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Growing up in a small Glasgow estate, Cleo Boyd didn't know she was fated for anything other than the normal life that surrounded her. Her family was small, but close-knit and loving. Her mother, Shauna, was always incredibly sensitive and regalled Cleo and her brother Callum with vivid stories of otherworldly creatures and magical realms. As Cleo and Callum grew older, Shauna’s sensitivity continued to intensify, untreated, into excruciating headaches and bouts of hysteria, filling their home with tension and unease. Callum's way of dealing with the chaos was to rebel against it, frequently getting into trouble for anti-social behavior. The strain eventually tore their family apart, with their father leaving to escape the turmoil. At thirteen, Cleo began experiencing the same severe headaches that had plagued her mother. These were accompanied by the unsettling intrusion of others’ thoughts into her mind. Frightened and isolated, she struggled to keep her burgeoning abilities a secret while caring for her rapidly deteriorating mother. Her brother, having turned his life around enough to attend university, recognised Cleo’s suffering and introduced her to Eilidh Vass, a skilled psionic and registered Hyperhuman. Desperate to remove the painful power, and fearful of own her future, Cleo sought Eilidh's mentorship. Through calming, meditative techniques, and visualisation techniques, Eilidh helped Cleo manage her abilities enough to start functioning normally again. Thinking she could suvive that way, Cleo pushed on in life. A turning point came when Shauna's condition worsened to the point of needing institutional care. It was Eilidh who helped with this, ensuring that Shauna wasn't punished for hiding her Hyperhuman ability. Determined to find a way to help her mother, with the assistance and connection of Eilidh, Cleo applied to PRCU, seeking to master her abilities and ultimately find a way to bring her mother back from the brink of madness. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Cleo’s style reflects her upbringing and home. Sharp fashion, with eclectic influences. She opts for sharp pieces that add touches of sophistication but pairs it off with grunge elements - keeping an attention to detail, but playing with texture, colour, and patterns. She adds feminine touches with quirky heels, pastel colours, and eye-catching makeup. She has a delicate, but expressive face with blue, almond shaped eyes that often sparkle with curiosity, or simmer with fire when she feels inclined to display her passions. She keeps her hair cut to her jawline, tousled and messy, blonde at the tips and dark at the root. Cleo is a highly expressive and animated individual, and it shows on her face - whether it’s a playful smirk or a narrowing of her eyes, people will usually know just how she’s feeling. Occasionally, a faint shimmer surrounds her - an aura of her psychic energy that certainly becomes more noticeable when she’s using her powers. Small, colourful bubbles might occasionally appear around her - especially if she’s feeling strong emotions. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ One might describe Cleo as a whimsical young woman, and while that isn’t entirely untrue, it’s only half of the story. On one hand she can be very light, airy, and carefree but beneath the surface there is a toughness and resilience that developed as a product of her upbringing. She does not suffer fools, and she is not easily influenced or impressed by status or social hierarchy. She’s never afraid to challenge someone, and is honest to a fault - sometimes to her detriment. She finds happiness in loud music, in dancing, and in being social - she has a dry and quick wit that is telling of her heritage. Meditation, and spiritual practice has also been paramount to the development of her abilities, and so she carries those beliefs with her as something sacred, and her safe place. As a psionic, she has a remarkable emotional intelligence, with an ability to understand people, and it is coupled with another psionic trait - one of natural intelligence for most academic pursuits, this is unfortunately quite heavily tempered with airheaded tendencies. She can be forgetful, clumsy, or analyse something too deeply that she ends up in entirely the wrong train of thought entirely - unsure of how she even arrived there. Within her lies a fire that fuels her ambitions and dreams. Cleo is fiercely independent and driven, using her tough upbringing as her source of strength. She approaches life with a blend of practicality and imagination, however she harbours her insecurities and fears about her abilities. She feels her development is lagging behind her peers and questions her usefulness in a team. This self-doubt can often be a source of internal conflict, and there are times she feels inadequate.

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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y ||Psionic Manipulation __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Psionic __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD Cleo's hyperhuman ability is the manipulation of psionic energy, which she has been able to manifest in the form of visible bubbles. Her bubbles are versatile, and allow her to utilise and control her abilities in impactful ways. With the bubbles, she is able to control unwanted, and accidental psychic communication. Cleo can create bubbles that allow her to briefly share emotions with others, like catching a spritz of perfume when a bubble pops - only it's filled with unbridled, momentary joy. This ability can enable her to calm an agitated person, or alternatively to inspire confidence. It’s not a power she leans into too much, she struggles with the ethics of her abilities - and tries to use them as infrequently as possible for such reasons. Similarly, Cleo can establish telepathic links with others, allowing for silent communication over short distances, using the bubbles as conduits for sending thoughts or images directly to another person's mind; such control and entry into someone’s mind is something she struggles with, and it’s a power she hasn’t been too adept at using. As her bubbles are made entirely of her psionic energy, they are capable of holding, manipulating and levitating objects within them. She can move items, and throw things. Now, her aim on the other hand… We don't talk about that... Without an item in them, the bubbles can be used to inflict non-fatal harm by bursting upon impact with a target, delivering a mini dose of sleepiness, confusion, or disorientation. A feeling that washes over, just enough to catch someone off guard. Finally, her bubbles can provide small and temporary protective barriers for herself and others to shield from minor attacks, but they will disappear upon impact. L I M I T A T I O N S || Concentration In order to manipulate her energy, it requires a huge amount concentration and a clear mind. The success of her bubbles always hinges on her ability to stay calm and focused. Mental fatigue, stress, sensory overload, or physical disruption impact her control over the bubbles. At this stage in her power development, it is difficult to manipulate the bubbles over long distances, the further they get from her, the weaker the link becomes and the more difficult it is to maintain their integrity. The bubbles are fragile. They’re bubbles afterall… They can easily be burst by physical objects or disruptions in the environment - even minor contact can cause them to pop and nullify their effects. W E A K N E S S E S || Physical Attacks First and foremost, Cleo is physically weak; and any kind of physical threat would render her defenseless. If she cannot access her bubbles, she would be overpowered physically. Secondly, she is so dependant on being calm therefore anything that becomes overwhelming emotionally will render her powers too difficult to use. Psionic power is also mentally draining, and too much use and over-exertion will cause crippling migraines.

S K I L L S & T A L E N T S S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ S K I L L S || Interpersonal Skills - She makes a great and encouraging teammate, and is able to coordinate and work effectively with all manner of people. Strong persuasive skills/high emotional intelligence that allow her to understand and empathise with the motivations and feelings of others. Esoteric Senses - An uncanny ability to sense the unseen and feel the otherworldly. She knows when the vibes are off and an ill wind doesn't go unnoticed. She’ll often act on these instincts before others perceive a change. This extends to people as well; she can tell when someone's got a "shite aura." Smart Cookie - Skilled in science and mathematics; something that often surprises those around her given her usual airheaded demeanor. She is a vast repository of obscure knowledge, capable of recalling facts and details about people, places, and things with startling accuracy (especially the most seemingly irrelevant tidbits). Bonus points if it’s at the most unexpected/inappropriate time. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ T A L E N T S || Rollerblading - Often seen traveling around the campus on her rollerblades. Despite her usual clumsiness, she is scarily graceful on them, swerving effortlessly through the halls and across the grounds. Her rollerblades have become something of a signature. Cooking - Naturally talented in the kitchen and often uses food as a means to bond with others. Just, don’t question the mess, and don’t ask her to clean it up. C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L _________________________________________________________ A T T I R E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B L I N G || Item Various stackable rings, crystal necklaces, and bracelets.. ◼ B L A D E S || Some colourful rollerblades. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ H E A D P H O N E S || Noise cancelling, to help her block out overwhelming thoughts and focus on her own mind when necessary, she does, however, become less aware of her actual surroundings… T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ C A L M K I T || A small bag with incense, tibetan cymbals, and a pocket-sized journal for jotting down her thoughts and meditative practices. A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ She often gestures protectively with her hands, as if forming a barrier, even when not actively using her powers. When she’s nervous or deep in thought, she fidgets with small objects, unconsciously levitating them slightly with her telekinetic bubbles. She has a set of personal rituals for calming her mind, such as lighting incense, playing specific ambient music, or sitting in a particular yoga pose. -

P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S

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_{E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?}

Be open tae the learnings, be open to what they’re telling you and teaching you. But… Know yerself too, listen tae yer own instincts and trust them. Nobody knows ye better than yerself… And to develop yer gifts ye have to trust yerself over anyone else.

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I came here to understand, to protect myself and others from these abilities… Try to be less fearful of it all, to break a curse.

I suppose what really changed was seeing this as less of a curse and as a gift that can be controlled, and it’s no a scary thing.

What’s stayed the same… My love fer my roots, I did think I might love it here, but I miss home. My Scottish blood has kept me grounded.

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I’ve made connections ye know? But… I’ve no really made many true friends. I’m a social butterfly but… To have some people I can really trust and bond with. Maybe there's still time.

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@spicykvnt

With Cleo, we kind of had the opposite feeling where we're concerned her abilities are too broad. Cleo can impart thoughts and emotions through her bubbles, use them to telekinetically lift objects, deploy a shockwave and create shields.

• Given the fragility of bubbles, I was wondering what the limits would be for weight and durability. The limitations imply they're not a whole lot more durable than a regular bubble so I'm not sure how they can support weight at all.
• You mention the emotions are like getting hit by a spritz of perfume, so are the emotions a fleeting feeling, temporary and gone? Is the effects limited to the area the bubble detonated in?
• With the telepathy aspect, is it a sustained link, or Cleo sending thoughts/feelings/images through a bubble to someone? You also mention control but I didn't really get the impression she was capable of that in the preceding paragraphs.
• Is Cleo capable of creating bubbles of various sizes and is the range and force of the bubbles relevant to the size of them?

Overall I love Cleo as a character, but I'd either like to narrow her focus with her abilities some, or make them work a bit more seamlessly together. I do like the idea of the bubbles as the controlling 'gimmick' per say, but there are just a couple of gray areas I'd love to work out before moving to acceptances.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: Southern Forest - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University}

Take On Me #3.057: Scar Tissue

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Previously: Temper Temper

An alarm interrupted the Fist as Jim flipped his right forearm over, a compartment on the bottom of his artificial arm opening, ejecting his phone. On the screen, a proximity alarm was going off from one of the more sensitive locations on the campus. The sub-basement under the Academic Quadrangle had once been the lab of Isabelle Chrisitanson, a co-conspirator of the late Yakob Kowalski. The lab had been abandoned and closed off to students even before the flooding that ultimately led to its removal from the base of the academic building above it.

Buried under the new basement by some of the school’s most powerful earth movers, few knew it still existed, and fewer still knew how to breach it. Jim had had sensors installed in the perimeter to monitor any activity in an out, but had opted not to monitor the interior due to rodents and moving

“Emergency?” Miguel asked, eying Jim with interest as his keen eyes studied the mechanical arm. “Quite the souvenir, who gave you that?”

“Hyperion.” Jim snapped, “Didn’t see the Foundation swoop in to save the day then, could have used the Force on our side.”

“The Force was created as the answer to Hyperion and his legacy.” The Fist responded in kind, “But that’s neither here nor there at this moment, we can’t change the past,” He allowed himself a small smile, “We can’t at least, though I would love to know where you’ve stashed Miss Parker,”

“Nakamura sure does trust you with everything,” Jim retorted, “But I’m not privy to any information about Miss Parker even as the Chancellor, and I sure as hell don’t want to be. Less I know about time travel, the less ibuprofen I have to mix in my whisky.” He waved a hand motioning for the Fist to follow as Jim walked back towards a majestic black stallion.

“Come along, you’re going to have to ride on the back-” He was interrupted as the Fist held up a hand before de-cloaking a nearby motorbike.

“Tell me where to go and I’ll meet you there.” Miguel smiled. Jim tipped his hat before mourning the beautiful horse.

“The Academic Quadrangle, there’s a maintenance shaft to the basement around the North West corner.” Jim ordered, “The hallways will lead to the breach into the sub-basement, it used to hold Christianson’s lab, but it’s supposed to be abandoned.”

“Then hopefully that’s where we’ll find your missing students.” The Fist replied, climbing onto the motorcycle and tossing his long coat over his arms. Pressing a decorative stud on the collar of his shirt, a helmet appeared over his head and face as the ablative plating rapidly expanded from the back of his neck.

“I still want to know everything about Amma,” Jim yelled over the roar of the First’s engine. Miguel offered a cold smirk from behind the tinted glass of his helmet.

“Then we best hope for a happy ending to cheers over a glass of your finest bourbon.”

Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - The 'Hype' Thread

Still looking for a couple more applications for consideration to join our ongoing roleplay, if you're thinking about apply don't hesitate, we'd be happy to offer you the opportunity to join and work with you to integrate your character smoothly into our game.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: Southern Forest - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University}

Take On Me #3.051: Temper Temper

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Previously: Hell Or High Water

The shade of the thick canopy overhead offered a cool reprieve from the midday sun as it beamed down over the Pacific island. Though still a temperate climate, Miguel could feel small beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he slipped his long coat off his shoulders and swung it over a forearm.

The forest path was well trodden, little evidence would be found on the main passage that most students and faculty took. But the brush was disturbed off the path, and the Fist quickly found an area that had been more well trodden. Deep footprints from burdened bearers remained even days later. A dart remained behind on the ground, nestled in the tall grass illustrating the hurry and sloppiness of this conquest.

Daedalus was growing more desperate.

The click of a gun behind him gave Miguel momentary pause. His ability began to kick in as thousands of scenarios and their logical outcomes raced before his mind. He could roll out of the way, he could spin and disarm. There was a chance of slipping on the damp soil though, the leaves beneath his dress boots didn’t exactly afford him the traction of a paved surface. But as the wielder of the weapon spoke, Miguel allowed himself a semblance of a grin before he relaxed at the intonation of a drawl.

“Y’all have five seconds to explain why you’re on my damn island.”

“You have a fifty-six percent chance of making that shot without me breaking your wrist and taking your weapon. Do you really feel that lucky, Chancellor?” Miguel replied while slowly raising his hands to the back of his head before bringing himself to his feet.

“Never tell me the odds.”

Without warning, Miguel spun around, dipping out of the line of fire. To his surprise, there was no shot, no echoing bang disturbing the forest. Unhindered, he attacked with a series of quick strikes, only to find his fists striking against Jim’s psionic barrier in a futile effort.

“Y’all didn’t see that comin’?” Jim asked, spinning the unfired gun around on his finger before holstering it beneath his arm. “I remember the last time we fought, I was still just a welp wet behind the ears and you still looked like a dog’s breakfast,”

“Ah, yes, the tenacious agent,” A slight tone of recognition marred the Fist’s voice, “I am surprised you don’t walk with a limp after I broke your leg in three places.” Miguel replied, relaxing his hands to his sides.

“Oh I still know when the rain’s coming thanks to y’all,” Jim snapped back with a sarcastic tip of his Stetson. “Now then, we gonna keep pissin’, or you all dried up and ready to talk ‘bout why Torres has y’all lurking around my island.”

“Where’s your mind reading special lady friend?” Miguel replied with a wry smirk. Jim cracked his knuckles before rolling his neck.

“Oh I won’t be needin’ her to get words outta Nakamura’s ol’huntin’ dog.” Jim replied, “Hate to have to tell Torres I put her hound down because it got rabies.”

“I thought we were done ‘pissin’’” Miguel stated flatly, “As you know Chancellor, the Foundation has its own reasons for being interested in P.R.C.U.”

“I’m well aware of that, but you’re looking into the disappearance of a student who was associated with Hyperion’s Children. Now, either y’all are looking to add some muscle to the Foot, or there’s more than meets the eye here.”

“Does the name ‘Daedalus’ mean anything to you?” Miguel retorted cooly, “I believe he’s infiltrated your campus and is hell bent on continuing his mission here.”

“What mission would that be?” Jim asked, crossing his arms unimpressed.

“To create a new breed of Hyperhumans.” The Foundation’s Fist replied.

“Tell me, how much information did your predecessor leave about Amma Cahors?”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

As advertised in the original interest check, Commencement has been moving along a strong and steady rate, accomplishing over 200 posts in four months. However, we've lost some people along the way.

We're looking for one to three new players to join our existing roleplay. A character template is provided in the Character Tab of the game's thread. Applicants would be expected to familiarize themselves with the essential lore of the world and the overall IC thread thus far to integrate themselves with the game. New characters should bring something unique to the cast so as not to overlap with existing dynamics and abilities.

Prospective players are welcome to join the Discord to feel out the vibe and workshop their ideas with players directly, along with testing their personal compatibility. We have a very active and social group, so if that's not really you, you're probably not going to fit in here. Applications will first and foremost be decided by the GMs, however as introducing new players also affects the group as a whole, player perspective will be weighed accordingly.

What we can promise you out of the effort is an RP with an active cast and a proven track record of over two hundred posts in four short months. Our roleplay is built on the back of a GM-created lore doc which is constantly evolving with new ideas that expand the world. You would be joining a roleplay that holds players accountable and keeps track of activity and engagement while also ensuring everyone gets a turn in the limelight.

I understand it's a steep ask, but if you're a player who wants to put in the work then you'll be a great fit for P.R.C.U.

Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - The 'Hype' Thread

Commencement has been moving along a strong and steady rate, accomplishing over 200 posts in four months. However, we've lost some people along the way.

We're looking for one to three new players to join our existing roleplay. A character template is provided in the Character Tab of the game's thread. Applicants would be expected to familiarize themselves with the essential lore of the world and the overall IC thread thus far to integrate themselves with the game. New characters should bring something unique to the cast so as not to overlap with existing dynamics and abilities.

Prospective players are welcome to join the Discord to feel out the vibe and workshop their ideas with players directly, along with testing their personal compatibility. We have a very active and social group, so if that's not really you, you're probably not going to fit in here. Applications will first and foremost be decided by the GMs, however as introducing new players also affects the group as a whole, player perspective will be weighed accordingly.

What we can promise you out of the effort is an RP with an active cast and a proven track record of over two hundred posts in four short months. Our roleplay is built on the back of a GM-created lore doc which is constantly evolving with new ideas that expand the world. You would be joining a roleplay that holds players accountable and keeps track of activity and engagement while also ensuring everyone gets a turn in the limelight.

I understand it's a steep ask, but if you're a player who wants to put in the work then you'll be a great fit for P.R.C.U.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

The Pack
-While many Hellions run in packs, the Pack is the joint name for the tense coalition born of convenience established between sentient Hellion leaders.
-Sentient Hellions, the Nephilim(Orcs/Giants result of Fallen breeding with humans), the Vamypr, Lycanthropes and Therianthropes, the Impish, the Lesser-Fae, and the Dragons
-Hellions

The Pact
-The Alliance of the Fae-born and the Witch's Brood.
-The Hexenbrut or Witch's Brood, the descendants of the Hexemalefik (Mothers of Magic, Sisters of Lilith)
-Fae-born or Draoi, descendants of the Greater Fae
-Draoi/Hexenbrüt

The Path
-The Path refers to the Jäger's sacred duty as Seraphkin, born to walk the path and keep the balance between Ünterland and Midyeden least either the Magni, or the Hellions bring magic into the Mundane world again.
-Heirs of the Mark, Legacies of Cain, Servants of He Who Is Above All.
-Weapons of the Venari Council
-The Jäger/Venari Council

Old Lore

In the beginning there was an Abyss. The Abyss was a dark void that occupied all time and space until the Light appeared. With the appearance of the Light, a seed was planted within the Abyss, a seed which began to grow and flourish under the Light, giving birth to a great tree. Within this tree flowed the very essence to life, a force made up of both light and dark known only as the Vis. It was through this essence that the tree was able to grow and upon its branches grew many blossoms. Within each blossom there was a universe, filled with numerous worlds. Some branches grew strong, supporting new growth while other branches were stunted, swallowed by the Abyss where they slowly died before breaking off from the tree and disappearing forever.

Born in the middle of several flourishing blossoms and surrounded by numerous universes filled with life of their own, our universe became known as Midyeden. The intersection at the tip of the branch, Earth was one of many realms which peacefully coexisted, joined together by the Vis. It was visited by many strange beings as they travelled from universe to universe across the Tree of Life and Death. However, this ended when a catastrophic event only known as The Joining occurred.

The Joining was a union of realms that brought all magic and remaining life into the same plane that Earth existed on. However, the records and origins of the event are long lost to the sands of time. What is universally agreed upon is that the Joining nearly wiped out all life on Earth. But Earth was spared compared to other realms that were completely destroyed when the Vis, or as it is referred to in common tongue; magic, conjoined them into the same plane of existence.

When the spheres opened to the other realms, Midyeden was flooded with the tears of the universe, the Joining, or Great Deluge covered the world in a flood, though it left behind the gift of magic in the form of a seed from the Tree of Life and Death. Refugees from the realms lost to the Joining declared themselves gods, using both their advanced technology and understanding of the Vis to wow and intimidate the human population.

Eventually mankind would seek the secrets of the Vis as they wondered where these beings they called ‘gods’ came from. Like so many other travellers, eventually a particularly curious human found the seed belonging to the great Tree. Filled with awe and wonder, they nurtured the seed into a sapling and then a tree. Drinking from its sap and eating of its fruit, the human gained knowledge no other mortal before them had ever known and became the First. It was at that moment humanity first learned of the magical force known as the Vis. Wanting to share the gift of the Tree, they took the seed of its fruit and returned to their people. Preaching the power of the seed, they instructed their people how to harness and use the magic from the Tree.

The human returned to the first seed and tended to it for the rest of his life. Though the human lived many years beyond the expectations of their people, the Tree could not protect them from the sword and they were cut down in their sleep. But death could not hold them as they escaped the Abyss, anchoring their spirit to Midyeden. Even in death they proved to be a teacher and they taught their pupils how they too could escape death. Living as shades and spirits, the First and their students continue to pass their knowledge on to those who seek the knowledge of the Tree of Life and Death.

Welcome to Ünterland

Mirroring our world, beyond the barrier of Limbo, lies Ünterland, an anachronistic version of Midyeden filled with magic and mystery. Ünterland is the home of the Hexenbrüt; the descendants of the ancient witches and the masters and mistresses of blood magic, the Draoi; the fae-blood imbued with a connection to the deep magic and the Hellions; cursed beings and beasts and all manner of undead and living horrors alike.

Midyeden
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Limbo
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Ünterland