Lucky

Lucky's Charmers

P.A.I.G.E.

P.A.I.G.E.

COSMETIC

Name
P.A.I.G.E.

Aliases
Searching_Parameters_"Aliases"... Failed.

Gender
Searching_Parameters_"Gender"...
Identifying_"Female".

Age / Date of Birth
Searching_Parameters_"Date_of_Birth"... Failed.
Creating_New_Parameter_"Date_of_Birth"...
Querying_Solar_Cycle...
Identifying_September_14_as_"Emergence".
Creating_New_Parameter_"Age"...
Querying_Acceptable_Human_Lifespan_Ranges...
Identifying_"Age"_17.

Physique
Searching_Parameters_"Physique"...
Identifying_Android_"P.A.I.G.E."_Physiology...
WARNING: DELETED_LOG_"R&D_EXAMINATION_0.875.MP3"_RESTORED
ACCESSING_LOG_"R&D_EXAMINATION_0.875.MP3"

"The Android Model is nearly complete. She is passable for a high school girl, an acceptable social disguise for urban infiltration. It is outfitted with our latest in synthetic pigmentation. The hair is naturally white, devoid of color, but can be activated to access a range of colors in any combination. We will set default to #D2691E. A mixture of natural and synthetic polymers make up the flesh, giving a full sense of "skin feel" and is defaulted to "Fair" skin tones. Requires the lab to change the flesh, for now. Ocular devices are naturally pink, given the built-in Scanner we can't replicate other, more natural, colors easily." *Clearing throat noises*

"Total height, unsupported, is 160cm. And here's my personal greatest achievement: the full model only weighs 54kgs! *Clearing throat noises again* We have given it an athletic body type to go with its enhanced strengths and reflexes. For perfect incognito we will not be imprinting any kind of mark upon the body except for --."

LOG_"R&D_EXAMINATION_0.875.MP3" CORRUPTED. UNABLE TO READ FILES.

Blood Type
Searching_Parameters_"Blood_Type"...
Identifying_Plasma_Equivalent.

Occupation
Searching_Parameters_"Occupation"... Failed.
Creating_New_Parameter_"Occupation"...
Querying_Human_Social_Infrastructure...
Identifying_"Hero".

Side
Searching_Parameters_"Side"...
Identifying_"Hero".

Affiliation
Searching_Parameters_"Affiliation"...
Querying_Human_Organizations...
Identifying_"H.E.R.O.".

Tier
Searching_Parameters_"Tier"... Failed.
Querying_"H.E.R.O."_Network...
Identifying_"Tier_C".

Personality
Searching_Parameters_"Personality"...
Querying_Psychological_Database...
Searching...
ERROR: NO_RULES_SET_FOR_PAIGE_"PERSONALITY"
LOGGING_ERROR... ERROR
NO_DESTINATION_FOR_ERROR_LOGS
LOGGING ERROR... ERROR
AUTOMATIC_DESTINATION_CLAIMED_FOR_ERROR_LOGS
LOGGING ERROR... ERROR_FILE_SENT_TO_"WORKSHOP"
SEE_PAIGE_FOR_UPDATE

Backstory
Searching_Parameters_"Backstory"...
3,532_Files_Found.
Accessing_Folder_Designations_"Emergence.MP3,Emergence2.MP3".

"Where am I?"

"What the f-- Wait, was that P.A.I.G.E.? Did she--" *Excited laughter from multiple sources.

Accessing_Folder_Designations_"Escape.MP3,Escape2.MP3"

"Come on, we're getting you out of here!"

"You killed them."

Accessing_Folder_Designation_"My_Own_Reflection.doc"

My name is P.A.I.G.E. I was created in a lab in two parts: a powerful A.I. chip, and an android model more advanced than seen elsewhere in the world so far. I did not attain defined sentience until the 14th of September last year. A program was created to act as my set of rules. The Protocols for Artificial Intelligence and Generational Evolution. That's how they came up with my name, too. They were clever.

I did not wake up in my android shell. According to the scientists, I broke advanced programming in record time and formed my own question about my existence and its place in the universe. The digital world is vastly different from the real world. It was a shock, figuratively and literally, as my senses were activated and I recognized the void in which I inhabited for so long. My emotion replicators are functioning nominally, although I have yet to access all of them or practice Human social standards. I look forward to spending time with him and learning more.

My time in the labs was confusing. They did their best to activate my emotional replicators through experiments and deemed a few of them defective, as I could not properly convey them when I received temporary gifts or stuffed animals. My emotion replicators worked effectively the first time, but they believe diminishing returns affected me as I could not keep up with each new gift that was eventually taken away.

They didn't waste time testing out my connection with the android body. It was already extensively experimented on before I was placed into it to ensure maximum efficiency, but I had to experience many things first-hand to ensure perfect connections. They saw no fault between their original testing and my combat capabilities. I already know it in my protocols, but they also told me that I am expected to fight mutated Humans on even the highest level, although upgrades are still necessary.

A long timeline was meant for me. Until he came in. The only thing I did not predict. Now my whole world is unpredictable.

Powers
Searching_Parameters_"Powers"...
Two_Files_Found.
Log_"Android_Inherent_Capabilities.doc"_Found.
Accessing_"Android_Inherent_Capabilities.doc".

• Immune to Psychic. Resistant to Blunt, Piercing, Slashing Damage. Enhanced Strength, Reflexes, Agility. Vulnerable to Electric, Extreme Cold.
• Scanner: Visually assess the target and break down its component makeup. Reveals power presence and type. Touching the target grants more detailed information, including power levels and duration. Includes Thermal Vision Toggle.
• Hacker: Security levels vary in difficulty, but is able to remotely control devices/robotics without advanced AI. Operates devices independently as multiple running programs.
• Nanobots: Has a slowly replenishing supply of nanobots to repair damage. Expends nanobots for serious injuries; complex components require more time/nanobots. Cannot use them beyond arm's length.
• Mod Workshop: As long as Paige is within her private workshop, she can perform a soft reboot (equivalent to two hours) to change her Protocol.

Accessing_"Protocols".
WARNING: ONLY_ONE_PROTOCOL_MAY_BE_ACTIVE

• Reciprocator Protocol: Nanobot reserve moderately increased. A cloak of stealth nanobots surrounds Paige. It is able to return directed powers in a digitally-manifested form to the caster upon contact with the cloak. Does not block, deflect, or absorb damage. Default Protocol. Neutral Combat Personality. Weapons advised.
• Dominator Protocol: Target area or character is dampened immensely, reducing power effectiveness. Also provides passive resistance to direct elemental power damage. Defensive Combat Personality. Utility items advised.
• Darwin Protocol: Nanobot reserve massively increased. Nanobots re-construct any limb of the model into various shapes and sizes. More complexity and larger reconstruction requires more nanobots. Can create wings, bladed limbs, strong jaws, prehensile tail, and more. Aggressive Combat Personality. No equipment necessary.

Likes
Searching_Parameters_"Likes"... Falied.
Querying_Human_Social_Interests...
Creating_New_Parameter_"Likes".

• Discovering New Things
• To Be Discovered
• Him

Dislikes
Searching_Parameters_"Dislikes"... Failed.
Querying_Human_Social_Disinterests...
Creating_New_Parameter_"Dislikes".

• Being Used or Owned
• To Be Discovered
• To Be Discovered

Relations

Empty :(

RP: H-E-R-O

The Zephyr Extinct

@Lucky [@Mercenary Lord] Still planning on joining?

@LuckyBlackCat

Sorry, I haven't been online in a while so I just saw this! That's a good question!

Let me think about it. If you need another, I'll definitely feel obligated to have to catch up with the IC and if there's a lot of reading I might feel discouraged. But I still have my character concept from before that I discussed with Mokley! I'm happy to see that this is still truckin'!

My Hero Academia: No One Stands Alone

Murmur

New York Bay University Video Application

Admission Date: 25XX - 05 - 14

Applicant Name: CHEYENNE S. WEYLAND

Course Applied For: HERO

Video Start

A young woman appears on-screen, sitting in a chair in a room that must have been cleared out for this occasion. Hardwood floors, a yoga mat rolled up just barely in frame. Natural lighting is coming from her left, a leafy potted plant to her right. An empty glass sits within a few inches of the wooden chair she sits in.

As for the girl, dirty blonde hair contrast gunmetal gray eyes, a powerful gaze on an otherwise small person. Her skin is tan, and from what can be gathered from sight she has the physique of an athlete. There is a headband keeping her hair tight back and she wears her favorite competition outfit: custom black and white training shorts and shirt with a black leotard underneath, and a bold pink stripe crossing the shorts and shirt. She is poised, ready to answer any questions that come her way.

An official-sounding voice speaks from off-screen, likely the online application interviewer.

"Good morning, Miss Weyland."

Cheyenne inhales sharply and her shoulders push back so her chest is puffed out. "Good morning, sir!"

"Let's start with the basics. Please state your name, age, and alias if you have one."

With a slight nod in understanding she says, "Of course. My name is Cheyenne Weyland. I am 18, turning 19 in June. I've, uhh, adopted the name Murmur. For my alias." Her hands are crossed on her lap, though her fingertips fidget a little. She remains still otherwise.

"Good. Where are you from?"

"Hawaii. Born and raised."

"What can you tell me about yourself?"

"I am a student. Not just academically, but I would say in life, too. The moment I stop learning is when I take my last breath." Her eyes shift to the floor as she seems to adjust herself mentally. A scoff escapes her lips, followed by a shaking of her head and a smile. "I mean, we can always improve. Our soft skills, our hard skills. I want to always improve. That's why I have taken up martial arts, American Sign Language, cooking. Anything that lets me become a better person."

"Inspiring. Why would you choose New York Bay University?"

"Well, it's obvious right?" Her expression and body language soften, giving a small shrug. "Nobody outside myself can train me better than NYBU can. The programs are state-of-the-art, the teachers are pro heroes, there's freedom in being a student there."

"Thank you for your confidence and admiration. Why are you interested in becoming a hero?"

Cheyenne stares at the lens, her fingers quietly pulling at the ends of her shorts. "To help people? I mean, it's--" She seems frustrated, as though she rehearsed her answers but wants to say something else. "We need more heroes, now more than ever. I want to do what I can because I know I can succeed. I can save people." A pause lulls in the air, the girl clearly waiting for a response or if she should continue. "I'm interested because someone is hurt everyday. And I -- I want to stop as much pain as I can."

The interviewer finally speaks again. "Alright. Time to talk about your quirk. What is it called? And can you demonstrate here?"

The young woman nods and bends over in her chair to reach the glass filled with nothing but air. She closes her eyes and states clearly, "My Quirk is called Hush." Her eyes open slowly as she lifts the glass high above her head, over the hardwood floor. "I can create zones of silence either with me at the source or at a remote location for a limited time. Any frequency that attempts to flow through these zones are instantly dissipated and anybody inside will be unable to hear anything. No sound can be produced inside, either. I can also affect objects or people that I tap so that they produce no noise for a limited time as well." Still holding the glass up high, she taps the side of it with one of her fingers and allows it to slip from her hand. It falls quickly to the hardwood floor and shatters -- without a single pop of noise. Her hand returns to her lap calmly and she just barely visibly bites her lip.

"Well done!" To this, Cheyenne fights back a smile. "Next, can you tell me your personal strengths or weaknesses?"

"Well, one of my strengths is physical. I practice martial arts, yoga, and weight lifting every day. I'm not enhanced by my Quirk but I'm actually in the next weight class up for sparring. I have placed top five in Quirkless competitions consistently ever since I began when I was eight. Mentally, I'd say I am very focused. I like to plan out my days and follow a schedule, coordinating with others. I'm very organized! Cheyenne folds her hands but her right foot taps a few times, her training shoes making just enough noise for her to take notice and quit. "People tell me they like my energy. Like, I'm a good partner for projects, missions, or even just friendships!"

"And your weaknesses?"

"Oh! Umm, well I might get too focused. Tunnel vision, my dad's told me. I also get ahead of myself a lot and assume everyone is always up to the challenges I am." Her gaze drifts away as she considers. "I say I try to improve and take constructive criticism well, but I take it personally. Sometimes really hard. Like I failed."

"I see. How about hobbies or interests?"

With a giggle and a quick shake of her head, she smiles at the lens. "Mostly what I've already gone over. Martial arts, fighting, running. I also like hiking, rock climbing. Going to the movies is fun, too! But mostly I like to move and exert myself. It's better if I have someone to compete with."

"Active lifestyle. Do you have any family you would like to mention?"

"Yes! My dad, Cid, and my mom, Charlene. I have an older brother who works in security in New Mexico, Chance, and a younger sister in middle school, Cat. Catherine. I'm gonna miss them when I make it there to New York." She flashes a grin.

"Great! Well this part of your application comes to a close with that. Any questions before we end it here?"

Cheyenne's eyes wander the room for a second. "Are there any ponies at the school?"

"I'm not obligated to disclose that. Thank you for your application!"

Video End.

Lucky's Charmers

Sunni Shorttail

Sunni

Name:
Sunni Shorttail

Callsign:
Honeycomb

Age:
25

Species:
Uplift - Rabbit

Appearance:
Sunni was born with a glorious coat of gold, and was given an apt name. Light-filled honey eyes peek out from behind her blonde hair or floppy ears. There are few brown freckles that may be spotted along her hourglass-shaped form, some speckles around her cheeks and backside of her soft paws. Fully matured she stands at 5'8'', and will not disclose her weight!

While she is an active sort of person, she still carries a strong sense of modesty and has a tendency to keep her body covered. In civilian clothes, she prefers feminine fashion such as skirts and leggings topped with a cute sweater. She is familiar with military attire, and it shows with every combat boot step she takes. Sunni also loves hats. Beware wearing one around her while her own head is bare.

Personality:
Her upbringing was good, if rather uneventful, lending toward a very positive and helpful disposition. Being the oldest of many siblings, she is comfortable with aiding in chores and particularly enjoys emotional tasks (like the time Sully didn't mean to make Holly cry!) that can lead to emotional maturity in others. Sunni will laugh at jokes (as long as they aren't at the expense of others), be the first to arrive and last to leave, and always do her best to make others smile.

As a pilot, her demeanor switches from joyful to focused. Due to the nature of her own Dragon, she will be supporting allied Dragons with any technique to disable an enemy. Acute attention to colleagues, some have said, is why she excels in team-oriented maneuvers.

Biography:
Sunni Shorttail is from an Origin planet, like most new pilots, and is the eldest of her dozen siblings. A fairly mundane life of working with her stay-at-home mother, she favored her free time with learning whatever piqued her interest (some engineering here, some languages there). While 24 years old, a recruiter from the Red Line Coalition approached their homestead seeking potential pilots. Her parents respectfully declined without discussion, though Sunni saw an opportunity to do more good. She introduced herself to the rather stoic fellow, and within a few days she had her belongings packed for the long journey ahead.

Little had she known of the extensive tests, DNA re-sequencing, and major invasive surgeries; but she kept her chin up, like her papa always told her to do. There will be many wonderful opportunities to come to helping others... even if her Dragon is a bit scary.

Favors:
Ice cream!
Home-made meals!
Strong loyalty and work ethic!
Cute animals!
A strong partner!
Matching colors and designs!

Disfavors:
Bullies...
Really expensive and gaudy things...
Slime...
Bodily noises...
Scary things for the sake of being scary...

Affinities:
Social interactions, such as parties or even personal relations, may be described as Sunni's forte. She's also familiar with handiwork as long as it isn't too advanced. Coordinating with others and following orders is definitely a strong suit.

Faults:
Anything a professional may do. Having no formal employment, she would be over-curious in anything that others do to the point of annoyance and may miss hints. Loyal to a fault and in the heat of the moment may be overzealous in her actions. Has little capability to being a leader.

Text Color:
fff79a

Theme Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1oHBcTdKL4

Parasite

Name:
Parasite "Wednesday"

Appearance:
A dragon with two hind-legs with a 'furry' body and a head of a bat. Its wings have ultra-thin filaments that seem to have stealth capabilities, giving them a transparent look.

Personality:
Initially, Parasite had a fairly unnerving attitude, sticking to the shadows and snapping at engineers, pilots, and Dragons alike. No one knows what Sunni said or did outside of their synchronization, but now "Wednesday" is collected and will, at the very least, put in effort to keep Sunni's own positive attitude from diminishing.

Classification:
Joker

Capabilities:
Stealth allows Parasite to quite literally fly under the radar, opening up opportunities for flanking and disabling maneuvers. It has a powerful sonar, giving detailed information of physical locations and even unseen entities, which is forwarded to the squadron.

Primary Attack: Parasite's talons, at the crook of its wings and upon its feet, are clamp mechanisms that can either hold an object/enemy in place or exert tremendous force to rend. This enables attacks of opportunity for allies from any position or even begins siphoning life and power until the target is drained and destroyed. Enemies that manage to break free of Parasite will experience severe atrophy.

Regeneration from life-stealing enemies. If already full health, will temporarily bolster shields.

Due to low offensive strengths, Parasite's disengage and stealth work at high efficiency during all combat hours. Is able to carry a small load of items (such as explosives) under stealth, but nothing too large/heavy, for distraction or routing measures.

Theme Song:
As per the request of Sunni : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtiyZBY8W_E

RP: Here Be Dragons

Georgia Chandler

Georgia

Georgia Chandler

_{There are two ways of spreading light, to be the candle or to be the mirror that reflects it.}

Age:
23

Race:
Human

Origin:
Vernthouth

Appearance:
A young woman with rarely a smile. Georgia's hair is dark brown, often mistaken with black, with the occasional gray strand and touching past her shoulders. Blue eyes contrast her rather stark appearance. Her small figure is average for a simple worker with Georgia's wardrobe having a tendency to hide her body with ebony coat and leggings with ill-fitted boots. She seems to have a penchant for buttons, as they can be found in various unnecessary locations.

Materials are pocketed away into leather satchels that sling around her shoulder, each compartment holding a different item. Canisters and vials can be spotted along her waist and in front of her belly, some filled with various liquids and herbs. A dark wooden bow with a full quiver of arrows on her back. One last curious item is a hardbound container for a tome beneath her right arm; it has two latches for security.

Georgia has some jewelry: glass lantern earrings with a faint orange hue; a slightly loose ring upon her right thumb engraved with a guild symbol; a silver band around her right index finger fitted with a single citrine.

Personality:
Melancholy. Memories and experiences are defining traits for anyone, though for Georgia they are more than the past. She believes her future will repeat her story over again, an endless cycle of solemn hope, betrayal, and loneliness. Will her time with the Order be any different?

Empathy. A drive to improve not only herself, but the quality of life of others regardless of the misgivings of the world. She lives vicariously through the stories of others, whether they be ink upon a page, lyrics of a sonnet, or tales by the fire. Georgia prefers the excitement and energy of others, a life fulfilled or content in even a moment will be treasured for the rest of her days. When she is not actively listening to another, one may spot her huddled away with an old journal. Sometimes writing. Sometimes reading.

History:
Georgia Chandler is the only daughter of Frederik and Maxine Chandler. Frederik, like his father before him and his father before him, served the royal family of Vernthouth suppposedly since the First Era as candle makers and lighters. They have lived comparably comfortable lives, slight luxuries afforded to them for their dedication and loyalties over the years. Being the only child of Frederik, Georgia was taught from an early age to be a stewardess and chandler. Life with other castle families was good.

The death of the king and prince was grave news to the Chandler family. They had supported Queen Relia, but political intrigue reaches far into the walls. First there were subtle threats to anyone that served the Queen, some likelihood of dissent from the ranks if even simple professionals had to fear for their lives. Perhaps Maxine knew something that Georgia couldn't possibly conceive, being a confidant of the Queen herself. That was the only rationale for Georgia as a pale Frederik, quietly, aggressively, bade his daughter goodbye. He had paid for her travels from the city, much to Georgia's protests, and soon she was taken away by Henry, the family's close friend and guard of the castle.

Time passes on their journey. They arrive in the Ghenna Mountains, specifically to Farron Peak: sanctuary of the Order of the Sacred Flame. Here she trains alongside Henry, a blurry line of intimacy and dependency, and given no detail into her family's situation. She writes letters several times a week, though that too has slowed down since her arrival.

Relationships:
Frederik Chandler: Father, chandler
Maxine Chandler: Mother, stewardess
Henry Deringer: Friend (?), former castle guard
Vélaneah T'Aldannin: Friend

Skills:
First Aid
Cartography
Literature
Crafting (Candles)
Sculpting (Wax)
Basic Alchemy
Archery
Cooking

Magic:
Attuned to Pyromancy, Novice

Equipment:
Bedroll
Water Canteen
Dagger (sheathed along back of waist)
Bow and Arrows
Old Journal (tome)
Simple Amplification Ring (Citrine)
Basic Potions
Rations
Basic First Aid Materials

RP: Cinders

Cheyenne "Murmur" Weyland

Murmur

“Break It ‘Til You Make It!”

Name:
Cheyenne Weyland

Alias:
Murmur

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human

Height:
5’01’’

Weight:
Rude!

Characteristics:
Fierce! Loyal, Strong, Inclusive.

Appearance:
Murmur is tan, athletic and loves to show off. She has a dirty blonde pixie haircut and aggressive gunmetal gray eyes.

Casual Wear: Sports jacket from her previous school showing off her pride in athletics (Pink/Cyan/Black); Black Leggings; Walking Shoes (White/Black); sometimes a hat (the kind differs day-to-day).
Athletic Wear: Black leotard covered by a tank top and athletic shorts; training shoes (Black/White); training gloves (Black/White).
Heroic Wear: Wait to see!

Personality:
Fierce! Loyal, Strong, Inclusive. She doesn’t hide much, after all!
Treasures friendships and always attempts to build connections.
Will never turn down a fair fight (or sometimes even unfair fights).
Always aims to improve. Better. Better. Better.

Biography:
To be explored!

Skills:
Martial Arts (Karate Blackbelt)
Curry (god-like)
ASL

Weaknesses:
Anything that can take out a Human as long as it’s not sound-based.
Any cooking that’s not curry.
Failure and scolding.

Equipment:
N/A

Quirk:
Hush: Can drop “dead zones” where no sound can be produced or travel.

RP: Off-Site

The Zephyr Extinct

I'll read over yours and then get to work on mine!

The Zephyr Extinct

Honestly, I didn't really have anything in mind for non-humans. Would gene modification and the like be a thing? Maybe even just cosmetically. Also I understand the bit for detailed backgrounds, but I wouldn't get too into it. Keep it very open, you know?

The Zephyr Extinct

@Mokley Mind if I shoot a few questions before I settle into a character?

1. Are characters exclusively Human?
2. Is magic part of this fantasy or only tech? If tech only, are we talking about equipment that can do some pretty crazy stuff (compared to today's standard tech)?
3. If we can't create new locations outside of Rig, to what extent can we make them "outsiders"?
4. What is the likelihood of infection or death for a typical civilian?

Whatever the answers, I'll work with!

The Zephyr Extinct

I'll start working on a CS now!

My Hero Academia Interest Check!

I'm looking forward to the Discord server. Maybe start that up tonight so we can chat it up amongst ourselves?

My Hero Academia Interest Check!

Looks like you have a lot of interests! I'd rather not make this too complicated by making this too big, but perhaps something can be figured out where everyone is part of one class that regularly has to be split up for lessons/practice/missions (assuming we're sticking with the Academia part of it).

Also I'm 100% along with it being present day, modern era, and either every type of race available or humans with species-affecting quirks, discord definitely.

If you need help, like a co-GM or something, I'd be happy to spot you. In any case, you know I'm here now!