Old Amsterdam

Capes of Samekh - A Post-Worm RP

Current IC month:
September, 2015

Season:
Early autumn.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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Torrent was more than a little happy with her new skills, though she had this innate feeling that the little bit of time she'd spent regenerating mana was simply not enough as she walked. The day had been an extensive one already, but she was proud of herself. It hadn't been like the Beetle. She'd done it.

It wasn't terribly long before she heard a familiar voice across the stream and the sound of splashing coming towards her. She turned, warily at first, before Digbie was beside her and healing her. She laid down, letting Meditate activate again. She would need more mana in case something else happened.

"Found a plant that was alive and made of meat. Put up a fight, but I have food. New skills. New ideas. I'm stronger. I exploded in a wave of fire and anger," she said quietly. "I have things I need to do. Skills to learn. Gotta be stronger."

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Basilisk

"You seem pretty powerful. Come, prove yourself."

Hider

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♦ Name: Basilisk (Real name unknown)
♦ Age: Early 20's (Real age unknown)
♦ Loyalty: Currently Idependant (Though he may be indirectly connected to The Lost)
♦ Appearance: Basilisk is a massive hulking brute in the most obvious of ways, nine feet tall at the top of his head and nearly three foot wide shoulder span. His body is heavily scaled in a scattered pebble like texture similar to that of an alligator. The reptilian hide is a dull green and mottled brown. Adorning his head and shoulders are a number of horn like spikes that press through the thick skin. Thin lips hide sharp fangs and each of his fingers are tipped with dagger like claws (That he takes the time to file down to dull points), behind him a thick tail extends nearly six feet behind him that can be whipped around quickly. Due to his massive size most of Basilisk's wardrobe is cobbled together out of numerous garments stitched together or custom made when he gets some spare cash. Usually he wears just a simple pair of shorts or pants.

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♦ History:

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Basilisk woke up like most of his kind, dazed and confused somewhere where people rarely set foot. His first memories of Earth Bet include the blistering heat of the Colorado prairie and the urge to find something or someone he had lost, though he couldn't remember what it was. Wandering through the dry grass the reptilian man tried to put to mind what had happened to him. All he could think of was that there had been a fight, one that he had soundly lost. And that loss sat uneasily in his mind until after nearly a week's worth of walking he stumbled across the small town of Haswell, Colorado. Startling the small population and gaining the attention of the single local hero within miles. A mover who mostly just chased down speeders with the local police to hand out speeding tickets. The fight was over in less than five minutes, and Basilisk felt a surge of gratification upon besting the man. He had learned what he could truly accomplish with his powers and had beaten another with their own abilities. The beast of competition within him was sated, and he spared the life of the small town hero. From there he made it his mission to find others, people with powers to shake the earth, he would find them and he would strike them down before him.

And for nearly four months Basilisk earned a name for himself, becoming a boogie man for capes that craved reputation over all other things. Hero and villain both, he tore them from their pedestals and left both their egos and bodies bruised and battered. He made his way east, planning on reaching New York where the biggest names lived drawn to the idea to challenging some of the strongest parahumans on the planet. Luckily for him he never made it to the coast. Passing through Tennessee the lone brute found himself surrounded by powered Fallen, eventually pinned and bound he was dragged to their temporary camp and subjected to hours of torture, his power dampened by one of the powered parahumans. Once the clan had had their fun with him they locked him in a barn for holding while they sent out for one of the members who could tame this monster. Later that night Basilisk awoke to the sounds of fighting, the Fallen having been taken by surprise when the owners of the farm they had taken over came back with their own powered backup. A green light eventually filled the barn, and Basilisk came face to face with his first ally. A teenage girl in punk attire who addressed herself as Blur. She worked him free and explained that they had taken out the power damper. Her friend outside was holding them off and it was time to go. He reluctantly agreed, but made a promise to himself that he was going to do as much damage as he could on their way out. The fight took nearly two hours before the Fallen were forced to retreat from the occupied space, and in that time Basilisk earned the respect of the two that had rescued him. He offered his company to them. And in doing so he was set on his path to gather a new sort of strength. Finding those that had the reputations as monsters, the ones that were dangerous and scared for their own lives. He found them, beat them if necessary, but instead of leaving them behind he offered his hand. Join him, and they would be safe. There would be a family.

At the height of his power Basilisk's gang, known as the Unbalanced Scales, had settled themselves as a mercenary team, focusing on collecting bounties. Working for those with the money to afford them they set about taking the most dangerous jobs they could. And extending the offer to join them to the monsters they were hired to find. By the time Gold Morning had happened Basilisk had nearly ten other parahumans working underneath him, loyal to the end of the world. Until they were scattered across the multiverse.

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♦ Motivation: Basilisk is a leader by nature, and after his encounter with the Fallen he found himself working to find those like himself. Powerful but alone. He saw that in numbers they were safe, and he would do everything in his power to keep it that way. Before Gold Morning he would have liked nothing more than to keep recruiting, keep finding more people to invite to his family in exchange for their abilities. But now that his friend's of the past are gone he wants nothing more than to get them back.

♦ Derangement: Almost every Case 53 sent to Bet was programmed with a weakness. And Basilisk was no exception. Subconsciously he is driven to prove himself, to win against the most deadly of opponents and to dominate the weak around him. He does his best to suppress the later half of this personality trait, though a significantly tough looking opponent will strip him of most reasoning and he will want nothing more than to challenge them to a brawl.

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♦ Skills: Basilisk is a decent strategist when he is thinking straight. Is a surprisingly comforting personality if one allows him to get close enough. And a damn good cook if he has a kitchen large enough for him to work in.

♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.

♦ Mechanics: Basilisk: Hulking Case 53 with a nearly nine foot tall frame. Covered in armored scales, thick skin, and heavy muscle, he is very difficult to harm due to the nature of his mutated biology. But his true power comes in when a determined individual actually manages to leave an injury. Whenever wounds are left in his flesh Basilisk’s body will begin to rapidly regenerate to repair the damage while any meat or blood that is removed from the bulk of his body quickly necrotizes then begins to rot. Releasing a noxious gas that is a bright green in color but not usually thick enough to obscure vision. This gas causes headaches, and nausea near instantaneously after being inhaled, then as more gas is inhaled muscles begin to tense and cramp up. If left inhaling the gas for to long (roughly five minutes) there will be a full body temporary paralysis until the gas works it's way out of their system. This can take anywhere from three to five hours depending on constitution. This effect also takes place when the gas has been exposed to open skin for extended periods of time.

Basilisk's strength is difficult to measure, but he has yet to find an opponent he could not lift (except for that guy whose power ment he couldn't be lifted) and has at his upper level lifted a tinker tech battlesuit that weighed just over three thousand pounds long enough for a teammate to remove the pilot.

Basilisk's physical nature lends itself to a more natural durability, thick scaled hide and dense muscle mass means getting a telling blow from any conventional bladed weapon or small arms shot is likely to do nothing more than annoy him. Higher caliber but still commercially available munitions can stumble and put a real damper on his mood. Most military grade heavy weaponry that isn't shrapnel based is what is going to put him on his ass as he works to heal.

His Regeneration is visibly fast, though not nearly Crawler levels of efficient. Bruises and deep internal damage heal fastest, while shallow cuts and surface level bleeding will take a few seconds (The power wanting to use the fumes as long as the damage isn't severe.) Lost limbs take roughly three hours to regrow back to 100% use and the whole time the wounded stump would be pouring out the toxic fumes.

♦ Equipment: What sort of goodies do you have on you when you're in costume?

ITEM: N/A

ITEM: N/A

@De

Thanks for the edits, D! Looks good. Feel free to drop him over into the CS tab when you're ready.

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@Spiffy
With those edits, add in Master | Trump under classifications and feel free to port him over to the CS Tab at your convenience.

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Formerly Mantis

"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."

Hider

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♦ Name: Judah Raines

♦ Age: 37

♦ Loyalty: Final Guard

♦ Appearance: Judah stands at 6ft tall, of Italian-Irish decent. He has an athletic build with broad shoulders. His hair is dark brown cut short with slight graying. Judah also sports a trimmed beard. He wears black Nike shoes (or Samekh equivalent) with a dark sport jacket and brown khaki pants casually. He wears a dark blue t-shirt underneath.

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His cape outfit is a repurposed FBI/SWAT uniform including; gloves, combat boots, helmet, protective eyewear, and a Kevlar vest. It is colored black and has "SWAT" stitched on the back and front.

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♦ History:

Pre CoD

As a young man, Judah Raines, had a passion for defending his younger siblings from bullies. This passion carried on with him for the rest of his life. It drove him to join the Police at the age of nineteen.

After the designated two years on the force with an impeccable record, Judah applied for SWAT in the Denver CO area. Being one of the top students he was initiated into their ranks. He proved himself an able member and became proficient in a range of firearms as well as breaching techniques.

After three years of excellent service, he was transferred to the counter terrorism unit in Denver. Judah quickly proved himself during a raid by negotiating a unstable man with a hostage down. During his time there, Judah took a German Shepherd pup from the force and named him "Axel." He trained it as a police and attack dog. They became the closest of friends. While serving, he applied to the FBI to become a counter terrorism specialist.

The FBI saw Judah as a great asset and quickly interviewed him. He was brought into their ranks at the age of 25 and sent overseas to work with their Israeli allies. It was there he learned the art of Krav Maga. He was unable to bring Axel with him. After 6 months in Israel Judah witnessed his first suicide bombing in an airport. He lost some good friends on that mission.

Without his team, he felt lonely and isolated in a foreign country. Over the next years and a half, Judah fell into depression. He longed for human contact and intimacy, but could not reach out for help. He continued his unforgiving work schedule and drank heavily in order to distract himself from the pain.

One night at his lowest point, he seriously contemplated suicide. That's when they got a call of man who was also suicidal. Judah went to the scene, but his words were not good enough to break through the man's self-harming thoughts. Before the man pulled the trigger on his weapon, Judah willed in his mind, thinking, "Life is worth living!!"

The sheer pain and hopelessness in that situation awoke something in Judah; the ability to impart thoughts and feel others' emotions.

He had no idea what happened at the time, though he would never be the same. Judah didn't just stop drinking and feeling depressed, he felt empowered and emboldened in his roll as a leader among men. With his newfound abilities, the possibilities were vast. An idea formed in Judah. The desire stop crime not only on missions as FBI, but in the mind where crimes were conceived. The trigger changed him to the very core.

A few weeks later Judah transferred back to Denver CO and reunited with Axel. He began teaching a Krav Maga class to the men he served with. Judah took his uniform and a balaclava he had custom made. He tweaked his look to resemble more of a cape. He would call his new identity "Mantis."

CoD

After Judah Raines created the cape name "Mantis", he formed a vigilante group, Lethal Force. It consisted of multiple members who were willing to seriously injure, and even kill the scum of Denver.

After forming the team, they went to war with the major crime group of Denver. The Community led by a supervillain named "Patriarch." The villain revealled Judah's identity during a broadcast and nearly killed him before the endbringer "Behemoth" showed up.

During their lengthy crusade, Judah lost every member of his team; to death, mental breakdown, or far worse. But not before killing Patriarch in single combat. It was during this time that Judah went through what is known as a "Second Trigger."

Judah helped aid in the defense against the endbringer "Behemoth."........TBC

Post CoD/GM

Lethal Force was disbanded, The Community had been defeated, Judah lost his job with the FBI, Behemoth was warded off and The Broker had been removed from power. With no perceivable goal left, Judah hung up his "cape" and took off with Axel.

For 5 years he travelled to different parts of the world to learn from martial arts masters. There he gained techniques, made peace with himself, and mastered his powers.

During his 5th year abroad, Judah felt something shift in the atmosphere. A feeling or impression. Denver was calling. Something was about to happen and he had to be there when it did.

Judah travelled back with his now aged canine and took up residence in a humble apartment near a rebuilt Cathedral. He made contact with the Capes of Denver and aided in their efforts against parahuman threats as more of an administrative role under his former identity.

Then Gold Morning happened. It rocked Denver more then Behemoth ever could. Judah lost an eye during the cataclysmic event and even his best friend. Despite this, he aided in bringing some of the refugees to their new home Samekh. Judah worked with another cape named "Sabotage" to accomplish this. She gave him a tinkertech eye replacement and they formed an alliance of sorts in the new world.

Picking up the pieces after an event like that was near impossible. But they all somehow moved on and made new lives in this alternate dimension. Judah realized that even during their pain, they had a powerful opportunity to create a better society. He felt the call of duty, helping shape and join the Final Guard during its infancy.

Over the next 3 years, Judah would use his skills and powers to help bring peace to the world of Samekh, specifically Seratol. He worked with Sabotage to aid the downtrodden orphans as well as receive regular upkeep on his tinkertech eye implant.

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♦ Motivation: Judah wants to bring peace to Seratol through law, order and action. Helping form and work with The Final Guard helps facilitate this. However, he is willing to break established laws that he deems are immoral. Judah also desires to get involved somehow in the political side of things within the city to help lead positive change.

♦ Derangement: Judah is learning to trust others more deeply than a surface level. Through constant loss and pain he has grown to overcome his fears of losing control. Judah has let go of that need and found peace during his 5 year sabbatical. He still finds it difficult to follow orders from others, but not to the same level he once did. Even being willing to work under the government of Seratol.

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♦ Skills:
Martial artist: Spending years training in Israel gave Judah the skills necessary to be an expert at the art of Krav Maga. In conjunction, Judah trained under masters in Jeet-Kun-Do and Brazillian Ju-jitsu for 7 years leading up to Gold Morning. His mixture of styles creates a form all of his own.
Negotiator: Years spent in hostage negotiations have left Judah with the skills nevessary to prevent conflict.
Firearms: He is very proficient in a wide variety of firearms and specializes in submachine guns.
Reflexes: His years of training in martial arts as well as counter-terrorism measures have given Judah a very quick reaction time. Before he knows what he's doing he can act, though his age is slowly catching up to him.
Crowd control: Spending time in SWAT has trained Judah to be able to deal with unruly crowds non lethally.
Interrogation: He is able to extract information fairly easily using mind powers and diplomatic tactics.
Tactics: He is proficient in the art of combat maneuvers, strategy, squad tactics, and the like.

♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.

♦ Mechanics: Judah's abilities underwent a transformation during his second trigger. They greatly increased the power of emotional and thought manipulation in living things around him. Feelings of terror, fury, helplessness and the like are magnified overwhelmingly. Easily dropping opponent's to their knees in terror or sending the most calculated individual into blind rage within the immediate vicinity. Words and phrases can be implanted into living beings within quarter of a block radius.

Judah is also able to sense the emotions of living beings within a quarter of a block radius. The impressions are broad and vague in their scope. Not focused onto a precise location but the general area depending how far away they are.

The power also inflicts a Trump aspect on those who are hit with its overwhelming suggestions. Targets lose fine control over their powers. In contrast they become more destructive. Sacrificing control for more power without consent.

Judah is limited by the Manton Effect. His mind abilities are limited to a quarter of a block in all directions. The further away, the less influence and reads. Parahumans of a Master rating have some protection against influence. Unless Judah keeps his own strong feelings in check, they will leak out and be felt by everyone/thing in the immediate vicinity.

♦ Equipment: Mp5 submachine gun with extended mags, detachable silencer, military grade combat knife, gas mask, filters, Kevlar body armor and uniform, helmet, 1911 side arm with mags, protective goggles, communication earpiece, sound protection, combat boots, badge of jurisdiction, and an advanced tinkertech left eye.

ITEM: Mp5 submachine gun with silencer.

ITEM: Tinkertech eye - capable of scanning identities that are hooked up to a database in Seratol. It also is capable of seeing up to 64x magnification. It is capable of night vision, but is overloaded by sudden light flashes which render it blind for a minute.

@Spiffy

So, there's a few minor issues I have with this, Mr. Spiff.

The eye...Still kinda depends on Pro's character and if he's willing to have her have that balance I was talking about in the Discord. Beyond that, there's kinda no database in Serstol. So that part of it is out. The rest of it I'm okay with as far as the tech goes, assuming you adhere to the fact that it'll need semi-frequent work done to remain operational.

I would have much preferred you consulted with us before placing him as a founding member of Final Guard. That's gonna need to be removed, though we can discuss ways for him to have been involved in it from an early stage.

Finally, I'm going to need a few minor changes to the power. I'd like to bring the range down just a bit to about 100-150 feet instead of approximately 200ft, and the direct implanting of thoughts should probably be changed to implanting emotional suggestions (since as is it falls under Telepathy - which doesn't exist in the Wormverse). Something that they don't have to follow, but the weak willed and unsuspecting would. Beyond that it should be fine, though I'd like to verify that the final part is more of a "unconscious power use when experiencing strong emotions" rather than an actual, like, separate deal?

COLOUR

"PLEASE DON'T TALK TO ME."

Hider

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♦ Name: Chloe Jackson
♦ Age: 15
♦ Loyalty: Junior Guard
♦ Appearance: She has a curly afro of hair that frames her face and black brown almond eyes. Her lightly dusky skin reveals hardship and scars from beatings she received from various people. Tall and graceful, but averts her eyes. Her costume is a hooded blue padded jacket with a blue dress that falls to her ankles. She has brown boots and fingerless gloves with a book bag full of her sketchbooks.

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♦ History:

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Not quite an orphan as her mother gave her up because she was too young to raise her on her own. She got adopted into a foster family with a son already and was treated fairly if a bit distantly like all the other foster children before her. The son, named Elliot, would tease her often for being abandoned by her mother. Before the Golden Morning, she always had a love for drawing and art. She got her power shortly after the Golden Morning having been abandoned by her foster family who were running out of food in the wake of the disaster. Twelve years old, she would approach groups for food and be beaten and rejected. Desperate and starving, she triggered and started using her power to steal food from groups. She was shortly found by the police who decided to take her in rather than take her out.

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♦ Motivation: Ever since she experience starvation, she's determined to find security in her situation. She's slowly trying to let go of her survivalist attitude but finds it difficult not to feel in danger sometimes.

♦ Derangement:

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♦ Skills: She's extremely talented at drawing and cooks very well. She's learning basic fighting techniques but generally finds violence done by herself offputting and shies away from it.

♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Her drawings come to life and they're more powerful (gaining powers themselves like flying and super strength) the longer she spends time on them, but she's generally restricted by size as sketchbooks aren't that big. She could draw on the concrete walls but that requires hours of time to make sure the resulting creature is stable and doesn't collapse in on itself.

♦ Equipment:

ITEM:Crayons, pencils, sketchbooks, pens, so many pens, erasers, and a pencil sharpener. As well as a bookbag for everything in it.

ITEM:

@iolande

This is better than it was, thank you for expanding on it. The power looks good (It would be a Master for the record), and the basics are there. I'm still a little worried about the history though, given how short it is. But Solo's talked to you, and with those little tweaks he suggested I'm sure it'll be ready in no time. Keep up the great work hun.

Capes of Samekh - A Post-Worm RP

Capes of Samekh

Player Characters

Final Guard

Slingshot - Edmund Hickomb (Mover | Shaker) (NPC)
SWAT - Judah Raines (Master | Trump)
Presidio - Kari Avalielle Simmons (Shaker | Thinker)

Junior Guard

Werelight - Damien Borde (Master | Shaker)
Coil - Valerie 'Val' Timothy Armstrong (Shaker)
Calvin Ball - Samantha Hobbes (Blaster | Trump)

The Fallen

Sheol - Edith (Striker | Blaster | Brute)
Daisy Ripper - Malorie Preston (Striker | Mover [Master] (Brute | Shaker) (Tinker sub Striker | Master)) (NPC)

The Exiled

Manifold - Elle Pride (Tinker) NPC
Arson - Anastasia Pride (Striker | Brute)
Mastar - Kendall Banks (Breaker | Changer sub Master | Blaster | Shaker)

The Lost

Sabotage - Cynthia "Sin" Rose (Thinker | Trump)
Circuit (Shaker) NPC

Revolution

Exactly - Kelly Quinn (Stranger | Thinker)
Adrasteia - Penelope Arianna Diamantis (Master)

Independent

Villains
Basilisk (Brute | Shaker)
Hunter's-Keeper's - Audrie "Odd" Preston (Brute | Stranger (Tinker) (Shaker))

Heroes
Aesthetic - Charlotte Dunning (Breaker sub Striker | Blaster | Trump)

Mercenaries
Lantern Jack - Manfred Stromer (Breaker sub Stranger | Mover)
Enki (Brute | Thinker)

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Sheol

"Being a living microwave isn't as fun as it sounds..."

Hider

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♦ Name: Edith

♦ Age: 20

♦ Loyalty: Fallen

♦ Appearance: Edith has an almost impossibly smooth face, her skin being so soft and streamlined it looks like something made using photoshop. Her eyes are also quite striking being a hot pinkish red colour, which gives them a kind of glow. Edith has dark blue hair that she keeps decently, letting it flow freely without it being totally wild.

Edith has a decently athletic frame though so much so that it’s a defining feature of her look, as her muscle isn’t really on display unless she’s really exerting herself. She’s not tall standing around 5’5, so in all, she’s hardly intimidating. While not being threatening she is pretty dam fine, having an appealing figure with nice curves to it.

Edith’s costume is a lighter fabric bodysuit with harder plastic looking armour pieces over the gloves, hips, feet and the centre of the chest. There are hard leather sections on her outer thigh with some plastic knee guards and groin plate. She also puts on a bandana on over her face.

Faceclaim

Costume

♦ History:

History

As long as Edith can remember she’s had powers and had always been working for the Fallen. She’s felt like a tool rather than a person, the Fallen aiming her destructive powers at those who would attempt to stand against them. Edith never really questioned it to start with, in fact, she had been rather numb in general.

Only after a couple of weeks did Edith really start to feel the weight of her actions catching up with her. Like some kind of haze or influence was slowly being lifted. And as she could feel more and more, she grew more disgusted with her actions until eventually, she hit her limit and fled from the Fallen.

She’s been running ever since. Never staying in one place for too long lest she risk getting caught. Deep down Edith knows she’ll have to face the Fallen again eventually. It’s a day she doesn’t look forward to

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♦ Motivation: Wants to escape the Fallen and have a normal life outside of their influence. If that involves removing them from the equation she’s okay with that.

♦ Derangement: Edith struggles with human interaction, having a difficult time seeing herself as anything more than just a weapon, feeling like a lesser being as a result. Not worth anyone’s time or energy.

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♦ Skills:

Mixed martial arts- Edith has a good amount of training in hand to hand combat, mixing many martial arts like Taekwondo and Aikido. Even if she doesn’t remember who taught her.

Hawkeye- Edith has great aim, be it flicking a pea or throwing a knife. She can also make out small details from a decent distance away.

♦ Classification: Striker/Blaster/Brute/Striker?

♦ Mechanics:

Edith’s powers revolve around heat and fire. Edith can increase the temperature of her skin to insane levels, enough to make her touch quickly warp and melt metal. This heat also radiates off of her, sometimes in the form of ultra hot steam. Edith also has great resistance to heat, easily able to withstand things like magma.

Edith can also blast torrents of flames from all across her body, though her arms are where she normally fires from as it lets her aim. But if she does hit “fuck it” she can unleash a massive nova of heat, steam and fire, turning everything in a 30-foot radius to ash. A drawback to this massive attack is that it uses a lot of juice.

Finally, Edith has a rather durable body, able to ignore small arms fire and knives as if they were children's toys. But Edith doesn’t have any kind of regenerative abilities, so if you can damage her, then the injuries are gunna stick. Alongside this, her durability Edith is also incredibly strong, able to lift at around 2000lbs.

.Flamethrower stuff
.Big nova attack
.Super duper heat resistant
.Enhanced durability
.Enhanced strength

♦ Equipment:

ITEM: Her costume. It’s always on under whatever clothes she’s got on.

ITEM:

@LemonZest1337

This one, minus a few typos and missing words, looks good. I know you've had extra time to work on it and we've discussed a lot, so I'm willing to slap an Approved on Edith at this stage on the condition that you fix the typos for me.

Slingshot

"Quotes are for dummies."

Hider

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♦ Name: Edmund Hickomb
♦ Age: 18
♦ Loyalty: Final Guard
♦ Appearance: Edmund is a tall kid with a gymnast's build with a mop of black hair and deep, dark brown eyes. His hero costume consists of a black motorcycle helmet with red striping and black, padded road leathers with a red S emblazoned on the heart.

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♦ History:

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Edmund Hickomb’s life prior to Gold Morning was a relatively simple one. Both his parents were Capes in the New York Protectorate. Growing up, Ed’s greatest love was gymnastics. He loved the free-flowing nature of moving from place to place using nothing but one’s own body. He was good, too. By 14 he had over a dozen gold medals. Life was good for Ed.

And then, Gold Morning happened.

Both of Ed’s parents were killed in the fight, and Edmund along with his aunt, travelled to Earth Samekh to get away in time. It wasn’t after they had settled in, roughly 3 months later, that the grief finally overtook Ed, and he triggered thinking of his parents. Once his abilities manifested, he did what he thought his parents would want him to do; help others in any way he could.
He signed up for the Junior Guard, served alongside them for three years, before transferring to the Final Guard on his 18th birthday.

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♦ Motivation: Edmund's primary motivation is to live up to the standards set by his parents, who dedicated their lives to service. He wants to make his mom and dad proud by doing the best he can.

♦ Derangement:Edmund hasn't developed any Derangements as of yet, but there's still time.

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♦ Skills: Edmund is Gymnastic savant, and is exceptionally good at traversing any environment. Also, after a few years of training his abilities, he's gained an extremely good reaction speed which is absolutely necessary as to not paste himself against the pavement.

♦ Classification: The GM will tell you what to put here after you power has been reviewed/approved.
♦ Mechanics: Edmund’s powers are two-fold, a mixing of the powers of his parents. He can change his own gravitational orientation, making up his down, and vice versa. When he alters his orientation, he will ‘fall’ in that direction like he is falling straight down, until he makes contact with something.
His second ability is that he can focus on a point in his line of sight and either push it away from him or pull it towards him. If the item in focus weighs less than Edmund, it’ll be pushed or pulled. If the item weighs less than Edmund, he’ll be pushed or pulled away instead. For example, if he exerted the push power on a coin, it’ll be flung away. But, if he pushes against say, a concrete wall, he’ll be pushed away from the wall instead. Same thing with pulling. Neither of these abilities affects living beings.

♦ Equipment:

ITEM: Two batons, his primary weapons of choice.

ITEM: A taser, the short-range shock kind.

@JacketTheGreat

Overall this is a very solid application, well done!

However there's a few issues I'd like to address before I'm comfortable approving him. First is the history. Edith's history is short for reasons, but I'd like it if you could add more to yours. There's also a slight time frame issue, where you say 3 years with the Junior Guard when it's only been roughly 2 years since Gold Morning. The biggest issue in the history is the general lack of details overall. If you could add some more, give a bit broader of a view of his life maybe, I'd appreciate it. Maybe not mention the specifics of the trigger since I'm not so sure it lines up with the power.

Speaking of, I'd also like to discuss the details of the power. Could he push someone's clothes, thus pushing the person? Or would his Manton Limit block him from doing that? Can he turn off the gravity flip aspect if, say, he falls into the sky or does he have to hit something to stop it? What happens if he reaches terminal velocity when falling before coming into contact with something? Does he just go splat?

Beyond that, I didn't see anything wrong with the application. If you could address though (and feel free to contact me and we can discuss things directly if you'd like), I'm sure it'll be ready for approval in no time.

Capes of Samekh - A Post-Worm RP

Local Map

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"We're so very small, in the end." -Taylor

The world ended. Everything as we knew it was in ruins, humanity fleeing into other universes in a mass exodus after the greatest protector turned his eyes towards our destruction.

When humanity was at its lowest, he struck. But we didn't go down quietly. We didn't just lay down and roll over into our golden graves.

We fought back. We conquered the titanic monsters terrorizing our world and turned them against the Golden Man. Against Scion.

In the end, it was only because of one girl with powers she wasn't meant to have that we killed him. But we still lost our world. Finally everyone was working together, or so it seemed, and finally we could look towards rebuilding.

Some managed to get into Earth Aleph before they closed their portals. Most went to Gimel to start on a fresh planet. Some went to Chet, many more to various other worlds both alike and unalike to what we lost on Earth Bet.

But us? We went to Samekh. Where it didn't get hit so hard from the multidimensional fighting, from the radiation and the monsters. From the failed creations running free and the murderers roaming as they pleased.

We rebuilt here. Raised up the Silver City thanks to the locals and get left to make our own little country out of the way.

We're stronger here. We survived Gold Morning.

We killed a god.

Do you think you really have what it takes to step into Serstol?

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The Pitch

Alright, down to business. This is based after the events of Worm by Wildbow, and as such all events in Worm itself will not be considered spoiler territory in this RP.

The gist of it, for those of you not familiar with the base, is that there's these multi-dimensional beings (Called Shards, which come from an Entity) that, for various reasons, connect to people's brains and grant them superpowers. These superpowers are thematic, granted primarily from times of great stress and danger, when you're at the lowest point in your life imaginable. They also, though not always obviously, work around real life physics. Though sometimes those physics are a little beyond human understanding.

Powers

Powers come in a bunch of classifications. Each classification (and yes, a single Parahuman / Cape / person with powers can have multiple classifications) is a general indicator of types of abilities. Beyond that, all powers are derived to create, sustain, and thrive off of conflict. There is no such thing as a power that can't cause conflict somehow.

Brute - These are about defenses. Regeneration, natural defenses, shielding, rebirth, and are about survival.

Mover - These are about powers that move the user, and sometimes others. Teleportation, super speed, agility, and the like.

Striker - These are about on-touch effects and melee range abilities.

Blaster - These are about ranged attacks. Lasers, beams, anything that you use from a distance.

Shaker - These are about AoE and environmental control.

Changer - These are powers that cause you to change physically. Gradual changes, many times animalistic in abilities and appearance, to grant you natural advantages. These are from physical changes.

Breaker - Similar to Changers, these however change immediately into something abstract. When not in their Breaker for, they normally have no powers. But upon entering the form, they gain access to abilities centered around the abstract themes and elements that their form takes.

Thinker - These are mental powers. While telepathy doesn't exist, there's plenty of other mental abilities that can. These are often about knowing things.

Tinker - These are people who create futuristic and seemingly impossible technology from various parts.

Stranger - These are about infiltration and avoiding detection.

Master - These are about control and minions.

Trump - These are powers that directly affect powers. Nullification, disruption, stealing, gifting, and the like.

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The Setting

As you can see by the map, this RP has a fairly large, and custom built by myself and my Co-GM Solo (Thanks to the talented [] for creating the image for us).

The primary setting will occur within the city itself, a sprawling and relatively new metropolitan with portals to other dimensions.

Nearby are plains and rural areas, plenty of fertile ground, the dense forest, a mountain range, and finally a large desert. Hidden within the mountains and the desert are two parahuman prisons, and the mysterious Lodge is nestled away into the depths of the forest.

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The Rules

Here's the big part that I expect all players to read and understand. If you have any questions, please just ask.

• You are expected to be able to post roughly weekly, or rather approximately 7-12 days after a GM update, barring reasonable reasons for being unable to. This deadline is more of a guideline to help keep things moving for everyone, and if things start getting held up one of the GMs will contact you. Please, please, please communicate if something's going on and you can't post.
• Posts should be a minimum of 5 sentences in length with minimal typos. We're all human, so this also isn't a hard rule. But if you're frequently posting updates full of errors or incredibly short replies, we may need to discuss how to proceed from there.
• IC and character sex is forbidden. Fade to black, take it to DMs, whatever. Keep it out of the IC if it comes up.
• All character CS's are to be posted in the OOC for review and approval by the GMs before being going to the CS tab and then being available for use in the IC.
• All disputes between players, or disagreements with GM actions, should be brought to the GMs to be handled. Drama should never be in the open, and most all problems can be solved with communication.
• Be respectful for everyone involved in the RP. We're all here to have fun, after all.
• Please use the CS template and do not alter it's coding. It is designed for ease of reading by both GMs and other players, and altering the layout will result in me being highly irritated. (Thanks to Yosh for handling the coding of the CS! <3)
• Discuss with the GMs in regards to character creation. It will make the entire process a lot smoother if there's communication between us and you. Please note that there is a current maximum of three character slots per player.
• Character Death is possible. This is a largely sandbox RP with events, NPCs, and players reacting to what's going on. If you're not okay with this risk, this RP may not be for you. That's okay! Again, we're all here to have fun and tell a great story.

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The CS and Lore

With all of that said, I have one last thing to add to this. And, yes, it's more reading. (I'm sorry!)

Please click this link to view the doc that Solo and I have put together with all the base line information about the city, the setting, and the general information that you may find useful for character creation. The CS template can be found at the bottom of the doc.

Finally, we have a Discord server with which to discuss things and have general fun on. If you'd like to join, please click here.

The very last note I'd like to make is that this RP is tangentially a "sorta sequel" to the Capes of Denver RP ran by ProPro. It's not exactly a sequel since that game is still ongoing, but most of the events of the game will be considered canon to this RP.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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Current Skills:
Stun Fang II (2.3)
Muffle III (3.0125)
Poison Spit II (2.0)
Poison Glob I (1.75)
Poison Breath II (2.075)
Fireball II (2.0)
Stealth Kill I (1.0)
Minor Recovery I (1.0)
Fire Resistance I (1.1)
Fire Breath I (1.85)
Rabid Fit I (1.0)
Meditate I (1.25)
Tremor Sense I (1.7)
Soil Manipulation I (1.1)
Underground Movement I (1.55)
Monster Analysis I (1.025)
Magic Analysis I (1.225)
Material Analysis I (1.025)
Plant Analysis I (1.025)
Scale Shift I (1.5)
Overwork I (1.0)
Analysis (--)
Mental Resistance I (1.2)
Spell Cancel I (1.05)
Sensory Resistance I (1.0)
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Crafting (0.2)
Alchemy (0.4)
Alert (0.4)
Warcry (0.3)
Poison Fang (0.3)
Blunt Resistance (0.6)
Smash (0.2)
Magic Break (0.1)
Suppress Presence (0.3)
Spiritual Awareness (0.4)
Prehensile Tail (0.1)
Fortify (0.5)
Spell Chant (0.4)
Dual Cast (0.5)
Guidance (0.5)
Focus (0.2)
Flame Burst (0.1)

System: Torrent

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Torrent panted as she stared down at the remains of the plant that had tried to end her life. And the ashes, the scorched remains, the cooked plant-meat-stuff, and she felt a sense of overwhelming triumph blossom within her. Lifting her head slightly, she snorted before thinking on her skills.

And first and foremost among those, thanks to the new level she'd gained through that, she put five points into Dual Cast before she considered one of the new skills in her list. Guidance. It was alluring in a way, mysterious like Spell Cancel had been. With a moment of hesitation, she dropped her final five points into Guidance before turning her attention back to the 'loot' in front of her.

These could be helpful. Food, and the vines could maybe be useful for something if they couldn't be eaten?

While she thought it over she used Monster Analysis I, Magic Analysis I, Material Analysis I, and Plant Analysis I on the remains of the plant in hopes of learning more about the creature in case she needed to fight another one in the near future. Anything she learned she could also tell the others, improving their collective strength.

Another thought struck her, then, as she considered her options.

She had no mana. Which was, from what the skills said, how she used her fire abilities and some of the other ones. What was it that the others had said? Meditation was supposed to help with that, wasn't it? Wasn't that why she'd learned it in the first place?

With a careful glance around her, she used Mediation I for a few minutes to try and regain some mana. Her thoughts drifted back to the fire enveloping her, the heat permeating through her, and of the dancing shadows back when she was practicing in their little safe place before the Goblins appeared.

Feeling like she might be pushing her luck, Torrent turned back to the loot and made a snap decision. There was this thing in her throat that she never used before, and now was the time to do it.

Scooping up all five items, she stored them in her pouch and started back off towards base camp.

Inventory 5/6

Grilled Flesh Leaf x3
Blood Snare Vine x2

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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Jason

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Maddison clicked her tongue as she watched the carnage unfold, it was on a whole ‘nother level, so many capes had already perished and if Mire wasn’t careful she was going to join the ever-growing pile of bodies. While Mire had followed after Alexandria and her group Maddy honestly wasn’t sure she was going to be able to survive Behemoth’s killing aura, she could easily only put a portion of her body into the range and test if her breaker form was up to the task, but that did involve getting uncomfortably close to Behemoth. Maddy looked around at the other capes gathered then let out an agitated sound, how the heck was she supposed to get involved and not get into shit for her power making people freak out?

Meanwhile on the opposite side of Behemoth, a young girl was pulling herself to her feet after being shoved by her newest teammate. She bit her lip as she called in an evac for Kendall, waiting until someone took her unconscious friend to safety.

As she stood, looking at the beast in the distance, Lillian felt a growing indignation and anger at the destruction of her city. Her friends and comrades being hurt or worse.

She took a deep breath before she activated her comms, speaking with a cold calmness that betrayed the storm within.

"Dragon, right? Is there anyone here who can give me the ability to get close to Behemoth without dying immediately to that aura?"

Closer to the fight, Jason was using his power to throw tinker made weaponry at the Endbringer like he was throwing rocks. Occasionally a cape would step nearby for Jason to throw them as well, giving them a height to attack from that they couldn't get on their own. He worked tirelessly, his only focus on helping deal as much damage as possible.

But he still felt like he was useless, that this fight was never ending. So many deaths.

If only he could get closer…

Maddy continued to look on the scene not sure of what to do, though when she caught sight of an angelic figure in the air her heart froze. She could feel fear swelling inside her, so she quickly averted her gaze. Though instead of being shocked by what she saw Maddy couldn’t help but smile. If some other cape was flying around with some fearful aura, then Mire’s fear gas wouldn’t be a problem at all.

Maddy started laughing as she shifted into her breaker form, her fear gas almost exploding out of her. Mire struggled not to giggle as she focused all her effort on spreading more gas and reshaping herself. As the gas started to really pick up Mire’s body began to contort horribly, shifting into a disturbing monster. Mire started sprinting after behemoth, her ever-growing cloud of mist following after her. The more her gas continued to spread the larger her monstrous form expanded. By the time she got in front of Behemoths current path Mire was already standing around 20 foot tall at the shoulder.

Mire firmly planted her feet on the ground then let out a roar, the sound being a mix of an ear piercing screeching and an unsettling rumbling.

Lillian was moving closer to the battle on the back of some kind of changer after Dragon had given her response. They had someone who could grant temporary immunity, but she’d be on her own for defense outside of that.

That was fine. She could feel the shifting in her gut already, riding alongside the waves of rage growing within her, when she saw a gigantic shadow rise in the wake of the missing angelic form, surrounded by a dark cloud of smoke or mist of some kind. It flickered into view sporadically as it advanced, letting out something akin to a roar and a shriek combined.

As Lillian dismounted at the edge of the safe zone, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up she saw a member of the Jacks, the one who had thrown her and helped save her, as he nodded to at her look.

”I didn’t think it’d be you.”

”Naw. I’m here for the same thing you are, kid. I’m going to put that thing on its ass.”

Lillian nodded, feeling another hand touch her lightly on the back of the head, before something that felt like goo spread out from the touch, coating her in a lightly glowing purple aura. She could feel something different, and the sight was odd to behold as she watched the same effect almost drip down on Thunderbolt.

“You have 5 minutes. I can’t give you any defenses alongside this, though, not when it takes so much just to keep you alive near him.”

Lillian nodded once, running forward into the open intersection, before she pushed as hard as she could. She could feel herself getting larger, larger, larger….

Until she couldn’t push anymore.

As she looked towards Behemoth, barely any smaller than the Endbringer itself, she leaned forward into a charge as she opened her mouth wide and releasing a mighty roar to rival the Endbringer’s own.

Mire was biding her time, making a slow approach towards the endbringer still slowly putting on mass, getting closer and closer to her maximum, she was sitting around 29 foot at the shoulder. Though while she was stalling she saw another massive creature take shape, a massive T rex looking thing that was big enough to make Behemoth not feel like the titan that he was. Mire couldn’t help but feel excited, so rarely did she get to partake in such thrilling carnage.

Mire charged at Behemoth, lunging up at the monsters left arm and clamping down on it with her jaws. Mire could feel her mist being evaporated by Behemoths aura, but her main body was seemingly not affected. This pleased Mire greatly, all she had to do now was keep a part of her main body out of the kill aura so it could produce mist and help to maintain her size.

Lillian collided with the Endbringer's other side, her own gaping maw closing around his other arm. Her teeth sunk in just enough to get purchase, unable to penetrate deeper, before she tugged hard. Between her efforts and those of Mire, the monster fell backwards for the second time.

As he tipped, Lillian let go as she turned to slam her massive tail into him, expediting his fall.

Mire released her grip on behemoths arm as he fell backwards, taking a few steps back to avoid the monster crashing on top of her. A huge tail whip from Lillian slammed behemoth into the ground with a loud crash. Behemoth went to raise his left arm and aim it towards Lillian but Mire quickly intercepted the arm and again clamped down on it with her jaws. A lightning bolt shot out from the arm Mire was pinning, the bolt turning in mid-air crashing into Mire’s head and instantly disintegrating the better half of her upper jaw.

Mire let out a pained shriek as she staggered backwards until she was outside of the kill aura. Her head slowly filling back out and retaking its shape.

Lillian, meanwhile, backed up cautiously. Hunching down she looked ready to pounce as Behemoth began lumbering to its feet. Lightning flickered and crackled around it as it let it another bone shattering roar.

It was then that Jason made his move, running in between all the gigantic beasts as his body thrummed with power and that light purple aura. He'd found a trump who could boost powers temporarily as well.

As he came near, Behemoth stepped forward, likely to try and simply squash Jason like the insignificant ant that he was, only for the foot to stop before it made contact with the ground. Capes all around the area readied up at his word, not that Lillian or Mire could hear the order in their altered states.

Mire having fully recovered was about to lunge at Behemoth once more, but Behemoth let out a terrible roar before she got within striking range. The sheer force this roar carried knocked Mire out of her breaker form and sent her rolling across the ground. holy shit! Mire had never been hit by something so strong, in that moment Maddie struggled to pull herself back up, but she had yet to realize that her entire left arm was missing. She didn’t even know how it happened, was it burnt off by the kill aura? Or had her breaker form been so brutally shattered that she lost her arm that way? Maddy didn’t get much more time to think as she fell unconscious.

Lillian recoiled at the roar, retreating a little as something felt wrong inside her, and nearly missed what came next.

Behemoth raised his arm to strike at Lillian and Mire only for his body start to lift off the ground. Beneath the beast stood Jason, his costume torn and his helmet cracked as he raised Behemoth above his head.

"See you in hell you asshole," he muttered as he threw Behemoth into the air.

The sight would have almost been comical, seeing an Endbringer of all things rising into the air like a toddler tossed by its parent. Jason stood there, breathing heavily, as he watched the beast begin it's descent.

As it came down it came down flat, however, and he knew he couldn't escape in time.

His final thought before being squashed beneath the Endbringer was hoping that he'd been able to help, and that that kid would be okay without him.