Puffhead

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

@Naril Whoo! Mad respect for being so thorough! I'm currently at work, but the moment I have a chance I'll answer all these! Until then, I hope you can wait!

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

@Irredeemable

Technically yes, although I did state in the rules that time seeing is a very reserved power. So I need to see how your character uses it in their sheet before I say yes. Does that make sense?

@Naril

No no, it doesn't sound mean! This is a complicated roleplay and beyond that, I've been gone from the roleplay scene for a long time so it's very helpful to me if you ask questions! That helps me see what you missed. So ask away! I'll answer all questions you have.

@A Lowly Wretch

NPCS won't require any sort of character sheet, but I will require a very brief description of them (maybe one or two paragraphs). This is just so I can put them in the NPC tab so if anyone gets curious about the character they'll be able to look them up. And all NPC's will be playable for all people, so don't get attatched to them! But yeah, I'll handle NPCS as long as I'm given a description of them. Other then that, I'll probably spend a day soon making a butt load of NPC's for all to use as they see fit.

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

@Irredeemable They can grant several or just one, so long as it's within the theme of the Rift. So someone from Britain could technical gain control of like, Air and Water, but not something another Rift would grant.

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

@Irredeemable You know, truthfully I hadn't thought about that. I may redesign the map, or leave it as it is for now and give some reason for it. I mean it was flooded by someone with supernatural powers after all. Surely some weird stuff is bound to happen.

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

What happened to poor Wales?

@Irredeemable

Wales got permanently flooded. #RipWales

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

Character Sheet

Krag Chamapiwa

Character Name: Krag Chamapiwa

Basic Traits

Quote: "I would invite you to introduce yourself either to me, or my fist. I hope you would choose me... I'm a much better conversationalist."

Height: 6'7"

Age:32

Appearance: Krag is the definition of a mountain of man. Everywhere he goes his massive, bulky, and muscle bound frame seems to take up more space then any other object in the room, almost as if he has his very own gravitational pull. Every inch of his skin shows his dedication to hard work, boasting numerous scars, burns, and the color of black from his long life living in Africa underneath the hot sun. In great contrast to his near perfect black skin however are his bright blue eyes that shine with an odd intelligence that seems out of place with his clearly muscle-man type physique, and to further break stereo types his hair shines a bright gold as it stretches down passed his shoulders in a neatly kept braid. Everything about this man seems strong, terrifying, and unwelcoming until he allows himself to smile. Somehow despite living for so long in poverty withing Africa, his teeth are perfectly straight and a shining white that he shows regularly with his charming smile.

Beyond his face and scars, he boasts several tribal tattoos that stretch down his shoulders and back which don't appear to have much meaning although Krag never explains to anyone what they truly represent, and many assume even he doesn't know himself. The entire man is somewhat an enigma, with a terrifying persona, but a rather kind smile and look within his eyes behind it all that often causes other to be uncertain how to act around him.

Ethnicity: African, through and though. His family has lived in tribes from there for as long as any could remember.

Background

History: Krag lived in nothing but poverty before the Rifts occurred. For generations his family had lived in a small tribe which did their best to survive, with moderate success. They were relatively cornered off from most of the world, and for the most part they were able to live in relative peace. This ended when the warlords of the surrounding area discovered them a year before the Rifts opened.
At the time, Krag was going to be elected as chief of the area however when the Warlords came he was forced to leave in order to find any sort of supplies to pay them as their demand for 'protecting' their tribe. He traveled from village to village, begging anyone to lend them supplies so he could save them however none would spare anything. Eventually he came across one small village which swore to help save him.
They were never able to follow through. That very night the Rifts opened above the village and everyone went into a panic. By the time Krag was able to find someone who was calm enough to help, his entire village had been entirely slaughtered. He returned to nothing but bloody and burned corpses, leaving him with nothing in the world.

Rift History: Krag left the village which the Rift had opened up over long before the scientists of the world appeared to study it,
and therefore was able to avoid being discovered for some time.

War History: Krag never truly entered the war. Instead he remained a silent and grieving bystander for some time, wandering off into the world to be quiet and never seen. He stayed a pacifist for some time until he discovered news of a Titan having somehow made it's way to Africa. Because the Order had already imprisoned nearly all the African Rifters, he was the only line of defense to keep the beast from tearing across the landscape, murdering everything it saw. He leapt into action to fight the beast when he discovered it was making a beeline for one of the nearby villages he had taken refuge in, and battled the beast for an entire day and night. Eventually it wounded him so horrifically he was forced to retreat, however his actions had gotten the attention of the Order and reinforcements were sent to eventually subdue the beast. Thanks to his act of power and heroism, the Order offered him a chance to help save lives by fighting off other Titans, and eventually he realized it was his chance to atone for leaving his village behind. Krag accepted and spent the rest of the war standing as the only line of defense against Titans with the other Rifters who had sided with the Order.

Alliance: Krag allies himself with none of the territories. Instead he resides in the Tradezones as a wandering mercenary.

Abilities

Rift: The African Rift

Abilities: Krag gained the ability to control and morph his body in horrific and powerful ways. So long as he has stored up enough energy, Krag can seemingly infinitely generate muscle mass, bone tissue, and skin to the point where he can either heal from wounds for absurd amounts of time or turn himself into horrific and giant creatures made of nothing more then bone, skin, and muscle. These abilties allow him to create armor made of bone, regenerate wounds at impossible rates, and turn himself into nearly ten foot tall versions of himself with far superior strength.

Side effects: Anytime he generates any body tissue, Krag is forced to call upon his own energy to do so. Because of this he is forced to consume massive amounts of food in order to have the energy to use his abilities any time he needs, which means he must always have unholy amounts of food at his disposal if he wishes to use his own abilities.

Personality:

Mission: Krag roams the Rift-Lands only looking for purpose. Ever since his time fighting off Titans has come to an end, he feels a great void in his chest from his mission of atoning for the loss of his tribe. Now he only roams Britain in the hopes that somehow he'll find something that will give him a purpose in life again.

Weaknesses: Krag's greatest weakness is his brain. If it were to ever get damaged, such as a concussion, he loses all of his abilities for some time, meaning he must always be cautious of blows to the head. Beyond this there is his need to constantly consume food,
and his somewhat slower intelligence. Many assume he's dumb, which he's not, however he certainly isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Strengths and Talents: Thanks to his time as a mercenary, Krag is a dangerous and powerful hand to hand fighter which few would want to tangle with. Not only this, he knows how to use fire-arms decently well, and he secretly is an absolutely amazing chef. His talent for cooking is paralleled only by his love of eating that food.

Fears: Krag fears never finding a purpose in his life, and losing his chance to redeem himself. He's also secretly terrified of cats thanks to an event in his childhood, and purposefully avoids the Wildlands for fear of ever running into a dreaded Feline-Hybrid.

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

@Sep I mean if that's your cup of tea, I won't stop you. I'll look forwards to seeing what you come up with!

[Closed]

**Everett Griffin**

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"I'll be perfectly honest, I think you're all idiots. I'll fit in with you just fine."

[ 20 | 5' 7" | An all American mutt, mostly Latin He/Him | 143 ]

[Shame]

APPEARANCE

"Yeah I get it, I'm not that scary. Why the hell would I want to be?"

Everett, otherwise known as Griffin, makes every effort to appear to be the most undiscriminating and friendly fellow you'd ever meet. Nothing about him is particularly imposing thanks to his average height, and while his build may be particularly stocky and muscular it's simply hard to find yourself feeling even somewhat uneasy around his shorter stature and winning smile. His eyes hold a dark green that could almost be directly compared to the color of pine needles and his dark obsidian-black hair coupled with his olive colored skin gives him a laid back and calming persona. If you were to look at him it would be easy to tell that while he's comfortable in the way he looks, he truly doesn't care too much about outward appearances. His long curly locks always seem to just barely be hanging over his eyes and the only way he seems to be able to tame the black mop upon his head is to stuff most of it beneath the dark brown beanie he's never seen without. His features, while fairly firm cut, are nothing to take special notice of and if anyone was honest the only thing that truly stands out from Griffin is the bright smile he carries with him. His clothing, just like the rest of him, remains non-descript as he only wears whatever he feels like is necessary for the day. He'll wear simple jeans and a t-shirt, sometimes even a nice jacket if he feels like it but other than this one could never identify him from just his clothing. The only true constant is that he always wears the same colors: dark browns, blacks, and greens. One simple scar runs across his neck although he never acknowledges it and simply laughs off any questions about the particularly nasty looking mark. Because he always wears longer sleeved shirts, most don't know that he has an entire sleeve of tattoos up his right arm although he doesn't intentionally hide them, and whenever asked about them he simply states that they're of 'personal nature' and leaves it at that.

PSYCHOLOGY

"It's not that I'm being too nosy, I swear. I just... Hate not knowing if something's wrong."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Griffin lives by one motto: No plight goes ignored. He has a bleeding heart, and he wears it for all too see. His job, his education, everything takes a backseat to his one goal and only serves to help him achieve it.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Griffin thinks that the world is unfair, and its cruel nature chooses who gets to feel pain with no reason. To him, the fact that so many people in the world are hurting and others are simply living their lives unaffected by this is a cruel trick of fate from the universe. If someone can help, they should help no questions asked. Never should someone be left on the side of the road because whatever biased Gods exist decided to screw one person in particular over. The very fact that he's able to live his life without all the suffering others endure means, at least to him, that it's his responsibility to help carry others burdens.

SECRETS ⫻ Griffin chooses to hide the true reason he's chosen to help people. Many believe it's due to his sisters murder, however he will never admit that he blames himself for her death. He's also terrified of anyone finding out that he robbed the local convenience store when in high school, and was never caught for it.

DESIRES ⫻ Griffin wants to see pain stop happening to good people, and in his eyes anyone who doesn't want to hurt others is good. If he believes someone is intentionally hurting others, he sees that as the ultimate evil.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Griffin is as straight as an arrow. Truthfully he doesn't care about if someone else chooses to be attracted to anyone, to him he just prefers it the old fashioned way.

FEARS ⫻ Griffin fears rejection. Nothing made him feel more powerless then when he learned his sister died while he had done nothing, and he's terrified that if someone rejects his help it will happen again.

REPUTATION ⫻ Griffin is the quintessential "Good Guy" of the town. Most people know him, they all know if they ask for help he'll be there, and he's always kind. The only problem with this is that it's then quite easy to take advantage of him, and everyone knows if they need a sap to manipulate, Griffin is their guy.

PET PEEVES ⫻ Bullies, bad music taste, and know-it-alls. Also people who use the word 'literally' incorrectly.

QUIRKS ⫻ Griffin loves to go silent and observe the world for a little while. This often leads to some people growing slightly uncomfortable as he simply stops talking and begins to watch.

BACKSTORY

"Everyone has something that they're ashamed of. We can either let it remind us of who we are, or destroy us."

Griffin loves to pretend his life is perfect, and there's nothing going wrong in his life at all. For the most part this is true but he's hiding from one horrible truth: he let his sister die. The two of them grew up in a relatively safe childhood, and were always the closest of siblings despite their larger age difference. Griffin loved his sister more than anything in the world, and even as they grew into adults he always cherished her and supported her in everything she did. Then, one night, on the night he turned 18 he received a call from his parents explaining that his sister had been murdered. Over the next few weeks they found that she had been in abusive relationship, and one night her boyfriend had gotten too far down the bottle and had lost control before going into a drunken rage. The idiot never realized what he was doing and by the time he came to his senses, it was too late and there was blood on his hands. To Griffin this destroyed everything he had thought about the world... And he would always remember the fact that his sister had told him only a week prior that she was beginning to grow worried about her boyfriend and his destructive tendencies.

"Give him one more week. Just one more. I'm sure you'll see it's all fine." He had told her, knowing that a break up would only cause his sister more stress at the time. That event changed everything for him. The world was cruel, and chaotic. His sister had been a good person and she had been beaten to death in her very home. Never again would he stand by and ignore a call for help like that. Hopefully, some day, he would recover from the shame of not protecting her. Telling her to stay with her boyfriend is his greatest kept secret, and he won't ever tell anyone of that mistake. Ever since this event he's shaped his life by it.
Every tattoo upon his body is a work in progress, reminding him of every-time he tried to help someone, no matter how small. Each time he feels like he may have made a difference he goes to get another mark upon his skin, slowly growing the sleeve of ink.

From then on he set out into the town in order to force himself into avoiding self pity. He got a job, he paid his bills, he bought his own place... Anything to keep him busy in-between going out to do his usual charity.
Eventually, he hopes that if he does enough good deeds he'll be able to push passed the loss of his sister.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Jack of all Trades doesn't really suit me... I'm kind of only good at one or two things ya' know? And then I'm decent at the rest."

[Athletics] ⫻ Griffin loves to run. He played football in highschool and although those days are behind him he'll never be able to shake his love of the sport. Because of this he's maintained his strength, still runs in the mornings, and has decent hand-eye coordination. It's certainly nothing to truly boast about however it does keep him in decent shape, and he takes a silent pride in the fact that he was always the fastest in morning warm ups.

[Mechanics] ⫻ As his occupation, Griffin works with cars at the local shop. Fixing them, washing them, changing the tires or simply giving them a new paintjob he's learned to do most of it in his time working there. It's certainly not his greatest passion however he does enjoy it and works hard there. Even though he won't admit it, he has quite a knack for anything mechanical and proves to be incredibly talented with the machinery.

[People Skills] ⫻ The only thing truly remarkable about Griffin's skills are his abilities to understand people. He can read emotions with the best of them, he always seems to have an encouraging word for those who need it, and he can easily tell when someone is hurting. The only thing that seems to be beyond him is his ability to tell lies from truth, as he has an unrealistic faith in the people he communicates with and simply can't admit that they may not have the best intentions.

ABSTRACTION

"I always thought I was good at walking in peoples shoes but this is ridiculous."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ His sigil rests directly on the left side of his chest, just above his heart. It's shape seems to be two circles, one black and one grey, both circling each other and about to touch however they are just out of reach, much like an incomplete ying-yang.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Astral Projection: Allows Griffin to leave his body to walk the land as an invisible ghost

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Astral Projection allows Griffin to entirely abandon his physical form and roam the earth in an invisible, incorporeal form. When he does this his own body grows unconscious and will remain that way until he chooses to return to it. While in this form he has the ability to freely walk through objects, fly, and even communicate with other Awakened so long as he chooses to allow them to be able to see him. The form does have limitations however as he's entirely unable to interact with any sort of physical objects unless he chooses to enact the second part of this ability, which is Astral Possession. By doing this he can enter someone elses body and see through their eyes while also feeling what they feel. He can communicate with them though telepathy and even somewhat affect their senses however he cannot in any way control them, their actions, or their decisions. He is simply a passenger along for the ride, and other Awakened can choose to remove him if they have enough time to concentrate on the task. When possessing another Awakened he also proves to be able to hone in their concentration for them, allowing them to think faster and even somewhat amplify their own abilities.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When near the mountain, Griffin gets an entirely new set of abilities compared to his regular Astral Projection. When in this state he can leave his body and freely interact with the physical world around him just as his regular body might. Beyond this, he now can fully possess people, however if they choose to reject him he finds it difficult to control them.
AURA SENSING ⫻ Griffin can sense anyone in pain, whether physically or mentally, so long as he's within the range of vision of them. The stronger the pain and the more likely he is to sense it quickly. His only other ability is to sense when people are truly happy.

LIMITS ⫻ Griffin has unlimited range, and no time limit, while astrally projecting, but the further he gets away from his real body, the weaker the link gets. He'll get slower, and his field of vision will be significantly reduced past a seventy-two meter radius. Unless he inhabits a body, then he can go wherever the host goes with no limits (until he leaves to move around). Speaking of his ability to hitch a ride, he can easily be forced out of someone's body with a bit of concentration (it's easier for an Awakened to do it than a regular person).

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Griffin's body, while astrally projecting, is left defenseless as his consciousness is leaving his body. Thus, he's a hollow husk, and is vulnerable to all sorts of harm. Entering someone else' body also has a deathly drawback; he'll begin to absorb parts of their personality and memory over time. Which means he'll adopt pieces of them into himself subconsciously... at the cost of his own memories and personality. Overusing it will cost Griffin everything that makes him, him. In addition, while riding along in someone's body, he feels all the pain they feel, and can possibly be killed.

OTHER

"Meh, having a brain is over-rated. It just keeps us from exploring our own creativity."

**Clayton 'Clay' Penrose**

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"Danger is the only excitement in life... I just wish all this damn excitement wasn't frowned upon so much."

[ 20 | 6'3" | Caucasian/Native American Him/He | 179 ]

[Dread]

APPEARANCE

"Do me a favor... Try not to go for my face while I kick your ass."

Clay is without a doubt eye-catching in his own, special way. When one looks at him the first thing to notice is easily his bright caramel colored eyes that always seem to have some sort of mischief about them. Anytime anyone would look at him there are always murmurs of 'that boys up to trouble' or disapproving shakes of the head. One look into his eyes and anyone can tell he's plotting something. Beyond this his hair and face continue to add on to what many people would begrudgingly admit is a fairly attractive man. His skin is a darkened brown and red, almost as if he was always just slightly sunburned, while his hair is the purest black one could find. It hangs down his back in a way which is just long enough to wave in the soft breeze. All of his features are chiseled and sharp, giving him an intense yet pleasing persona even though he never quite intends it.

This, coupled with his somewhat impressive height causes him to always wander with a confident aura about him that many would never deny borders on being outright arrogant. His clothing rarely changes from day to day, always including jeans which generally have some sort of hole or tear in them, a tank top at all times even when the weather shouldn't allow it, and a worn denim jacket that he never leaves home without. Lastly he always seems to have a red bandanna wrapped around his forehead to keep his slightly longer then average hair from getting in his face.

All along down his hands and up towards his wrists are several small scars which come from his time constantly getting into trouble and into scrapes. If he was to take off his shirt several more, and much more evident scars would be seen which he would gladly discuss and explain how he got every single one with a definite grin upon his face.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Yeah, yeah I get it I'm a bit of a handful... But don't you dare deny I'm the life of the party."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Clay lives his life to distract himself from whats to come. He wants to have the most excitement possible in the shortest amount of time.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ For Clay, living isn't living unless something is being risked. If you aren't taking a chance, you're missing out on the game of life where everything is at stake and it's the only game worth playing. You've only got a short time on the earth and it's not worth wasting when you could have been grabbing ahold of everything it had to offer.

SECRETS ⫻ Clay hides very little from anyone, claiming that the only reason to try and hide something is if you're ashamed of it. That being said, he hides his family from absolutely everyone, never talking or mentioning them once.

DESIRES ⫻ Clay wants to escape what he knows is coming for him. He knows for a fact that his fate his catching up and his only chance to escape is to keep playing the game of life until eventually he loses, and gets to escape the end goal.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Clay's been around the block and tried everything there is to try. He doesn't really claim a certain sexuality, but anyone watching him can tell he has eyes for ladies more than anyone else.

FEARS ⫻ Clay fears his own family, and his own potential for following in their footsteps. Everything he does is to try and ignore that basic primal fear. He also has an uncanny fear of being caught off guard. Startling him is never a good move.

REPUTATION ⫻ Clay is the trouble maker, but one people can't help but tolerate. He'll do something incredibly stupid, such as a massive prank or an insane stunt, however he never involves anyone in it that doesn't want to. People tolerate him because outside of this, he's not much harm. He goes to work, and works hard. It's when he's off the clock that everyone grows worried.

PET PEEVES ⫻ Clay hates people who feel sorry for themselves. He infinitely more respects those who would simply suck it up and deal the hand they've been dealt. The only thing he hates more than this is people who can't mind their own damn business.

QUIRKS ⫻ When he's alone, or with a group he trusts, Clay has no impulse control. If he see's something he thinks might be exciting, he jumps on it and just does it. It's common knowledge that when Clays around you should always have a camera, and the number for an ambulance, on hand.

BACKSTORY

"I'm sorry, I must have missed the part where I said you could ask me about my life."

Clay lived in the city up until 6 years ago, when he and his mother moved into town. Since then Clay has made friends, and a reputation, for himself that most know about. His mother however is entirely reclusive and nearly no one in the town can even say they've held more then a few sentences of conversation with her. Any rumors about her are conflicting, with some saying she's the sweetest old lady around, and others saying she's quite possibility the meanest resident to live there in years. The fact is, all of these stories are true. Clay's mother suffers from a unique mental disorder which forces her to harshly swap between several different personalities, all with their own unique and disturbing traits. This causes Clay to feel ashamed of his mother, and he only stays in the house long enough to take care of her needs, otherwise he's off to work to pay the bills that she can't.

The reason Clay is so quiet about this is due to one simple reason: his grandfather had this disorder, as did his great grandfather. He knows it's hereditary, and he's doomed to the same fate as his mother. Because of this he lives his life to the fullest, trying to distract himslef from his inevitable fate of absolutely going insane. He want's absolutely anything but that, and prays that one day one of his stupid stunts ends with him never getting up and escaping everyone he knows someday seeing him this way.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Yeah, I do some stupid stuff. But name one person that can do them as well as I can."

[Acrobatics] ⫻ Clay has no official training in Acrobatics but never once has he let that stop him. Because of his Daredevil stunts Clay finds nearly no object unclimbable, no distance too dangerous for him to jump, and nothing too stupid for him to try. It's certainly no Olympic display, but for someone who's self taught, it's fairly impressive.

[Crime] ⫻ Thanks to his mischievous ways, Clay has found himself learning skills rather surprising for someone of his stature. He's never used them in any harmful way, instead choosing to use them as tools for pranks, but nonetheless he hopes someday his abilities to pick pocket and pick locks may come to actual use.

ABSTRACTION

"Pain sure is a hell of a thing... At least it's worth something to me."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Clays sigil is a simple gothic looking X upon his forehead, hidden by his bandanna.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Abhorrence Osmosis: The ability to draw upon others negative emotions in order to enhance Clay's physical form

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ (I realize you said to shy away from powers about the body, so I'll understand if you want me to change this!) Clay feeds off of others negative emotions, specifically those based in kinds of fear. By physical touch he can take these fears and absorb them into his own body, temporarily granting relief to those who feel such terror, and this fear then briefly changes and empowers him based on how intense or long lasting the fear had been manifesting within the users mind. While he has this power his body is morphed to become faster and stronger while also taking tendencies towards what the fear-vector was afraid of. For example if he were to take fear from someone who had a long lasting phobia of spiders, he would also possibly grow legs, or be able to climb upon walls, Ect. If it so happens that these fears are a long-going and deep rooted fear (such as true dread), Clay receives much more power and physical changes.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Clay is quite possibly the only person who doesn't ever want to have his powers amplified by the mountain, as when in its presence he is forced to draw upon the truly biggest source available to him: himself. When this happens, he becomes exactly what he dreads: a monster with incredible strength and an absolutely unreasonable mind. This is when he achieves true insanity.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Clay can see Auras of those who intend on causing danger, however he can only do this when they are practically right in front of him. Beyond this his only other aura seeing ability is to see when people are scared, however this is a fairly short ranged ability unless it is an intensely amount of fear.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

OTHER

"I don't know what I'm running towards, but I sure as hell know what I'm running from."

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

@Puffhead If it's going to mess with your plans, then I'd rather not be that guy. If it isn't going to ruin anything, and it's cool for you I would conform to any limitations you would place upon me.

@Sep

No, no it's totally fine if you place your character from that Area! I would just ask that you make him a migrant from there, mostly for your sake as... Well, no one is going to be over there to interact with your character. But be my guest! There's going to be several smaller tribes from that area and I'm only going to be using one in particular for the plot, so you are more then welcome to create your own backstory there.

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

@Sep I will by far be the first to admit... I am an ignorant yank who doesn't know the geography very well. So with that being said! There actually are some tribal groups over in that direction! I didn't add them because I wanted people to choose their first characters within the boundaries of the usual Rifts, but I can add them if you want! They were going to be a later plot point.