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Put together a character sheet, let me know if there's anything that needs to be altered or added!

Name: Ronald D. Granthis

Freak Label: He is largely unknown but calls himself Nito

Age: 22

Faction: Freak

Ability: Teleportation, he is able to teleport to any location within 10 feet with ease and even chain these together in rapid succession, the shorter the distance the easier it becomes. If given time to focus, he can teleport to any area if he can recall or visualise it in great detail, usually he will leave a mark at areas he frequents so that he can recall them easier. He is also able to teleport objects and other people but this is more taxing depending on the complexity and distance.

Psychic dullness, he is naturally dull to all forms of psychic waves. This makes them much less effective on him, both for better or for worse. He has no control over this.

Mutation: His skin is green and vaguely resembles that of a snake along his body, his eyes are a pale yellow and operate better under low level-light conditions.

Weakness: Being doused in water will render him unable to teleport until it has been wiped away or dried off. Droplets are fine and any water within the body does not affect this, though if he does anything more than wash his hands then it becomes nearly impossible to use his abilities until they are dry.

Personality: Ron, or Nito as he likes to call himself, is a drifter through and through. Knowing he has little hope for a normal life given his freakish nature and far too concerned for his own safety to get caught up the battles between heroes and villains, he looks out for himself and does what he can to live an easy life and enjoy what parts he can. More often than not he'll simply take what he needs, but usually he employs a robin-hood-esque mentality and only takes from those who won't miss it. He keeps to himself for the most part but if he finds someone he gets along with then Nito will open up and reveal his chatty and relaxed nature.

Appearance: A shorter man, about 5'6, with a slightly chubby build given his propensity to teleport when able. His green skin's colour is matched by his long hair which often hangs over his eyes, he normally wears sunglasses over his yellow eyes when out in daylight along with gloves and layers of hooded clothing to allow him to blend into a crowd when he needs to.

Background: Born in Europe before winding up in the USA with his family trying to avoid the horrors springing up around the world, alas they were unable to conceal the boy's increasingly visibly freakish nature and when he reached 14 years of age they had to send him away to the one place he might be able to live in relative safety. Making it to the under city was easy enough given his instinctive understanding of his powers, upon arrival, Ron was taken into a band of others around his age who were in similar circumstances, the group rolled together and looked after one another in the undercity, Ron occasionally sneaking into the city above and snooping around when he could. Soon he left the group behind and struck out on his own, taking over an abandoned apartment then slowly filling it with furnatiture lifted from fancy homes as well as making his marks around the town so he was able to hop around and maintain a low profile, his main often being storage houses where he could pinch supplies from without much notice being payed.
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Definitely still open, though what position needs filled will need to be discussed with @Regitnui as I think we are now lacking heroes in compared to villains now, given the disappearance of several players lately.


@Riddle Me This Sounds great.


Cool, I might just make him a neutral entity for now then and see which way he gets swayed.
Is this still open for folks to join up? If so, what sort of areas are kinda lacking in terms of character diversity?

I'm thinking of playing a low-level criminal freak that maybe becomes a lackey to one of the bigger villains, a general annoyance to the heroes or something else along those lines.
@Stale Pizza there is 1 other person ahead of you if you want to wait for a spot


I'd like to be on that list if at all possible.
@Little Eden If a child wants to gear up and take something like a handgun with them will that be done on the way to the gate?
Alphonse cracked his neck from one side to the other as he climbed up out of the rowing boat and onto a sandy beach outside Ravenne, he grabbed his bag and his ever trusty axe from inside the boat then peered up at the morning sun before looking over and across at the village a couple of miles further down the coast. "Well, guess this is it. Can't be riskin' getting too close to the village, y'know." Murmured Peter, the gruff and weathered crew member that had so kindly rowed Al to the shore. "I 'aint gonna' say I'll miss ya' or nuffin' but er...Hope you don't die, alright?"

"Ah, Pate" Al began, speaking softly.
"Pete." He was abruptly corrected before continuing.
"Ah, Pete. Think we both know I don't belong that ship, your kind words are appreciated though, maybe when I've got a ship of my own you can come join me."
"Yeah, right, sure." Pete just rolled his eyes. "Give us a shove off."
With a grunt, the Gull dropped his things on the sand and pushed against the boat to send it back into the sea where the sailor inside it offered a parting two fingered salute and began rowing back out towards the ship he had come from. Al's attention went back towards the town as he picked up his bag and slung it over his back then tucked his hand axe into his belt.

It was not the young man's first time leaving a crew, it was however the first time he had left of his own accord with the good fortune to make it away with not only a rowing boat but also a hefty pouch of gold snagged right out of the ship's hold, granted the crew might not have been so willing to part on good terms if they were aware of that part.

Scrambling up the hill beside the beach that he had landed on, Al hacked his way through a patch of dense bushes before stumbling out onto what appeared to be a well used road, his suspicions of it's use were confirmed when he spied a cart rounding the corner being pulled by a pair of horses. He waved to the driver who halted, looked to be older man, the farming type, though his grey beard rivalled that of any pirate. "You on your way to Ravenne?" He queried in a thick rural accent. "Sure am." Nodded Al. "Don't suppose I could catch a ride?" The farmer seemed sceptical but shrugged his shoulders and gestured to the back of the cart. "Climb in back n' we'll be off." Clasping his hands together in a display of thanks, the seafarer made his way around to the back and hopped up.

The Gull's greedy eyes scanned over the haul of fresh fruit that was stacked in boxes and wooden bowls as he sat down and the cart set off with a jolt, he called out to the farmer as they rode along. "Hey, can I have some of this? Haven't had fruit in ages." The driver looked over his shoulder and simply stared before looking ahead again. "Fine, but just one orange, don't want you dying of scurvy, damned pirates." This caused Al to smirk. "What gave it away? The hat? The axe?"
"The salt in your hair, on your face, and the damn smell too. You'd think being surrounded by water would make it easier to bathe once in a while." The pirate just chuckled as he pulled an orange from one of the boxes and peeled off the skin. "Cheers, and you try staying clean when you've got to sleep and work surrounded by sailors." With a huff, the farmer seemed to retire from the conversation and the rest of the journey passed in a comfortable quiet as the young man enjoyed the sights of greenery giving way to the buildings and small merchant square in the village.

Once the ride was over, the pair parted ways, after Al helped unload some of the fruits of course and was tossed an apple for his help. He stretched and looked over the market, wondering what he should go shopping for first...
The alarm was sudden and long enough to have Marshall jolt awake and sit up in his bed to take a moment to realise what was going on, when it clicked he glanced up with a frown towards the source of the noise for a short while before it ended. He sighed and threw off the covers, the man wore only some loose dark shorts he had been sleeping in as he staggered over towards the corner of his room to where a sink was installed along with a mirror, the water was cold enough to make him shudder as he splashed it over his face and let out another sigh, going to wipe the wetness away with a towel by the side. Only after this did he look towards the LED screen and roll his eyes, he at least had enough time to grab a shower. "Marvellous." He mumbled drowsily, cracking his neck to one side then the other then scratching irritably at the shock collar around his neck, he slipped his pants off and tossed them onto his bed then stepped into the cubicle beside the sink and switching on the warm water.

Stepping out and feeling mildly fresher than a few minutes ago, Mashall curled his fists and let a little heat build up to evaporate a bit of the water from his body then grabbed a towel and dried off the rest, he then proceeded to apply deodorant and toss on his typical garb of dark blue jeans with a black shirt, jacket and gloves. He yawned and searched his cupboard for a breakfast bar which was quickly scoffed down, as he put the empty wrapper in the bin he heard the door open up and turned to face the individual who had been sent to release him. "Time to go already?" Asked Marshall, to which the guard nodded and gestured out into the walkway beyond. Grabbing an orange off the side and tucking it into his pocket for later, the man went along out of the room, the door being shut behind him.

As he peered around the block of cells he could see a handful of others being given the same treatment and taken out of their cells, an eyebrow was raised as Marshall wondered how many were being called up and what it was going to be about. With his hands in his pockets, he proceeded towards the auditorium while followed somewhat casually by the guard, at this point it was largely known Marshall didn't attack employees of the institute, not the guards at least, they were all on the same side as him. He was far from the first to arrive, having taken his time getting ready, unlike some. His usual spot on the front row towards the centre was empty though and he went to sit there, noting some of the other arrivals, Alma was on the floor beside the Lovecraftian hulk that was Daniel and he wasn't even surprised by it, Pinpoint and Blink were sat like regular people but away from the single digits that were nearer to him. He faced forwards, eyebrow raised as he listened to what the Director had to say.
Trying out that first impressions list idea thing, goes in order of numbers, lemme know if I missed anyone!

#7 Team Grouping Evaluation Interviews 1-128

“Alpha? Mmm. She doesn’t seem like she’d be worth messing with, I keep my distance. She’s odd, even by our standards.”

“#2? Not too bad, when she isn’t fighting at least. From what I hear she isn’t a fan of fire though…”

“I think Kass is OK, but I don’t like being too close to her, seems pretty calm when she’s not on a mission at least. Kind of like Alpha.”

“Eli’s a creep. Looks weird, acts weird. I don’t get why him and some of the others are so interested in the things we’re there to kill.”

“Daniel…He’s fine, I guess, not the best for conversation. I like him more than others though, he gets the job done.”

“Psyker, well, she and I are kindred spirits, right? Of course, she ended up with the proper psychic powers, isn’t that why you put her above me?”

“#9, the zombie guy. Too loud for my liking. At least if he’s too annoying you can break his nose and it’ll fix itself.”

“I don’t like that Ansel, or whatever his name is at #10. I think he knows if he ever tried that fusing shit with me he’d get blown away.”

“Echidna…Echidna? Hmm, she’s the one that’s like #2? Hydra babies or whatever, yeah, no strong feelings either way. Other than the weird way she makes more of the stuff we’re fighting.”

“I think I’ve been on a mission with that Blink guy before, he isn’t bad, likes to get up close like me.”

“Alex is alright, damn near normal, or as close as you can get compared to a lot of the other people.”

“#66? The psychic? She’s a little creep, fits in with a few of the others I guess. Doubt she’s very interested in me.”

“That Cipher is a decent guy, I wouldn’t like to babysit him on a mission though, but put him on the same team as some of the other single digits and I’d be more at ease with them.”
cant wait for this to start, i dont know who Kass would interact with the most...


I'm the same, it'll be interesting to see what's in store!
@Riddle Me ThisGo right ahead ^^


Sweet, would it be possible to have a pair of elvish sibling characters? If so, what's the typical lifespan for an elf?
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