Roman

Ju-V

V O R P A L

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^{F R E D E R I C K ' F R I T Z ' J A C K S O N ◼ N O V E M B E R 2 1 ( 1 7 ) ◼ M A L E}

^{"I cut my losses a long time ago."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Cut from a different cloth."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5' 8"

◼ WEIGHT | 130lbs

◼ BUILD | Skinny

◼ HAIR COLOR | Dark brown.

◼ EYE COLOR | Gray and dark.

◼ OTHER | Multiple tattoos scattered across his body, none professionally done - mostly stick'n'poke jobs in community kitchens or on street corners. Some scarring, slashes from accidents while experimenting with his abilities, but patchy burns too from fires, cigarettes, etc.

//DESCRIPTION:

Undeniably, and even uncomfortably, Fritz looks rough for his age; he's been forced, through abuse and his own retreat from the social system, to mature ahead of his time. Rough living combined with less food than a growing body needs, but more cigarettes and alcohol than a growing body should get, makes him look haggard despite his young age, and while he miraculously retains youthful vitality, he's still marked by scars, burns, and stick'n'poke tattoos from his time on the streets, and his eyes speak of years he shouldn't have lived yet. His hair is cut pragmatically short by himself (it's difficult to maintain a salon hairstyle living rough, and long hair is a disadvantage in fights) and his clothes are hand-me-downs, found-threads, and the occasional better-quality garment, inevitably stolen.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Let's cut to the chase."}

Fritz' parents were young, naive, broke, and immature, and yet still thought they could raise a child on good intentions and perseverance. They were wrong. Fritz was a tricky child, fierce, bold, and ultimately unsuited to the docile, easily-malleable role of a walking talking dress-up-doll his mother and father had hoped he'd be. Eventually, unable to cope, they gave him up to the state, hoping he'd find better care with a foster family who were more equipped to handle the turmoil of parenting. Again, they were wrong. Bouncing through the system, in and out of care homes and foster families, enduring scattered abuse both physical and emotional in the process, eventually molded an already precocious child into a ferocious one, convinced he was innately unwanted, plagued by abandonment disorder, and maturing before his time into the kind of independence and self-reliance born only from neglect. He struck out of the social system entirely and onto the streets in his early teens and, never having a stable home foundation in the first place, never looked back.

His time on the streets helped him develop his already volatile psyche, and when his powers awakened he was only pushed further over that edge. A spree ensued: starting slow with non-violent mugging and burglary, it quickly escalated to assault, armed robbery, culminating in an attack that, pending the results of the victim's coma, could stick at GBH or escalate to manslaughter.

The law caught up with him rapidly, and disarmed, the young teen was of little threat to trained officers. Aegis found him in the holding cells, and in their campaign took on his legal battle. Looking at being tried as an adult, despite his age, Aegis somehow convinced the judge and state defense that the boy should be given one final chance at the Metahuman Rehabilitation Centre; they would provide the stable home and nurturing foundation Fritz had never had the chance to know, and give him the opportunity to harness his natural cleverness and well-earned street-smart cunning for the betterment of himself and his fellow man, Metahuman or otherwise.

Fritz didn't really see that he had much of choice.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"Cut the crap."}

Fritz is content to play along with Aegis' rules and the court terms of his inpatient stay at the Centre, seeing it as an opportunity to hone his abilities and observe the workings of the organization, assured that he'll be able to discern something of value for use in the outside world. However he is naturally distrustful of authority figures, and quietly convinced that Aegis too will inevitably abandon their promise and palm Fritz off to somewhere else. He's braced himself mentally for when that happens, and very ready to return to the streets. It is, to Fritz, simply a matter of time.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"The world's pretty cut-throat."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ Aichmokinesis | The control over, and manipulation of, sharp edges and piercing points.

Fritz passively hones the sharpness of any held cutting or piercing implement to the absolute limit of its potential, but can also focus to take it beyond that, eventually producing a blade that can effortlessly cut down to the molecular level, cleaving cleanly through even rock and steel.

Alternatively, he can extend the cutting edge beyond the end of the blade, ultimately wielding a kitchen knife like a claymore.

//SKILLS:

◼ CQC, Survival, Street-Smarts | Naturally, Fritz has taught himself to be quick with a blade and how to properly handle all manner of knives. He's also well-versed in survival skills and how best to approach people to get what you want. He has no aversion to denting his pride or spending some dignity if it will further his goals, and his time in the streets (and accidents in his own power experimentation) has left him comfortable with physically-repulsive situations and first aid.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ Conduits Not Included | Fritz requires an item with a cutting or pre-sharp edge in order to hone it; a knife, a saw, a needle, some bolt cutters, even a page of paper. If it has the ability to cut, slice, or pierce, Fritz can enhance it - but he can't turn a flat piece of wood or a plastic tube into a blade to cleave the heavens. He also requires constant physical contact with the item; he can't enhance something he's not touching, and once he lets go of the item it loses his enhancements. An enhanced blade will also 'blunt' as it's used, so Fritz must put considerable effort into keeping an edge sharp, and bad-quality blades will blunt faster and be harder to enhance. Finally, the bigger the blade, the better the enhancement, but the harder and slower it is to sharpen.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ You Can't Sharpen Fists, Brought A Knife To A Gunfight | Disarming Fritz deprives him of an object to channel his ability through and therefore renders his power impotent. He's also naturally quite simple to handle at range, and can be detained and incapacitated as simply as the average 17-year-old street urchin.

Ju-V

<Snipped quote by Roman>

Vorpal.

@Retired

Vorpal's much better, thank you.

@Roman Maybe someone along the lines of Robert Sheehan? I know he's probably kinda old, but that's the first person that came to my mind when I read the sheet lol.

@Venus

Robert Sheehan a bit too cheery-faced for what I'm going for but it put me along the right lines. Robert Sheehan -> Misfits -> Joe Gilgun -> This is England.

Although if someone has a scrangly-er, scruffier, more-beat-up pick I'm all ears.

Ju-V

Suggestions on a face claim and/or a better Alias would be welcomed.

Hider

V O R P A L

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^{F R E D E R I C K ' F R I T Z ' J A C K S O N ◼ N O V E M B E R 2 1 ( 1 7 ) ◼ M A L E}

^{"I cut my losses a long time ago."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Cut from a different cloth."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5' 8"

◼ WEIGHT | 130lbs

◼ BUILD | Skinny

◼ HAIR COLOR | Dark brown.

◼ EYE COLOR | Gray and dark.

◼ OTHER | Multiple tattoos scattered across his body, none professionally done - mostly stick'n'poke jobs in community kitchens or on street corners. Some scarring, slashes from accidents while experimenting with his abilities, but patchy burns too from fires, cigarettes, etc.

//DESCRIPTION:

Undeniably, and even uncomfortably, Fritz looks rough for his age; he's been forced, through abuse and his own retreat from the social system, to mature ahead of his time. Rough living combined with less food than a growing body needs, but more cigarettes and alcohol than a growing body should get, makes him look haggard despite his young age, and while he miraculously retains youthful vitality, he's still marked by scars, burns, and stick'n'poke tattoos from his time on the streets, and his eyes speak of years he shouldn't have lived yet. His hair is cut pragmatically short by himself (it's difficult to maintain a salon hairstyle living rough, and long hair is a disadvantage in fights) and his clothes are hand-me-downs, found-threads, and the occasional better-quality garment, inevitably stolen.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Let's cut to the chase."}

Fritz' parents were young, naive, broke, and immature, and yet still thought they could raise a child on good intentions and perseverance. They were wrong. Fritz was a tricky child, fierce, bold, and ultimately unsuited to the docile, easily-malleable role of a walking talking dress-up-doll his mother and father had hoped he'd be. Eventually, unable to cope, they gave him up to the state, hoping he'd find better care with a foster family who were more equipped to handle the turmoil of parenting. Again, they were wrong. Bouncing through the system, in and out of care homes and foster families, enduring scattered abuse both physical and emotional in the process, eventually molded an already precocious child into a ferocious one, convinced he was innately unwanted, plagued by abandonment disorder, and maturing before his time into the kind of independence and self-reliance born only from neglect. He struck out of the social system entirely and onto the streets in his early teens and, never having a stable home foundation in the first place, never looked back.

His time on the streets helped him develop his already volatile psyche, and when his powers awakened he was only pushed further over that edge. A spree ensued: starting slow with non-violent mugging and burglary, it quickly escalated to assault, armed robbery, culminating in an attack that, pending the results of the victim's coma, could stick at GBH or escalate to manslaughter.

The law caught up with him rapidly, and disarmed, the young teen was of little threat to trained officers. Aegis found him in the holding cells, and in their campaign took on his legal battle. Looking at being tried as an adult, despite his age, Aegis somehow convinced the judge and state defense that the boy should be given one final chance at the Metahuman Rehabilitation Centre; they would provide the stable home and nurturing foundation Fritz had never had the chance to know, and give him the opportunity to harness his natural cleverness and well-earned street-smart cunning for the betterment of himself and his fellow man, Metahuman or otherwise.

Fritz didn't really see that he had much of choice.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

---

^{"Cut the crap."}

Fritz is content to play along with Aegis' rules and the court terms of his inpatient stay at the Centre, seeing it as an opportunity to hone his abilities and observe the workings of the organization, assured that he'll be able to discern something of value for use in the outside world. However he is naturally distrustful of authority figures, and quietly convinced that Aegis too will inevitably abandon their promise and palm Fritz off to somewhere else. He's braced himself mentally for when that happens, and very ready to return to the streets. It is, to Fritz, simply a matter of time.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"The world's pretty cut-throat."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ Aichmokinesis | The control over, and manipulation of, sharp edges and piercing points.

Fritz passively hones the sharpness of any held cutting or piercing implement to the absolute limit of its potential, but can also focus to take it beyond that, eventually producing a blade that can effortlessly cut down to the molecular level, cleaving cleanly through even rock and steel.

Alternatively, he can extend the cutting edge beyond the end of the blade, ultimately wielding a kitchen knife like a claymore.

//SKILLS:

◼ CQC, Survival, Street-Smarts | Naturally, Fritz has taught himself to be quick with a blade and how to properly handle all manner of knives. He's also well-versed in survival skills and how best to approach people to get what you want. He has no aversion to denting his pride or spending some dignity if it will further his goals, and his time in the streets (and accidents in his own power experimentation) has left him comfortable with physically-repulsive situations and first aid.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ Conduits Not Included | Fritz requires an item with a cutting or pre-sharp edge in order to hone it; a knife, a saw, a needle, some bolt cutters, even a page of paper. If it has the ability to cut, slice, or pierce, Fritz can enhance it - but he can't turn a flat piece of wood or a plastic tube into a blade to cleave the heavens. He also requires constant physical contact with the item; he can't enhance something he's not touching, and once he lets go of the item it loses his enhancements. An enhanced blade will also 'blunt' as it's used, so Fritz must put considerable effort into keeping an edge sharp, and bad-quality blades will blunt faster and be harder to enhance. Finally, the bigger the blade, the better the enhancement, but the harder and slower it is to sharpen.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ You Can't Sharpen Fists, Brought A Knife To A Gunfight | Disarming Fritz deprives him of an object to channel his ability through and therefore renders his power impotent. He's also naturally quite simple to handle at range, and can be detained and incapacitated as simply as the average 17-year-old street urchin.

Roman's Scrapbin

C A L L A H A N
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^{_{"How vain to sit and write, when you have not stood and lived."}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Harlan G. N. Callahan Danielewski _________________________________________________________ August 27th, 2000 | 23 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | Male | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ New Orleans | Louisiana | Amerca_________________________________________________________ HouseTBD | TeamXX - TBD ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B U I L D || Tall, lean. ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Colour ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Colour ◼ H E I G H T || 6'4" ◼ W E I G H T || 190 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Slight natural tan - ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Pursue the education he missed the opportunity for while caring for his mother. His love of books and novels sustains and comforts him, but he's reached a point where he's too full of other people's work, and he needs to let himself overflow and spill over with his own stories. Callahan needs time and space to discover who he really is, beyond his mother's caretaker and father's replacement. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Graduate higher education and understand - and eventually master- his abilities. Ugly as it may sound, he feels unshackled following the passing of his mother, and now wants to throw himself headlong into a world that has been steadily drifting past him the last six years. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► TBC - _________________________________________________________

▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Callahan is the eldest of 4; 2 brothers in the middle and his sister, the youngest, all of whom he has watched over carefully, effectively since his first brother could walk. His father meant well, but worked hard - too hard - and while he wasn't abusive when he drank, he was neglectful. His mother was loving and doted on all of them, but there were no funds to spoil them with and no free time to raise them by herself. Callahan stepped in, a silent pact to do the job his father either couldn't or wouldn't, and his mother felt equally guilty and grateful. And then Callahan's mother got sick, and then she got worse, and then his father - already working himself to death to provide what little finances they had - buckled under the pressure and fled entirely. The brothers and sister did what they could, and to their credit, they rallied valiantly beneath Callahan's soft guidance. The brothers old enough to work - Callahan himself and his first brother - did so, bringing money into the household; his second brother studied, hard, as did his sister, and between the two of them they also maintained the household. Callahan rose to the occasion nobly, and kept the family together while caring for their steadily declining mother, and trying to locate their absent father. Somewhere along the way, Callahan realised he'd lost any sense of individual, his own needs buried beneath those of his family. Six years later, their mother finally passed. The siblings were devastated, but also prepared. Callahan's abilities had awakened in the interim period, and while he'd thought little of them amidst the unravelling tragedy of their lives, his siblings saw in Callahan someone truly capable of great and beautiful things, and someone who surely deserved the chance to achieve those things. They were aware of P.R.C.U., aware of H.E.L.P. and H.I.T., aware of the academy and all the potential it held for Callahan. The night after the evening of the wake, his brothers and sister, weeping and smiling in equal measure, presented Callahan with the brochures, the leaflets, the course guides. They also presented him with a letter of invitation, and tickets for the journey. They held each other close and cried until they could produce no more tears, and then cried some more. A week later, Callahan set off for Dundas Island. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || SCRIPTOKINESIS // ACTUALISED NARRATIVE __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||FUNDAMENTAL Callahan's ability allows him to manipulate the written word, and through it, the world around him. Fundamental primary use: able to extract singular words from written language, and manifest the meaning or concept represented by that word. For example, 'fire', 'burn', and 'ignite' become flame or sparks to set something alight; 'light',' bright', and 'dazzle' become glowing beacons; 'cut', 'slash', and 'slice' become sharp, inky blades; 'push', 'shove', and 'shunt' become short, forceful nudges. If the word is written, and its meaning straightforward and understood, then Callahan can manifest it for his own purpose. Mundane secondary uses: able to alter written word by thought; able to automatically transcribe his own thoughts, or the words of anybody speaking aloud within earshot; innate memorization of anything read; able to make written word verbalise itself; able to innately understand the written word of any language. L I M I T A T I O N S || If a word is too complex, or its meaning not understood by Callahan, he cannot manifest it. Manifested words are a one-time use only; you get one shove, one slash, one spark, then it collapses back into its material. Objects manifested from words are made of what the text was formed from - ink, graphite, charcoal etc. - and while are as solid as they need to be for their purpose, are easily distinguishable from their actual counterparts. Callahan cannot manifest abstract or philosophical concepts like 'death' or 'freedom', and cannot manifest living beings, or directly alter their states - physical, mental, emotional - though a manifested word (e.g. 'angry', 'tired', 'drunk', or 'crippled'). Manifested words do not return to the page they were taken from after use. Only written words can be manifested. W E A K N E S S E S || Callahan requires written word to be accessible to manifest it. He can also 'use up' words too quickly if he's not careful, as used words don't replace themselves, and each manifestation only has a one-time use. Without access to a source of written or printed text, or the means to write his own words, Callahan is completely powerless. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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_{Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?}

Here you write an in-character response to the above prompt.

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

Here you write an in-character response to the above prompt.

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

Here you write an in-character response to the above prompt.

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Roman's Scrapbin

V O R P A L

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^{F R E D E R I C K ' F R I T Z ' J A C K O N ◼ N O V E M B E R 2 1 ( 1 7 ) ◼ M A L E}

^{"I cut my losses a long time ago."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Cut from a different cloth."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5' 8"

◼ WEIGHT | 130lbs

◼ BUILD | Skinny

◼ HAIR COLOR | Dark brown.

◼ EYE COLOR | Gray and dark.

◼ OTHER | Multiple tattoos scattered across his body, none professionally done - mostly stick'n'poke jobs in community kitchens or on street corners. Some scarring, slashes from accidents while experimenting with his abilities, but patchy burns too from fires, cigarettes, etc.

//DESCRIPTION:

Undeniably, and even uncomfortably, Fritz looks rough for his age; he's been forced, through abuse and his own retreat from the social system, to mature ahead of his time. Rough living combined with less food than a growing body needs, but more cigarettes and alcohol than a growing body should get, makes him look haggard despite his young age, and while he miraculously retains youthful vitality, he's still marked by scars, burns, and stick'n'poke tattoos from his time on the streets, and his eyes speak of years he shouldn't have lived yet. His hair is cut pragmatically short by himself (it's difficult to maintain a salon hairstyle living rough, and long hair is a disadvantage in fights) and his clothes are hand-me-downs, found-threads, and the occasional better-quality garment, inevitably stolen.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Let's cut to the chase."}

Fritz' parents were young, naive, broke, and immature, and yet still thought they could raise a child on good intentions and perseverance. They were wrong. Fritz was a tricky child, fierce, bold, and ultimately unsuited to the docile, easily-malleable role of a walking talking dress-up-doll his mother and father had hoped he'd be. Eventually, unable to cope, they gave him up to the state, hoping he'd find better care with a foster family who were more equipped to handle the turmoil of parenting. Again, they were wrong. Bouncing through the system, in and out of care homes and foster families, enduring scattered abuse both physical and emotional in the process, eventually molded an already precocious child into a ferocious one, convinced he was innately unwanted, plagued by abandonment disorder, and maturing before his time into the kind of independence and self-reliance born only from neglect. He struck out of the social system entirely and onto the streets in his early teens and, never having a stable home foundation in the first place, never looked back.

His time on the streets helped him develop his already volatile psyche, and when his powers awakened he was only pushed further over that edge. A spree ensued: starting slow with non-violent mugging and burglary, it quickly escalated to assault, armed robbery, culminating in an attack that, pending the results of the victim's coma, could stick at GBH or escalate to manslaughter.

The law caught up with him rapidly, and disarmed, the young teen was of little threat to trained officers. Aegis found him in the holding cells, and in their campaign took on his legal battle. Looking at being tried as an adult, despite his age, Aegis somehow convinced the judge and state defense that the boy should be given one final chance at the Metahuman Rehabilitation Centre; they would provide the stable home and nurturing foundation Fritz had never had the chance to know, and give him the opportunity to harness his natural cleverness and well-earned street-smart cunning for the betterment of himself and his fellow man, Metahuman or otherwise.

Fritz didn't really see that he had much of choice.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"Cut the crap."}

Fritz is content to play along with Aegis' rules and the court terms of his inpatient stay at the Centre, seeing it as an opportunity to hone his abilities and observe the workings of the organization, assured that he'll be able to discern something of value for use in the outside world. However he is naturally distrustful of authority figures, and quietly convinced that Aegis too will inevitably abandon their promise and palm Fritz off to somewhere else. He's braced himself mentally for when that happens, and very ready to return to the streets. It is, to Fritz, simply a matter of time.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"The world's pretty cut-throat."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ Aichmokinesis | The control over, and manipulation of, sharp edges and piercing points.

Fritz passively hones the sharpness of any held cutting or piercing implement to the absolute limit of its potential, but can also focus to take it beyond that, eventually producing a blade that can effortlessly cut down to the molecular level, cleaving cleanly through even rock and steel.

Alternatively, he can extend the cutting edge beyond the end of the blade, ultimately wielding a kitchen knife like a claymore.

//SKILLS:

◼ CQC, Survival, Street-Smarts | Naturally, Fritz has taught himself to be quick with a blade and how to properly handle all manner of knives. He's also well-versed in survival skills and how best to approach people to get what you want. He has no aversion to denting his pride or spending some dignity if it will further his goals, and his time in the streets (and accidents in his own power experimentation) has left him comfortable with physically-repulsive situations and first aid.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ Conduits Not Included | Fritz requires an item with a cutting or pre-sharp edge in order to hone it; a knife, a saw, a needle, some bolt cutters, even a page of paper. If it has the ability to cut, slice, or pierce, Fritz can enhance it - but he can't turn a flat piece of wood or a plastic tube into a blade to cleave the heavens. He also requires constant physical contact with the item; he can't enhance something he's not touching, and once he lets go of the item it loses his enhancements. An enhanced blade will also 'blunt' as it's used, so Fritz must put considerable effort into keeping an edge sharp, and bad-quality blades will blunt faster and be harder to enhance. Finally, the bigger the blade, the better the enhancement, but the harder and slower it is to sharpen.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ You Can't Sharpen Fists, Brought A Knife To A Gunfight | Disarming Fritz deprives him of an object to channel his ability through and therefore renders his power impotent. He's also naturally quite simple to handle at range, and can be detained and incapacitated as simply as the average 17-year-old street urchin.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Real men playing Smash main Ganondorf Ike anyway.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

For everyone's information, there's now a Post Catalogue section that can be added to your sheets if desired. Reach out to Wraith or I for the relevant coding.
You can check Luce's or Alyssa's sheets for an example of where it sits.

Roman's Scrapbin

Hider

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

The past few days have been certainly something. I've thought about PRCU (and Ju-V) for awhile. Posted in the OOC/check a bit. Talked with some people here and there about their own thoughts and to just generally reflect on the situation.

To be honest, I do still want to RP Haleigh. She's a character I've had fun writing, one that I've constantly slung posts left and right out for. That being said, I was tempted to leave nonetheless. Admittedly, I've been simmering on issues with this RP, as seen above and in the DMs of the people I've talked to. This wasn't the first time I've had them, as @Lord Wraith would know when the "troll post" issue happened some months ago and ultimately led to a member of this RP being booted and banned from the thread (which itself is a whole another can of worms still half-open, IMO).

Despite all of this, I'm probably going to stay in the long run. However, this decision largely depends on whether or not communication and transparency can happen (for GMs and players). I genuinely do not think PRCU will survive without those two factors being part of it, as much of the drama we have had comes down to such matters. The inclusion of 12 new player slots. The "troll post". And now this. People on both sides end up feeling like they aren't being heard or consulted, leap to conclusions, lash out (myself included, which I apologize for if I've come off aggressive in the past), etc.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I need people to promise (and I mean actually promise, not "yeah, sure" and forget about it) to actually engage and consult each other for me to 100% confirm that I'm sticking around. There is probably a better way to phrase that, but if people are more willing to actually talk things out, rather than have a constant break down in communication like we've had in the past, then I can see this RP thriving and a lot of the drama we've had never occurring again. Otherwise, the cycle is just going to keep repeating and we're going to get nowhere, making it pointless to stick around.

@Kuro

In all seriousness, Wraith and I both are glad that you, and everyone else, have decided to stay and continue writing for P.R.C.U.; it's been a wonderful IC so far, it's fantastic to see how much we're accomplishing (especially as a grizzled veteran of this setting), and Wraith cannot express many things, but one of them is how happy he is to see his magnum opus receive such an overwhelming response.

It's been a crazy couple days and, as you've said, I think the biggest takeaway is the how, ways, and wheres of communication, whether that be GM to player, player to player, or GM to GM. It's also been one big lesson on everyone's expectations of each other.

Ultimately Wraith expects to keep some degree of control and absolute verdict on how the game's run, and the players expect to be kept in-the-loop and properly consulted on impactful meta-game decisions. How do we marry up these at-times conflicting expectations, especially when clear and transparent communication is more important than ever?

Well, that's where we're planning I'll bridge the gap. It's common knowledge that Wraith has long discussed and consulted with me on the PRCU setting, and an open secret that he's continued to push ideas past and spitball off me over the course of the game. As a player, I couldn't (and didn't want to) offer much pushback or dissuasion; this is Wraith's opus, and I'd not do anyone the disservice of presuming to tell them how to run something so dear to them. Do I think the best decisions were made in the course of the game so far? No. Do I think Wraith still had good intentions, and wanted to provide the best possible condition for P.R.C.U? For the most part, certain incidents aside, yes.

Part of my evolving role as co-GM will be a kind of official GM-Player liaison. Wraith and I will always talk an idea or a decision out in the first instance, and then I can tell him what I make of that as a player and what I think the impact will be on the rest of the roster, and how we bring the idea to all of you before implementation. If a decision is completely immutable, then again I'm in a position where I can figure out with Wraith how best to deliver it, and the reasons behind it.

Alongside that, the progression of the game will now be a more collaborative effort with less snap decisions, and also more consistent as Wraith moves into a new stage of life and adapts to a new schedule (or, from what I've heard about other recent first-time-parents in my life, not having a schedule at all), which as we know was the very reasonable concern that spurred the announcement last week.

In the end - yes, we do promise - that's why I've been brought on board in an official capacity.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

I mentioned in Discord a while back that I was considering tracking Luce's scars as her powers keep her alive through physical trauma. I've created a very basic diagram and for those interested or who would like a reference to use when interacting with Luce, IC, this image can now be found in the 'Notes' section of Luce's CS.