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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ The Batman _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | Vigilante | Independent _________________________________________________________ Gotham | New Jersey | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - G C P D P E R S O N N E L ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Street Officer James 'Jimmy' Gordon ◼ Detective Harvey Bullock ◼ Detective Renee Montoya ◼ Senior Detective Crispus Allen ◼ Coroner Dr. Leslie Thompkins ◼ Police Commissioner Gillian Loeb G O T H A M P U B L I C O F F I C E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Gotham Mayor, Aubrey James ◼ District Attorney, Janice Porter ◼ Assistant District Attorney, Harvey Dent ◼ Editor-in-Chief, Gotham Gazzette, Jack Ryder ◼ Field Reporter, Gotham Gazzette, Victoria 'Vicki' Vale G O T H A M P R I V A T E C I T I Z E N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ CEO, Antarctic Industries, Oswald Cobblepot ◼ CFO, Antarctic Industries, Warren White ◼ CEO, Sionis Industrial & Janus Cosmetics, Roman Sionis ◼ COO, Sionis Industrial, Victor Zsasz ◼ Founder and Lead Jeweller, Félin-Bijou, Selina Kyle ◼ CEO, Hightowers LLC, William D. Sommers - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ This is a Batman turned on his head, dynamic reversed, the globally-known basics discarded. Real identity unknown and irrelevant, The Batman feels to been birthed directly from the oppressed suffering of Gotham's working-class, a walking avatar for the ever-looming class war; someone, somewhere, grew tired of the exploitation of the masses, and grew disillusioned with the idea that change would come, tired of waiting for protests and movements and cancellations to enact sweeping change. Waging his war without the backing of Bruce Wayne's usual billions, The Batman is a brutal, unforgiving, resourceful man, leveraging every advantage and exploiting every weakness. While still concerned with petty crime, his efforts are less about prevention or striking fear, and more about inspiration and unification; when a teenager robs a liquor store with his father's snub-nose, is it for thrills? Or is it because eighty dollars in their hand pays for a week of food, and 3 bottles of booze equals 3 nights without the belt across their back? When an unemployed man agrees to play night-watch when a local mob boss needs to move contraband, is it because he's trying to get his foot in the door of organised crime? Or is it because eleven interviews and eleven rejections weigh heavily when the rent cheque is due? And most critically, why mug the lady allowing herself her once-a-month spiced latte treat, when there are hundreds upon hundreds of billions being stolen from the common man every single day? Why not steal it back? This is The Batman's key focus; the Fortune 500, the 10 richest CEO's, the pompous, entitled, exploitative, planet-destructive, callous 1%, who care more about the extra zero on the end of their octuple-figure annual bonus than a mother forced to pick which one of her children to feed each night. The Batman is a soldier, but not in the war on crime; in the Class War. Gotham's real criminals are those in the penthouses, the board rooms, their ivory towers built as headstones upon the planet they are killing. These are the men who need locking away. This is the Batman's mission. He will inspire and bring hope to Gotham's working-class masses; he will frighten and instil fear to those who grow rich from their deaths. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ A true Year Zero for The Batman, he appears in Gotham apparently overnight and begins a brutal campaign against the criminal elements of the city; but while at first the police appear complacent to let him have his fun doing their 'jobs' for them, heads soon turn when it becomes apparent this new vigilante is waging a war on white-collar crime just as fierce as that on violence and gang-banging. Making quick enemies of powerful people, The Batman becomes GCPD's number one priority, and finds himself contending with the 'boys in blue' as just another gang that needs putting down. Naturally, as The Batman wages his war, power balances will shift, and the face of Gotham City will change forever.

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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 ▅▅▅▅▅ Lucille 'Luce' Amanda Calder _________________________________________________________ January 27th, 2005 | 18 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Pan-romantic Ace _________________________________________________________ Houston | British Columbia | Canada ▅ 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 || Lean ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || White-Blonde ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Dark Brown ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-5" ◼ W E I G H T || 103 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Caucasian - ▅ 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Haunted by PTSD and survivor's guilt, Lucille has retreated inwardly, putting up frosty walls to prevent anyone from getting too close and revealing - or forcing her to confront - her trauma. She understands that P.R.C.U. is a great opportunity, far outweighing any prospects she had in Houston, but she needs to overcome her emotional damage before she can begin to truly heal. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Lucille has agreed to attend P.R.C.U. for the opportunities it offers, for both her short-term and long-term prospects. She is aware that she needs professional help to deal with her trauma, and P.R.C.U. is well-equipped to support her with this; she also knows the university is the best place in the world to begin understanding her capabilities, push her personal development, and secure a successful and lucrative future. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Luce's Scars Theme - ▅ P O S T C A T A L O G ▅ P O S T C A T A L O G ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ C H A P T E R O N E THE HOMECOMING TRIALS ◼ #01.07 - In Vivo ◼ #01.35 - Z-Bars ◼ #01.54 - If You Show Me Yours ◼ #01.64 - Never Panic On An Empty Stomach ◼ #01.96 - Corporate Retreat C H A P T E R T W O FIRST CLASS ◼ #02.18 - Staring, The Abyss, and How I Became Haunted ◼ #02.46 - She's In Her 'Rebel' Phase ◼ #02.66 - All Too Familiar ◼ #02.94 - First Day Jitters - _________________________________________________________

▅ 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 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ A Canada Native, Lucille hails from Houston BC, a small mining and forestry town which sees an influx of ecotourism throughout the year. Growing up the youngest child to a single mother of 3, she had few prospects afforded to her; she didn't fare well in school, her brothers were ambivalent to her social failings, and her mother, though meaning well, was simply too overworked and exhausted to properly parent her only daughter. It looked like, unless fate graced her with some great serendipitous incident, she would grow, live, and die in Houston BC. It would seem, then, that fate is in possession of a cruel sense of humour. Fate did indeed visit upon Lucille, but it brought with it calamity, not providence. On a family camping trip - the cheapest way their mother could provide a 'vacation' for the kids - a particularly stormy night brought disaster upon them. Weakened trees from small wildfires finally gave way beneath the force of the storm, and came crashing down directly on their tents. Lucille's brothers were both killed immediately, crushed and speared. Her mother was trapped, both legs broken and pinned beneath a tree. Only Luce was free, but she by no means emerged unscathed; she had escaped being utterly pulverized by the tree-trunk, but errant branches had gored her through, puncturing a lung, her stomach, and unknown to Lucille, her heart; yet she felt no pain, her movement was barely hindered, and she continued to breath and pump blood and walk without severe issue all the way back into town and to the fire station. Her journey allowed emergency workers to mobilize and save her mother - but in the aftermath, it also revealed to Luce and the town that she was far from the normal, unassuming girl she had resigned herself to being. She was a hype, and such a designation came with its own connotations and assumptions. Lucile struggled with survivor's guilt and agoraphobia following her incident, and her mother struggled with losing her sons and receiving only a controversial discovery about her daughter in return. Eventually, it was agreed that the resources she needed were not available to her in Houston; the only place for her was P.R.C.U., and she found herself quickly enrolled and awaiting the ferry in St. Rupert. ▅ 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 || H Y P E R - A D A P T I V E S U R V I V A B I L I T Y __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || DYNAMIC Lucille's hype-gene has mutated specifically alongside her immune system and fight-or-flight response. When presented with physical trauma or sudden terror, before adrenaline floods her blood supply, a unique secondary hormone produced by her hype-gene is secreted from her adrenal glands. This hormone first blocks the receptors at her nerve endings, completely shutting down the nervous system pain response and instead replacing any incoming trauma signals with a direct signal to the endocrine system to produce further and further adrenaline. Then, mutated hype-adrenaline bonds with her muscles and completely replaces the aerobic/anaerobic respiration function, eliminating lactic acid build-up and allowing indefinite function without exhaustion. Finally, the bonded hype-gene hormone and mutated adrenaline flood her skull cavity, pass through the pia mater into the blood vessels of the brain, and signal the activation of an extremely intense, subconscious form of auto-bio-kinesis. This bio-kinesis allows Lucille's lower-level brain functions to take over the immune system response, and enable the rewiring of muscles, organs, blood supply systems, and bones on-the-fly to adapt to endure any and all incoming trauma without ceasing overall bodily function. Once trauma has ceased or the threat has been escaped, the hormone stops signalling, and the mutated adrenaline floods the immune system entirely. The body then expedites the recovery of injury, drawing adrenaline from its various appendages and organs in order to facilitate quickened recovery while allowing maximum up-time of the unconscious bio-kinesis to aid natural physical recovery - and finally, the adrenaline is purged from the brain entirely, shutting off the bio-kinesis and being disseminated as the final healing 'booster'. All these processes combined result in Luce being able to sustain intense physical trauma well above and beyond what would be typically fatal for a human, without feeling pain, losing motor or organ function, or slowing or shutting down - and then being able to recover from the trauma to full-functioning capacity at an increased rate after-the-fact. L I M I T A T I O N S || AMPUTATION, INCINERATION, IMMOBILIZATION While Lucille's ability makes her incredibly difficult to permanently put down, there are limits to the damage she is able to repair. Amputation of any limb will require surgical intervention to reattach; Luce is not able to re-grow missing limbs or hold it in place and heal the separation. Complete incineration of flesh also stymies the healing process. Finally, while Lucille is able to survive catastrophic amounts of physical trauma, she is afforded very little additional strength, and methods to incarcerate or immobilize most people will work just as well on her. In short, while Luce can survive with extreme aptitude, amputation, cremation, or incarceration are effective ways to eliminate her from any active situation, or kill her completely. W E A K N E S S E S || YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR THE HEAD (OR MY EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE) Lucille's ability to adapt and survive hinges on the mutated hype-gene hormone and adrenaline combination reaching her brain and activating her latent bio-kinetic powers. This bio-kinesis is then run subconsciously without active control by Lucille. Without the brain, there is no bio-kinesis - so a sure-fire way to kill Luce is to remove the head, or destroy the brain. Additionally, while Lucille is almost purpose-built to weather injury, her power does little against mental trauma, as evidenced by the lasting emotional scars from her fateful camping trip. She possesses a heavy fear of forests and woodland, especially densely-treed areas, and suffers from agoraphobia, worsening as she leaves urban and city developments. She's also shouldering an unhealthy amount of remorse and self-blame alongside the grief for her brothers, born from survivor's guilt and her mother's difficulties with her after the incident. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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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?}

Luce shifted uncomfortably in her seat, crossed arms seeming to constrict tighter across her chest and her fists gripping tight enough to turn her knuckles white. She looked straight down, avoiding the gaze of her therapist, Dr Gila Mercia.
"Nightmare." She finally offered, after several seconds of silence indicated that she wasn't going to escape without answering.
"Of course; nightmares have a way of surfacing those things we're often using sleep to avoid." Dr. Mercia replied, marking something down on the notepad in front of her. "And what is this nightmare about?"
Luce looked even more uncomfortable, and her eyes started darting around the room, looking for anything to distract or divert, anywhere but the patient, staring eyes of her doctor.
"Lucille, if you don't talk to me, none of this is going to work."
"Forest." She answered, very quickly. "Always the forest."
Gila nodded, and made some more notes.

_{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?}

Lucille shook her head, her hair juddering side-to-side as she shook in short, sharp motions. Dr. Mercia watched her carefully, no hint of judgement or unkindness in her eyes. Luce eventually stopped, and then there was a tangible moment of consideration and dawning realization.
"Help. Have to help." Luce answered, with a grounded assurance that was rare to hear from her.
"Have to help?" Gila prodded, making a quick note on the paper. "Why have to, Lucille? Why do you feel obligated?"
Luce nodded slowly, clearing her throat and taking even, measured breaths.
"I was a disheveled stranger. I needed help. Can't turn someone else away."
Dr. Mercia put her pen down momentarily, smiling at Luce over the rim of her glasses. Luce managed eye contact.
"Very good, Lucille. That's a very noble perspective."

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"I guess...follow the instructions?" Luce offered, uncertain tones marking the edges of her voice. She was struggling to handle the concept emotionally, even the mere idea of an incident on-campus troubling her. P.R.C.U. was meant to be a sanctuary, a safe haven where she could learn and heal - the thought of that safety being shattered loomed over her and cast deep shadows across her mind.
"I can sense you're finding the idea distressing, Lucille. What specifically about the situation upsets you?"
"This school is supposed to be safe." Luce answered, with a good amount of venom behind it. Remorse flashed across her face immediately. Gila gave a small smile of forgiveness.
"We all have a part to play in preserving that safety, Lucille." She said, gently. "And you're better equipped than most to weather danger when it arises."
Luce took a deep breath, steadying herself and forcing her turbulent mind to be quiet.
"You're right." She said, with convincing finality. "I'd help. I'd do whatever I can to help."

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Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Aaaah, fuck it.

'Wind' like 'curving', not 'wind' like 'breezy'

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

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^{_{P O E N A V I D S O N ♦ F E M A L E ♦ 1 8 ♦ G O T H A M}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold."}

A dark, troubled girl, Poe is on-the-run from forces of all kinds - the mundane, the oppressive, the supernatural, the eldritch - but most of all, she is on the run from herself.

Escaping from Gotham after a short stay at Arkham, she remains a 'person-of-interest' to any sapient party aware of her existence. For her part, Poe seeks to drop off the grid entirely, but seems fated to be unable to do so. She has been haunted her entire life, by every corridor she has walked through, every archway she has passed beneath, every stone she has stepped across. The haunting is inside her, and it is hers to release or consume or subdue or, in her most terrible moments, surrender to.

Perhaps there is help in the world outside to calm her world inside; perhaps not. She runs regardless, ever-escaping. All she truly desires is a home to flee to.

A B I L I T I E S:

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^{"What miracle is this? This giant tree.
It stands ten thousand feet high
But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands.
Its roots must hold the sky."}

Poe is a portal.

Within Poe there is a great and terrible labyrinth - an eldritch, shifting space she has dubbed 'The Finite Passage' - and through navigating this labyrinth, she finds her way across the world when she cannot travel in the conventional method. Provided you can navigate it - some journeys easier, some harder - you can arrive at any destination you require. Assuming you don't get lost along the way.

Poe can manifest the Finite Passage two ways: she can disappear into herself, stepping through the portal that is her own body and finding herself on the other side of herself within the labyrinth, re-manifesting at her destination when she has found the exit; or, she can unfold herself into the world around, letting the labyrinth spool out and creep across her surroundings and impose its own surreality upon the world, until it has subsumed where she was and made it where she isn't, just another twisting hallway of the maze. In this way, she can bring others into the Finite Passage in greater volumes, or swallow up those who won't enter the labyrinth willingly.

Poe has a limited degree of control over the labyrinth; well-rested, focused, clear-of-mind, exits manifest plentifully and well-marked, allowing for quick journeys to where she intends to go. Tired, stressed, stricken with strife, the labyrinth becomes confounding, eluding escape and only allowing passage to the most stalwart of navigators. Catatonic, storm-minded, blackout - the labyrinth closes its walls completely. At any time, the Finite Passage is a reflection of the psyche of its avatar, and can present itself as serenely or nightmarishly as is appropriate in the moment.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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<sup>"Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves

moments before the wind."</sup>

Despite her use of it and her limited understanding of its mechanics and relation to her own mind, Poe is deeply frightened by the Finite Passage, and desperately seeks a salve for the labyrinth that is in equal parts intrinsic to Poe herself, and so alien as to be counter to the human understanding of itself and its place in the universe.

Her fear causes irrationality and paranoia, and most of all she is frightened of uncharted territory within the Finite Passage, of which there is, counter-intuitively, potentially endless acres. She has fled from all shelter, been examined by all practitioners, been incarcerated within all walls, and now seeks what she believes may be her last and best chance of not only understanding - from others and herself - but of belonging as well.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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TBC.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

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Short summary of your characters thoughts, feelings and regards for the rest of the cast. Optional and can be added to whenever.

Roman's Scrapbin

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

W Y N D

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^{_{P O E N A V I D S O N ♦ F E M A L E ♦ 1 8 ♦ G O T H A M}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold."}

A dark, troubled girl, Poe is on-the-run from forces of all kinds - the mundane, the oppressive, the supernatural, the eldritch - but most of all, she is on the run from herself.

Escaping from Gotham after a short stay at Arkham, she remains a 'person-of-interest' to any sapient party aware of her existence. For her part, Poe seeks to drop off the grid entirely, but seems fated to be unable to do so. She has been haunted her entire life, by every corridor she has walked through, every archway she has passed beneath, every stone she has stepped across. The haunting is inside her, and it is hers to release or consume or subdue or, in her most terrible moments, surrender to.

Perhaps there is help in the world outside to calm her world inside; perhaps not. She runs regardless, ever-escaping. All she truly desires is a home to flee to.

A B I L I T I E S:

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^{"What miracle is this? This giant tree.
It stands ten thousand feet high
But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands.
Its roots must hold the sky."}

Poe is a portal.

Within Poe there is a great and terrible labyrinth - an eldritch, shifting space she has dubbed 'The Finite Passage' - and through navigating this labyrinth, she finds her way across the world when she cannot travel in the conventional method. Provided you can navigate it - some journeys easier, some harder - you can arrive at any destination you require. Assuming you don't get lost along the way.

Poe can manifest the Finite Passage two ways: she can disappear into herself, stepping through the portal that is her own body and finding herself on the other side of herself within the labyrinth, re-manifesting at her destination when she has found the exit; or, she can unfold herself into the world around, letting the labyrinth spool out and creep across her surroundings and impose its own surreality upon the world, until it has subsumed where she was and made it where she isn't, just another twisting hallway of the maze. In this way, she can bring others into the Finite Passage in greater volumes, or swallow up those who won't enter the labyrinth willingly.

Poe has a limited degree of control over the labyrinth; well-rested, focused, clear-of-mind, exits manifest plentifully and well-marked, allowing for quick journeys to where she intends to go. Tired, stressed, stricken with strife, the labyrinth becomes confounding, eluding escape and only allowing passage to the most stalwart of navigators. Catatonic, storm-minded, blackout - the labyrinth closes its walls completely. At any time, the Finite Passage is a reflection of the psyche of its avatar, and can present itself as serenely or nightmarishly as is appropriate in the moment.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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<sup>"Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves

moments before the wind."</sup>

Despite her use of it and her limited understanding of its mechanics and relation to her own mind, Poe is deeply frightened by the Finite Passage, and desperately seeks a salve for the labyrinth that is in equal parts intrinsic to Poe herself, and so alien as to be counter to the human understanding of itself and its place in the universe.

Her fear causes irrationality and paranoia, and most of all she is frightened of uncharted territory within the Finite Passage, of which there is, counter-intuitively, potentially endless acres. She has fled from all shelter, been examined by all practitioners, been incarcerated within all walls, and now seeks what she believes may be her last and best chance of not only understanding - from others and herself - but of belonging as well.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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TBC.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

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Short summary of your characters thoughts, feelings and regards for the rest of the cast. Optional and can be added to whenever.

Roman's Scrapbin

Hider

so a person is a portal, or holds a portal within themselves, but the portal presents as a liminal space kind of area that needs to be travelled through but ultimately leads to anywhere you want it to, so the person essentially holds a labyrinth within themselves that leads everywhere, but you have to find your way there.

There's a limited degree of control of the exits of the labyrinth too, so if they person is focusing and well-rested they can find the exit they're looking for quickly, but the worse the person is or the less they're concentrating, the longer it takes to find where they're trying to go.

The person can either spool the labyrinth out of themselves and slowly project it across their surroundings until it takes over and subsumes anyone who's in the area, or go into themselves and disappear into the labyrinth completely, reappearing where they come out.

The labyrinth is, at any point, a reflection of the person's mental state, presenting as serenely or nightmarishly as the person is at the time.

The person can, with effort, trap people within their labyrinth by either inviting them in and refusing an exit, or unspooling the labyrinth into their surroundings until it subsumes them and whoever else completely, and then collapsing the labyrinth with their victim within it, and again refusing to manifest an exit.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Just going to do a few little post playing in my own space while I find my footing if that's okay. Don't want to mess up the flow everyone's got built up, but I do have plans to get Selene over when the time is right. Could potentially even offer a on-ramp for @Roman's new character if one hasn't been discussed/decided yet.

@Tackytaff

I'm struggling to find a concept I'm happy with and that excites me, to be brutally frank. There are ideas rattling around, but I'm looking for something particularly bizarre to keep interaction fresh for myself, as that's going to be the driver of the RP going forwards.

I guess watch this space, but don't hold yourself up on my account.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

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What do you have to give thanks for? You live in Canada?

@Sep

Like we're not posting from literal Hell-on-Earth aka TERF island aka tory's playground aka the shittish isles aka 'pretty fucking far from' Great Britain aka United (except for the poor, disabled, queer, or non-white) Kingdom?

Roman's Scrapbin

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

And here I was worried I killed the RP again lol

@Lord Wraith