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IDK if this is all but the IC is up guys. You may now start posting!
IDK if this is all but the IC is up guys. You may now start posting!
ACT 1
While reading
"Brothers! I welcome you to your new home, your new life and your new cause. This world of men fear us for what we are. They do not know that we just want to live our lives equally as them but they refuse to let us be. They see us as nothing more than monstrosities, a threat to their families, and a burden to a land we share. My father tried ― foolish as what he had been ― to tell those men we are not their enemies. He wanted peace but his absurd ambition only left him astray. Eventually, he met a terrible fate, an unacceptable one if I may add. But we all knew how he valiantly fought ... for our sake. Yet even from his efforts, we are frowned upon still. However, my father left me something. A message from the grave, a ... future! for all of us brothers. Join me on bringing this task to ascension and we will show how much we deserve to live normally just as men do. Even if we have to instill fear before their eyes. For they gave us no other choice."
As you woke up out in the cold, you realized something vague, unfamiliar to what you were perceiving. You heard a message, a speech aimed to people addressed as 'brothers'. Eerie as it sounded, you kept wandering about, drawing to what you deemed strange. Then on a sudden awareness, you found out you're not anymore at the same place as you were.
The door to your room winded its mechanisms, sliding automatically and revealed an intimidating-looking man with dark formal clothing. He nodded at you as if some kind of respectful gesture.
"Our master requested to summon you." The man said in a frigid, sullen approach.
Upon exiting your room, familiar faces came into view, some others were people you've known back from the place you've 'escaped'. A couple of glances were exchanged but all fell dead in the stillness of subtlety. Men with the same dark clothing were escorting them to a station point with most being hinted with a foreboding air of intimidation. Perhaps it was safe to assume that these other people were given the same instructions as you but things couldn't be as erratic as it already were.
The pod pulled to a stop, landing aground on the rails from its elevation. It was a vessel made of steel possessing similar proportions of a standard vehicle. Doors were designed with a circular gap which expands from a compressed closing. As everyone were clustered to an arranged group, one of the dark-suited men stepped forward and pressed a few buttons on the pod's exterior, later letting the doors to each opposite side open. Everyone stepped in including you. Once inside, each found their own seats but due to the sheer number of people, few stood and leaned against a steel bar built inside the pod.
The pod traveled smoothly. As how it seemed, the rails weren't actually a channel used for its movement as the vessel's motion was entirely carried through a circumscribing magnetic field, thus why the pod travels in a gliding fashion.
Silence remained, the ambiance of uncertainty crawled like a spider proceeding to devour its prey. You wanted to escape, the urge of using your powers was but a matter of lurching away from your grasps. However, just as the brink of unleashing it, another one of the men with the dark suits took everyone's attention as he stepped toward the center of the pod's interior.
"You're all probably wondering where you are right now but rest assured, you won't be harmed. Stay calm and wait until you all meet our master. We're actually in no position to tell you where you are but all of your questions will be answered eventually." The man turned away, returning to his seat.
The pod arrived at another station point, seemingly to a district facility different from the previous. Much to your dismay, it was utterly questionable on what surface of the earth you've been walking on lately. A separate group of men with the same dark clothing awaited outside then as you exited the pod and started walking together with the others, they followed along, leading to a particular area.
After a few minutes of walking through halls adorned by finely-crafted lighting, you're now in front of the Simulation room. One of the men stepped forward and punched some buttons from a machine, later initiating a laser scan which allowed the door to open.
"Our master will arrive here soon. All of you must wait here." The man said.
~TL;DR - you're all led to the simulation room and were requested to wait for Lloyd Washterson to arrive. While waiting, you can all make your own interactions.
As you woke up out in the cold, you realized something vague, unfamiliar to what you were perceiving. You heard a message, a speech aimed to people addressed as 'brothers'. Eerie as it sounded, you kept wandering about, drawing to what you deemed strange. Then on a sudden awareness, you found out you're not anymore at the same place as you were.
The door to your room winded its mechanisms, sliding automatically and revealed an intimidating-looking man with dark formal clothing. He nodded at you as if some kind of respectful gesture.
"Our master requested to summon you." The man said in a frigid, sullen approach.
Upon exiting your room, familiar faces came into view, some others were people you've known back from the place you've 'escaped'. A couple of glances were exchanged but all fell dead in the stillness of subtlety. Men with the same dark clothing were escorting them to a station point with most being hinted with a foreboding air of intimidation. Perhaps it was safe to assume that these other people were given the same instructions as you but things couldn't be as erratic as it already were.
The pod pulled to a stop, landing aground on the rails from its elevation. It was a vessel made of steel possessing similar proportions of a standard vehicle. Doors were designed with a circular gap which expands from a compressed closing. As everyone were clustered to an arranged group, one of the dark-suited men stepped forward and pressed a few buttons on the pod's exterior, later letting the doors to each opposite side open. Everyone stepped in including you. Once inside, each found their own seats but due to the sheer number of people, few stood and leaned against a steel bar built inside the pod.
The pod traveled smoothly. As how it seemed, the rails weren't actually a channel used for its movement as the vessel's motion was entirely carried through a circumscribing magnetic field, thus why the pod travels in a gliding fashion.
Silence remained, the ambiance of uncertainty crawled like a spider proceeding to devour its prey. You wanted to escape, the urge of using your powers was but a matter of lurching away from your grasps. However, just as the brink of unleashing it, another one of the men with the dark suits took everyone's attention as he stepped toward the center of the pod's interior.
"You're all probably wondering where you are right now but rest assured, you won't be harmed. Stay calm and wait until you all meet our master. We're actually in no position to tell you where you are but all of your questions will be answered eventually." The man turned away, returning to his seat.
The pod arrived at another station point, seemingly to a district facility different from the previous. Much to your dismay, it was utterly questionable on what surface of the earth you've been walking on lately. A separate group of men with the same dark clothing awaited outside then as you exited the pod and started walking together with the others, they followed along, leading to a particular area.
After a few minutes of walking through halls adorned by finely-crafted lighting, you're now in front of the Simulation room. One of the men stepped forward and punched some buttons from a machine, later initiating a laser scan which allowed the door to open.
"Our master will arrive here soon. All of you must wait here." The man said.
~TL;DR - you're all led to the simulation room and were requested to wait for Lloyd Washterson to arrive. While waiting, you can all make your own interactions.
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Lloyd Washterson
Despite how others described him as a man of patience, it wasn't truly proven to be a part of Lloyd's perplexing qualities let alone a practice he dared not to list in his conformity. Time has always been his greatest enemy even when it bestowed a great deal of knowledge and wisdom over the course of his growth. Never did he become fascinated on how it worked as he saw every cycle he'd encounter to be hindrances contradicting the progress of his ambition. Lloyd always felt time to be inadequate, either it could be short-lived or too extended to move on to the next phase and knowing this structured his relatively impatient demeanor.
The operations room wasn't quite as busy as it would normally be yet even when the air felt far more relaxed and sullen, Lloyd has been nagged constantly from the sheer amount of work he disposed himself at. Paper works dumped in a disorderly file, ink stains marked a fraction of his palm, a spill of coffee soaked an area of his computer desk in a blotted, unappealing image and worst of all, rest became more of a misleading notion than something he'd usually have as a reward. As his thoughts drifted away from the concentration he was reeling in, he cursed by slamming his desk with his fist and buried his face on top of his papers.
"Are you alright master Lloyd?" said the man who wore the usual dark formal clothing. Antoine Flores made an obligation to check his master's health condition and him being stressed out was something he would most likely take a careful lookout. In spite of being far away from the clutches of a detrimental lifestyle, it still wasn't an excuse for Lloyd to disregard a healthy one from inconsiderate maneuvers. Often did he neglect sleep just to finish his businesses outside S.C.A.R. but once noticed by Antoine, it becomes a subject for their usual arguments.
"I'm fine. Cases don't solve themselves so I have to work on some papers before meeting their respective deadlines." Lloyd lifted his head from his papers, grabbing his pen as he continued on filling up some needed information.
"The prisoners. Did you even look at their files?" Antoine asked obliviously.
"Hmm ... Perhaps I can hold this for a while and check on these people Stanley has been talking about. Was the recorded message transmitted to the living quarters?" Lloyd latched on his computer's mouse, accessing a particular folder with the name 'ORB prisoners'
"Yes. They're on their way now actually."
Lloyd felt a slump on his back, later gasping a sigh.
"Great," He then paused as the folder opened individual files containing essential information registered on the security section of the ORB. All of them had the information regarding the prisoner's powers, their criminal records and other data which Lloyd wasn't interested with. "More things to bombard my unpreparedness but regardless, I can improvise."
Upon clicking an individual file, an outline popped out. There was a list of criminal activity along with the specific dates of the cases committed and the exact time of being dispatched to the ORB. On a different side told the prisoner's background information such as the hometown and occupation.
"Carrie Walsh," Lloyd read. "West Coast. Affiliated with drugs and killed several policemen."
"You don't need to read them one by one." Antoine confronted.
"Amusing. Says here she's an illusionist. A manipulator of one's senses. You know what this means Antoine?" Lloyd resumed opening other files as he opened the next one. This time, he didn't read it and only skimmed through the important parts.
"I've no slightest hint." Antoine replied.
Apparently Lloyd have no intentions on explaining the details as he continued skimming every individual's profile.
"This is all amazing. Stanley did an excellent job at choosing the right prisoners." He remarked, continuing his browsing on the files.
On a short notice, another man stepped inside the operations room, particularly walking towards Lloyd's station. As he approached, he cleared his throat to get his attention only to get Antoine's.
"They're all at the simulation room, master Lloyd."
That small announcement alone was enough to pull Lloyd out from the computer.
"Already?" They way he questioned sounded half-surprised. Of course, they were requested to be there but how fast it was done exceeded Lloyd's expectations. "Then I shall be on my way then."
The man nodded as Lloyd stood from his chair and straightened his tie.
"Antoine, inform the others about Charlene. We're going to need a live feed of her comm channel. ORB will have some doubts about her return." Lloyd instructed as he stepped away from his station.
"What about her safety?" Antoine followed.
"Stanley sent two agents just to assure her return. There won't be any bloodshed until our second move."
Antoine gave a nod.
"I'll instruct them."
"Thank you Antoine and also, let Stanley know I've already looked at the files though haven't deliberately studied them yet."
With another nod from Antoine, Lloyd made his way from the operations room. Two men joined him as escorts and altogether left to where the welcoming meeting would be held.
The operations room wasn't quite as busy as it would normally be yet even when the air felt far more relaxed and sullen, Lloyd has been nagged constantly from the sheer amount of work he disposed himself at. Paper works dumped in a disorderly file, ink stains marked a fraction of his palm, a spill of coffee soaked an area of his computer desk in a blotted, unappealing image and worst of all, rest became more of a misleading notion than something he'd usually have as a reward. As his thoughts drifted away from the concentration he was reeling in, he cursed by slamming his desk with his fist and buried his face on top of his papers.
"Are you alright master Lloyd?" said the man who wore the usual dark formal clothing. Antoine Flores made an obligation to check his master's health condition and him being stressed out was something he would most likely take a careful lookout. In spite of being far away from the clutches of a detrimental lifestyle, it still wasn't an excuse for Lloyd to disregard a healthy one from inconsiderate maneuvers. Often did he neglect sleep just to finish his businesses outside S.C.A.R. but once noticed by Antoine, it becomes a subject for their usual arguments.
"I'm fine. Cases don't solve themselves so I have to work on some papers before meeting their respective deadlines." Lloyd lifted his head from his papers, grabbing his pen as he continued on filling up some needed information.
"The prisoners. Did you even look at their files?" Antoine asked obliviously.
"Hmm ... Perhaps I can hold this for a while and check on these people Stanley has been talking about. Was the recorded message transmitted to the living quarters?" Lloyd latched on his computer's mouse, accessing a particular folder with the name 'ORB prisoners'
"Yes. They're on their way now actually."
Lloyd felt a slump on his back, later gasping a sigh.
"Great," He then paused as the folder opened individual files containing essential information registered on the security section of the ORB. All of them had the information regarding the prisoner's powers, their criminal records and other data which Lloyd wasn't interested with. "More things to bombard my unpreparedness but regardless, I can improvise."
Upon clicking an individual file, an outline popped out. There was a list of criminal activity along with the specific dates of the cases committed and the exact time of being dispatched to the ORB. On a different side told the prisoner's background information such as the hometown and occupation.
"Carrie Walsh," Lloyd read. "West Coast. Affiliated with drugs and killed several policemen."
"You don't need to read them one by one." Antoine confronted.
"Amusing. Says here she's an illusionist. A manipulator of one's senses. You know what this means Antoine?" Lloyd resumed opening other files as he opened the next one. This time, he didn't read it and only skimmed through the important parts.
"I've no slightest hint." Antoine replied.
Apparently Lloyd have no intentions on explaining the details as he continued skimming every individual's profile.
"This is all amazing. Stanley did an excellent job at choosing the right prisoners." He remarked, continuing his browsing on the files.
On a short notice, another man stepped inside the operations room, particularly walking towards Lloyd's station. As he approached, he cleared his throat to get his attention only to get Antoine's.
"They're all at the simulation room, master Lloyd."
That small announcement alone was enough to pull Lloyd out from the computer.
"Already?" They way he questioned sounded half-surprised. Of course, they were requested to be there but how fast it was done exceeded Lloyd's expectations. "Then I shall be on my way then."
The man nodded as Lloyd stood from his chair and straightened his tie.
"Antoine, inform the others about Charlene. We're going to need a live feed of her comm channel. ORB will have some doubts about her return." Lloyd instructed as he stepped away from his station.
"What about her safety?" Antoine followed.
"Stanley sent two agents just to assure her return. There won't be any bloodshed until our second move."
Antoine gave a nod.
"I'll instruct them."
"Thank you Antoine and also, let Stanley know I've already looked at the files though haven't deliberately studied them yet."
With another nod from Antoine, Lloyd made his way from the operations room. Two men joined him as escorts and altogether left to where the welcoming meeting would be held.
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Eliard Johnson
It was a cavernous dome of eerie yet marvelous dimensions belted and adorned by technologies, gravely unfamiliar to the eyes viewing an unforeseen wonder. Different doors of smaller sizes were situated on separate areas of the room. Lighting provided an adequate illumination to more structures present. At the center was where most attractions would likely to be pulled over. It was a circular platform crafted from the finest abundance of steel decorated with beaming lights and efficient painting. The platform was divided into three segments with each circle dwindling into smaller ones. The smallest circle of the platform is where several metal pieces stood together in a rounded pattern.
All of these made Eli's stomach churn from the uneasiness he felt ever since the haze of knockout gas infiltrated his fragile senses. Despite that, he had been itching for information and most of these men told nothing but to calm down and wait for this person, whatever he was called. He wouldn't dare waiting for another minute or so and the urge to use his powers to obliterate these so-called guards has been driving him into his voracious behaviour from the start. However, there was this uncertainty that was latching on him. Never did he become aware of what they were capable of let alone the sullen intimidation they'd pose from their silent disposition.
Ah, fuck this! I'm going to grind these motherfuckers down to the core.
As his mind raced, Eli felt the peculiar vibe lounging between the fellow prisoners. He may not have the best observation skills but he knew for sure that these people were Superhumans as well and knowing that fact alone made him think that they could've just used their powers at their disposal to free themselves.
Eli stepped forward, ignoring the men who stood beside him like statues.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, pointing at the man who initially instructed them to wait. "If you're not telling us what's going on, I'm gonna bust this shit up."
The man fell silent and ignored Eli's sudden declaration almost as if he was a mere child wanting something insignificant.
"Oh, you want games big man? Fine, I'll give you one."
Spheres made up of energy materialized from thin air, orbiting a pattern around Eli. As he lifted a sinister smile, he raised an arm to let one of the spheres hover away from him. The sphere glowed a spark of bright light as Eli slowly accumulated power to its explosive magnitude. It remained suspended in one place but unleashing its detonation felt only a matter of seconds.
"There isn't a need for this, sir. We were ordered to not tell any information until our master arrives. So please, try to settle down." Finally the man spoke but how he voiced himself felt far from being concerned for his own safety. It seemed like he has something up on his sleeve though giving hints were nothing more but a standard reluctance.
"Bullshit. You're hiding something and I can sense it." As Eli replied, the sphere drifted from its suspended state, moving at a slow manner. Perhaps giving the man some time to think would be a better option but such terms he was largely uncooperative with made him more and more impatient.
All of these made Eli's stomach churn from the uneasiness he felt ever since the haze of knockout gas infiltrated his fragile senses. Despite that, he had been itching for information and most of these men told nothing but to calm down and wait for this person, whatever he was called. He wouldn't dare waiting for another minute or so and the urge to use his powers to obliterate these so-called guards has been driving him into his voracious behaviour from the start. However, there was this uncertainty that was latching on him. Never did he become aware of what they were capable of let alone the sullen intimidation they'd pose from their silent disposition.
Ah, fuck this! I'm going to grind these motherfuckers down to the core.
As his mind raced, Eli felt the peculiar vibe lounging between the fellow prisoners. He may not have the best observation skills but he knew for sure that these people were Superhumans as well and knowing that fact alone made him think that they could've just used their powers at their disposal to free themselves.
Eli stepped forward, ignoring the men who stood beside him like statues.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, pointing at the man who initially instructed them to wait. "If you're not telling us what's going on, I'm gonna bust this shit up."
The man fell silent and ignored Eli's sudden declaration almost as if he was a mere child wanting something insignificant.
"Oh, you want games big man? Fine, I'll give you one."
Spheres made up of energy materialized from thin air, orbiting a pattern around Eli. As he lifted a sinister smile, he raised an arm to let one of the spheres hover away from him. The sphere glowed a spark of bright light as Eli slowly accumulated power to its explosive magnitude. It remained suspended in one place but unleashing its detonation felt only a matter of seconds.
"There isn't a need for this, sir. We were ordered to not tell any information until our master arrives. So please, try to settle down." Finally the man spoke but how he voiced himself felt far from being concerned for his own safety. It seemed like he has something up on his sleeve though giving hints were nothing more but a standard reluctance.
"Bullshit. You're hiding something and I can sense it." As Eli replied, the sphere drifted from its suspended state, moving at a slow manner. Perhaps giving the man some time to think would be a better option but such terms he was largely uncooperative with made him more and more impatient.
Before you can post, there are just some small things that you need to be reminded of so that the IC will be in order.
- There will be no posting standards. Meaning, I won't be demanding a specific number of sentences, words or paragraphs. Feel free to write a post at any length you desire. However, please be reminded that this is still in the Casual section. Always have quality over quantity.
- When doing solo arcs or collaborations which aren't part of the main arc, please attach a timestamp to your posts. E.g. 4:21 PM. (The time when it all happened) Friday, (The day) The White House. (The place of activity) This will be important so that your solo arcs/ collaborations will have a connection towards the different time sequences of the RP.
- There is no posting order. However, you're not allowed to post just after you've posted, simple as that. You need to wait until two people have posted before moving on.
- Do not put your posts in hiders. I don't know about some but when I'm using mobile, I'm not able to open hiders and I need to at least read your posts while I'm at work.
- If you're going to be away or won't able to post for a specific number of days, then please inform us.
- Lastly, have fun. I won't be having this RP if people aren't having fun. Don't take things too seriously.
@GarrisonExcellent! Remember to read the character creation guidelines before giving your time to create a CS or you can ask me some questions if there are parts you're not sure of. ^^
@Dynamo Frokane Idk, it's a bit eccentric and quirky for my taste. Not the kind of jam I'd normally listen to but it's not that bad either. 5/10
So I'll be a bit inactive for the next 2 days (work-related stuff) but I'll be checking for new CSs and answer some questions, if there will be any.
After that, expect things to get started. ^^
After that, expect things to get started. ^^
I think Spencer is going to die.
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Well of course, nobody likes the idea of death and your affinity for it will just lessen your complete understanding towards that concept, little Brookie.
Such mockery never did become a deliberate sentiment for a point he'd make. Spencer has no nagging doubt projecting his cocky judgement against an interest deluded by naivety, but from knowing Brooke as a person who was easily fueled by a peculiar kind of hatred, it was a wise decision to have left those words unspoken.
"Death?" How he asked sounded a bit pretentious, given that he wasn't particularly willing to open a topic he had no interests with. Spencer lifted an eyebrow, then leaned his attention more to Brooke with a skeptic glance.
"That's ... something I haven't heard in a while." A sheepish shudder slipped in-between words.
One thing Spencer could've easily considered was the fact that he's bad at forcing emotions foreign from his recurring perception. He was an individual who was blunt to the core, consistently direct on delivering things to the main point. Neither did he fancy over a frantic nor bashful path of communication as he believed such things would only lessen his firm stand as an outspoken individual. However at this point, he felt something was holding him back, as if he's not being his usual self. Normally he'd hop around groups of people, conversing about the most exaggerated of topics revolving around scandalous facts on teachers and the like. This night was a bit different but there wasn't anything he'd be illustrious about. Not even a single story he could proudly share with anyone.
Spencer pulled his gaze away from Brooke and back to the view of people enjoying themselves. How he pictured it made him wonder if he was there as well. Perhaps he could but the uncertainty of what might happen bugged him to an extent.
"Yeah, I believe so." Calmly, he spoke despite his voice being drowned by the blaring sounds of music. "They're having too much fun, it's making me gag. How about we just shoot everyone with this handgun I've brought so that we can have our own fun, hm?"
For the next few seconds or so, there was silence in-between them. Not a single spoken word slipped out from their lips. Spencer's mischievous chuckle broke the abrupt silence then prodded Brooke at her shoulder.
"I kid."
He rested himself back in stillness, knowing Brooke may not respond to his ridiculous suggestion despite being an obscure comic relief. Perhaps it'd best to just sit back until the party was over and carry the burden of his drunken friends thereafter. For the next few minutes, he enjoyed the comfort of his seat, prying over the subtle oddities of his imagination.
No Lord of the Rings daydreaming.
He'd recalled. Though in some way, he might find his fascination by replacing everyone with the visage of orcs. A faint laughter escaped his lips, for once being concerned of his own sanity and how Brooke would've grimaced from his sudden behavioral shift.
That was when Korrie ― his ever marvelous roommate ― took away his grip of silence.
One couldn't help but wonder how much the boy displayed such an aggravating disposition, of which left Spencer glowering with his mouth partly agape. He was intoxicated, simple as that and how he instantly dragged Spencer to the gathered group wasn't quite the advocating move.
The game 'Never have I ever' wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him. In fact, in some free time spent with his club's meetings, some members occasionally circled themselves with that said activity. However Spencer never laid his hands towards it. He's more of a spoilsport rather than being a socially enthusiastic person. Being put in an unlikely situation wasn't something Spencer would be happy about but often did he improvise on similar places of activity and things such as social gatherings wouldn't be of any difference.
He ignored Korrie for a moment as he was brought to the circle. Perhaps dealing with him later would be a better solution. He slyly rolled his eyes as he realized Brooke took the moment ahead of him. Not really expected but he wouldn't care less.
"So, am I supposed to confess something embarrassing now? I thought this is a party, not a church." He glanced around, eyeing most of the people surrounding the circle. "Fine then."
He crunched his knuckles as he stood idly, dawdling over a quick twitch of his head while biting his lip.
"Never have I ever ..." This is ridiculous. He paused, feeling yet another slump weighing above his shoulders before continuing. While trying to spew out some words he could say, Spencer continued glancing around until he spotted a bottle full of booze huddled around a girl's arms. He stepped aside a moment after noticing it and immediately snatched the bottle away. The girl was left with her mouth open and a confusion following it.
"Hey!" She exclaimed.
Spencer gave no response as he went back to the circle. He chuffed a heavy ounce of breath that he held inside as he grabbed the bottle and popped it open.
"Never have I ever done something like this." as he drawled, he lifted the bottle, pressing it to his mouth as he guzzled up every ounce of liquid contained in the bottle. He continued, ignoring his bodily reactions up until slurping the last drop. As he removed the bottle, he felt a blur in his vision. A dizzy motion swirling around what was left of his senses. Once the bottle was dropped freely, Spencer's body went along and hit the floor. He laughed while he lied down, covering his eyes with his hands.
"My mother taught me how to butcher children!" He shouted with soft chuckles inserted in-between. Slowly he realized how much he was drifting from his own grip.
@Veridis QuoHmm...there are a lot of things you can involve a sacrifice with. You may put it this way: Upon transforming into a demonic creature, Luke's strength and power are amplified to a certain extent. Through this, he can create a bond with an ally by blood ritual. (or whatever you call the 'getting one's blood in exchange of supernatural powers') With that bond formed, the ally is able to share a sum of Luke's strength while at his demon form. The ally is able to have augmented physical prowess and agility BUT he/she is only limited to partake it at a very short amount of time. It's like power gifting but like others, there should be some obvious drawbacks.
Also, there isn't a need to add more psychological affliction to your character. His current age just needs to be on the appropriate scale, one which he attained mental stability despite having such powers.
EDIT: I guess I've misread this part.
This can go to a lot of ways. He can still use his power gifting while in human form but the strength and agility granted isn't as potent as when he's at metamorphosis but it's still strong nonetheless. Just tell me your thoughts about these. If it still doesn't fit right, or you want something else, I can provide more possible ideas.
Also, there isn't a need to add more psychological affliction to your character. His current age just needs to be on the appropriate scale, one which he attained mental stability despite having such powers.
EDIT: I guess I've misread this part.
"So I'm alright with scrapping the demon summoning but I want him to have something else to use when he's not using his trump card."
This can go to a lot of ways. He can still use his power gifting while in human form but the strength and agility granted isn't as potent as when he's at metamorphosis but it's still strong nonetheless. Just tell me your thoughts about these. If it still doesn't fit right, or you want something else, I can provide more possible ideas.
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