SepticGentleman

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

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Written with @JunkMail

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IT’S TIME.

Moments after the Headmaster’s orientation speech had concluded, Freaky-D elected now to be the prime time to initiate his introductions in the most presently available way possible. He positioned himself to drop down from the ductworks onto a random table below. His helmet, his gloves, and the strips on his shorts all came to life in an instant, displaying his default aesthetics - the big toothy grin, the crosshair eyes, and the hazard stripes all. He readied himself, and then descended, landing directly on top of a table with four new students sitting at it - a shaggy-looking, somehow fishing-oriented dude (@JunkMail), a skinny pale chick just radiating heat (@He Who Walks Behind), a goth-seeming girl wearing a very stylish shock collar (@Silver Carrot), and a rather grungy-looking miss who looked a little more pleasantly surprised than the other three (@levinfist).

One out of four’s not bad at all!

D held out his hands and shook them vigorously while a bit of fanfare played from his helmet. The four students seated around him had little time to react to the sudden presence of the absolutely ridiculous-looking fellow now standing on their table before he began playing the song House of Fun, by Madness.

“A toothbrush and hairspray, plastic grin,
Miss Clay on all corners has just walked in-”

“What in the goddamn-” A guard standing a ways away said as he noticed the intruder.

“Welcome to the House of Fun!
Now I’ve come of age,
Welcome to the House of Fun!”

D danced merrily - lots of kicking back and forth with his arms tucked in - as the song played from his helmet, avoiding stomping on any food placed on the table, or kicking anyone’s head by accident. As this continued, some of the guards began to mobilize, one of them approaching faster than the rest. There definitely wasn’t enough time to get through much more of the song, but some sad things in this life just have to be accepted and left behind.

“Welcome to the lion’s den!
Temptation’s on its way,
Welcome to the House o-”

“Hey!”

The song stopped playing. D’s helmet immediately began playing a rapid alarm sound, with the surface turning black and displaying a series of bright yellow exclamation marks spinning around. He turned to face the guard who had called him out, and then became absolutely, perfectly still.

“Who the hell are you?” The guard called out.

“I'm the invisible man…” D replied, playing the first line from a song by Queen. Unamused, the guard continued approaching him, stun baton out and ready.

“Incredible how you can…”

D moved his foot next to a small plate of mini-sandwiches situated before the unkempt male student.

“SEERIGHTTHROUGHME-”

D’s foot then launched the plate directly at the guard’s face, bits of sandwich flying everywhere as the guard reeled back - not necessarily injured, but definitely taken aback, and more pissed off than before. It was at that moment that other members of the security force began to hasten their approach, ready to apprehend D with apparent hostility.

“Stop that man!” One of the guards called. At this moment, the Headmaster elected to speak up herself. “Students, help them!”

Archie, without thinking much of his plan and having somewhat overcome his shock at someone falling out of the sky and basically into his lap, reached forward and grabbed Freaky-D just below his heel. He was met with the ceasing of D’s dancing, followed by his quickly turning to meet Archie with a surprised expression displayed on his helmet, along with another rapid alarm.

Bad touch, BAD TOUCH, STRANGER DANGER-

D’s foot reactively collided with Archie’s unfortunately positioned bitch-boy face, in what was really just an attempt to shake his hand off that escalated into an admittedly overzealous counter. Archie was knocked backwards, falling out of his chair, clutching the spot on his cheek where the steel-tipped boot had made its impact. D proceeded to perform an outstanding 8.5/10 backflip off of the table. He then began running like a madman away from the scene, weaving through the cafeteria tables, dodging past all the students, jumping on more tables in the process. The guards were in hot pursuit - others a little more room temperature - as D made his way towards the nearest exit, into the school’s hallways.

“After him!” The Headmaster instructed once more to both security and students at once, as she was escorted off stage and away for the sake of her own safety. A good chunk of the present students decided to do as she said, possibly to aid security in subduing the runaway fool, possibly to just get out of the cafeteria because they absolutely did not care, or possibly to just watch the chase unfold - maybe even help D out, if fans of his happened to be present.

Now this - this was a great start to D’s campaign of nonsense aboard the Promise.

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

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Waiting up in the ductworks gave D more time to think than he thought it would. He was on his back, fingers locked together, legs folded, one foot kicking to an unknown rhythm.

The question he’d asked himself a while ago, and the one other folks would be asking soon enough - why’d he come up here? Five months working on an up-and-coming career as a professional vigilante, vagabond, vagrant, vandal, other words starting with v… and he suddenly puts it all on hold to sneak onboard a shuttle headed to the most sophisticated space station in the history of manmade manufacture.

Really, why?

Because the Promise is a time bomb just waiting to go off. Lots of people down planetside had that gut feeling - it hangs up in the sky over Earth, sometimes beautifully and sometimes menacingly. You think about what kind of parahumans get brought up here - the ones who can blow up whole cities just by flexing their pinkies, the ones who can rip a person’s conscious self apart and replace it with their own proxy intelligence, or even the ones who can rend space and time apart. Who doesn’t feel an overwhelming sense of dread come over them while thinking about what kind of horrible things are up here?

Well, not Freaky-D. Dread is unbecoming of one such as him. He wanted to come up here because - fuck it, why not? His gut feeling told him that if the Promise was coming around to getting crazy one way or another, then he wanted to see it firsthand! Be the first in line to watch the explosion! He’d tangoed with parahumans before - none of them were quite so powerful, but there were a few you wouldn’t laugh off, certainly. They have special teams down planetside fit to deal with them, with nullifiers and whatnot, but sometimes D wrapped things up before they even got there.

The joy! Being that guy, that Cadillac among men, the one with no powers of their own, overcoming a wall a mile high, made of thousands of bricks that all want to skin your ass raw! There was something beautifully simplistic in it that was hard for D to describe - not that he would, mind you.

Of course, not all parahumans automatically deserved an ass-whoopin’. Some were even fans of his! And who would he be, to turn away a friendly face just because they were better, faster, stronger, whatever, than him?

Really - who would be such a person?

Not him.

Certainly not him.

He turned his head again to look at the surroundings - still no sign of orientation getting started. Oh well. He didn’t want to introduce himself before the staff got their own kicks in - that’d just be plain rude.

So he waited still.

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

I can't wait for Freaky D to get involved, since Amelia would absolutely know about him given her own stuff she does

@levinfist

Shenanigans will ensue momentarily

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

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INTERVAL 01 - SPACE VACATION

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You have arrived at your destination.

As the new arrivals departed the transport, the cargo hold was left unchecked for a precious few minutes. During that time, one misplaced figure made an unnoticed exit while the staff were occupied with surrounding the incoming parahumans, making sure they were all nice and welcome. And nullified, perhaps.

Promise staff’s planetside clearance team deserved a good lashing for letting this one slip through.

His helmet, gloves, and the stripes on his shorts were all blank - the built-in lights shut off to help in the pursuit of stealth. With no one around, he was clear to climb upside the ship and take vantage in the rafters and ductwork above everything else. A station so complex as this was bound to have miles upon miles of nooks and crannies to disappear into.

About time. What happened, you get stuck in an air duct on the way over?

The upper works were so cluttered that anyone scanning them would still have a hard time spotting the figure. Thankfully, everyone was too preoccupied with greetings and servicing to bother to look up. He made his path through the hallways, climbing like some freakish animal across the ventilation tubes and cable bridges.

Before long, he reached the station cafeteria. Full of new arrivals and staff members seeing to them. Food and drink were bountiful, as were chairs. The projection screen over on the other end was displaying the Promise’s logo, and an assumed ETA on when the proverbial ball would get rolling.

Welcome to your new school/home/prison.

Still up in the rafters, he decided here and now was the best spot and time to wait. He lied down on a length of ductwork, lights remaining blank, and simply observed the crowd, waiting for the orientation process to begin.

Then, after that - who knows? There’s a lot to work with here.

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

It looks just fine to me. See what Junk thinks.

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

There room for me to jump in on this? This looks cool and I've got a bit of a character idea floating around.

@levinfist

All are welcome aboard our humble space boat

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

Freaky-D

_______________________________________________ Real name unknown _______________________________________________ Date of birth unknown | Age unknown | Ethnicity unknown _______________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Sexuality unknown _______________________________________________ Education unknown | Intruder _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 6’1” • Weight | Unknown • Build | Fit, lean • Hair Color | N/A • Eye Color | N/A Miscellaneous Items ___________________________________ [+] //Every Day Carry: • Roller Skates | A pair of well-kept black roller skates with red wheels. Freaky-D randomly slaps them on for no reason other than recreational.

A p p e a r a n c e D e t a i l s Freaky-D maintains a very distinct appearance through his ensemble, owing absolutely nothing to whatever may lie beneath the helmet or clothes. The helmet, being the most striking component, is in fact a spherical LED screen system, with a faint hexagonal pattern visible upon close inspection. Most often, the screen displays Freaky-D’s signature visage - a red face with a toothy grin and crosshair eyes. Most of Freaky-D’s clothing articles are relatively normal. A black jacket with two white stripes on each upper sleeve, red gloves with white tips, black leggings and black steel-tipped boots. His gray shorts are adorned with vertical hazard stripes on the front and back, all made of specialized flexible LED strips which allow the hazard stripes displayed on them to move upwards and downwards (on the right and left legs respectively).

_{P e r s o n a l i t y}

The most readily apparent aspect of Freaky-D’s personality is that he craves attention, presenting himself in such a striking fashion and making a stunt of most of his everyday actions. He is spontaneous, bombastic, and lacks much in the way of physical restraint. It’s safe to say that he lives an exceedingly unsafe lifestyle.

As for matters of direct communication, Freaky-D is often described as ‘difficult’ by those who’ve met him face-to-helmet. In place of talking, he’ll use any array of physical gestures, sound clips from multiple forms of media, or he’ll display messages and symbols across his helmet. He is not directly hostile to the vast majority of people he meets on the street, and is not averse to intervening in events or physical altercations he has no part in. He randomly places himself into a myriad of interactive states - helping someone carry their groceries, playing a sport, or tagging a random wall with graffiti. If he is welcome, he’ll participate.

_{C h a r a c t e r S y n o p s i s}

Freaky-D - true identity unknown - is an emerging subject of public notoriety down planetside, primarily within the western coast of the United States of America. Appearing out of seemingly nowhere around five months ago, Freaky-D quickly began earning a level of infamy on various social media outlets through a combination of vigilante acts, publicity stunts, and vandalism in the form of large-scale graffiti, mostly involving his facial visage and moniker.

In regards to the acts of vigilantism, Freaky-D has been recorded in the act of intervening in multiple crimes in progress, ranging from small-scale store robberies to full-on bank heists, some of which have involved parahuman criminals (albeit on the lower end of the power scale). The majority of these events have ended in the offending parties' efforts being thwarted, but not all. Still, Freaky-D’s attempts have been met with both praise and ridicule - from the civilian public and local authorities, respectively.

As for the publicity stunts - dance routines, flash mobs, brief animations played on hacked public screens, those sorts of things.

All attempts to track and identify Freaky-D have ended in failure. At any point in time, he seems capable of disappearing off the grid entirely. He has not displayed anything in the way of parahuman abilities, as his strength, speed, agility, etc. all appear to be within human limitations, if on the high end. Therefore, attempts to pin him down are not necessarily regarded as urgent in the grand scheme of things.

About a week ago, Freaky-D went silent. No public appearances, no activity on social media, nothing. Questions and guesses as to his whereabouts have arisen, yet no one has divined the real answer.

He’s headed to space. More specifically, the Promise.

_{A b i l i t i e s & S k i l l s}

_//Abilities:

Superhuman Ability | N/A

Limitation(s) | N/A

Weakness(es) | N/A

_//Skills:

Unarmed Combat | Through his many recorded activities, Freaky-D has displayed a proficiency in fighting without any available weaponry, often incorporating a mix of hand-and-foot based attacks. His most regarded and, fairly described ridiculous method is known as ‘break-fighting’ which involves a gratuitous amount of flipping and spinning on his helmet, kicking upright enemies with rapid steel-tipped boot-based strikes.

Dancing | He’s certainly made it very evident that he knows how to bust a move, both in and out of combat.

Parkour | A remarkable level of speed, agility, limb strength, and climbing abilities have been demonstrated on Freaky-D’s part. He has been on both ends of many chases, and has either outran or chased down most of his opponents quite successfully through even the most cluttered urban environments.

_{O T H E R}

Any other information pertaining to the character that is not covered in the section above.

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Radvi

_______________________________________________ Jacob Kessler Radvi _______________________________________________ September 29, 1995 | 35 | African-American _______________________________________________ Single (widower) | ♂ | Heterosexual _______________________________________________ High school education, police academy training, CPER training | Security _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 5’10” • Weight | 199 lbs • Build | Fit, muscular • Hair Color | Dark brown • Eye Color | Brown Miscellaneous Items ___________________________________ [+] //Every Day Carry: • Wedding Ring | One wedding ring, worn on left hand at all times. The word ‘Forever’ is engraved on the inside. • Wife’s Wedding Ring | One wedding ring, formerly the property of Lillian Radvi. The word ‘Always’ is engraved on the inside. Attached to necklace at all times. • Child’s Bracelet | Small bracelet comprised of both wooden and metal segments. ‘JOHANNA’ is inscribed on the wooden segments. Attached to necklace at all times.

A p p e a r a n c e D e t a i l s African-American with average complexion, no natural blemishes. Maintains physical fitness and musculature well. Wears dark brown hair in short dreads, with full and often untrimmed beard. Otherwise average features, brown eyes, etc. No tattoos present on body. Notable scars include permanent abrasion on left leg received during a high school football incident. Minor burn damage on right shoulder, caused by parahuman incident during service aboard the Promise. Left arm is cluttered with multiple scars that appear as cuts from a small knife, scattered in random directions, inflicted during the ‘Welles Incident’ (detailed below). Addendum: Small scar now present on left cheek, reaching from shortly past left nostril to shortly past left eye. Caused by prisoner assault during the October breakout.

_{P e r s o n a l i t y}

Calm, capable, loyal. Jacob is a dutiful man, intent on carrying out his enforcement of the law as appropriately as he sees fit. Cares little for hobbies or other miscellaneous activities outside of work, and often prefers to remain isolated when off-duty. Is averse to the use of excessive force when dealing with parahuman situations and will often attempt verbal action first and foremost, unless explicitly ordered to do otherwise or if the situation leaves a diplomatic solution as highly unlikely to be reached. Has exhibited nothing in the way of anti-parahuman views like many other personnel aboard the Promise, despite his background.

Therapy sessions carried out since his arrival on the station have concluded that he has, for the most part, come to terms with the events of his past, and has no intention of using said events to fuel any anti-parahuman impressions or actions.

_{C h a r a c t e r S y n o p s i s}

Brief timeline of Agent Radvi’s adult life, as presented within his personnel file;

JUNE 23, 2016 - Formally enrolled at the Richmond Police Training Academy.

MARCH 3, 2017 - Beginning of police work in Richmond, Virginia.

FEBRUARY 9, 2019 - Johanna Radvi is born to Jacob Radvi and Lillian Boucard (significant other at the time, unmarried).

JUNE 6, 2022 - Married to Lillian Boucard.

JULY 13, 2022 - First documented display of Johanna Radvi's parahuman abilities. Identified as small-scale floral manipulation, mainly used on house plants to make them grow at an increased rate. Processing and public awareness alert performed without issue. Jacob Radvi's reputation among fellow officers is somewhat damaged, though gradually improved.

AUGUST 8, 2024 - Date of the ‘Welles Incident’. Killings planned by Darren Welles (male, parahuman, age 20 at time of death), believed to be out of personal anti-authoritative views. Multiple officers’ families killed during the night of the incident, via severe external and internal lacerations generated by way of Welles’ parahuman abilities. Lillian and Johanna Radvi are included among the list of deceased. Jacob and multiple other officers band together and ultimately terminate Welles later that night. Four officers are killed, Jacob and five others survive.

NOVEMBER 16, 2024 - Offer is sent to Jacob to join the CPER program (clarification - the Counter-Parahuman Emergency Reserves program is a small organization based in multiple parts of the United States, geared towards training non-nullifier humans in methods to combat, incapacitate, capture, and neutralize low-to-mid-threat level parahumans in the event that one becomes rampant and no specialized forces are available for whatever reason). Offer is accepted.

NOVEMBER 21, 2026 - CPER training is formally completed with notedly high marks. Name is selected by Chief Gennedy, along with several others, to be offered positions within the Promise Security force. Offer is accepted.

Agent Radvi has remained within service of Promise Security to this day.

_{A b i l i t i e s & S k i l l s}

_//Abilities:

Superhuman Ability | N/A

Limitation(s) | N/A

Weakness(es) | N/A

_//Skills:

Firearm Training | General instruction and practice with the utilization of handguns, rifles, and other conventional weaponry often carried by figures of authority.

_{O T H E R}

Any other information pertaining to the character that is not covered in the section above.

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The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

Freaky-D

_______________________________________________ Real name unknown _______________________________________________ Date of birth unknown | Age unknown | Ethnicity unknown _______________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Sexuality unknown _______________________________________________ Education unknown | Intruder _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 6’1” • Weight | Unknown • Build | Fit, lean • Hair Color | N/A • Eye Color | N/A Miscellaneous Items ___________________________________ [+] //Every Day Carry: • Roller Skates | A pair of well-kept black roller skates with red wheels. Freaky-D randomly slaps them on for no reason other than recreational.

A p p e a r a n c e D e t a i l s Freaky-D maintains a very distinct appearance through his ensemble, owing absolutely nothing to whatever may lie beneath the helmet or clothes. The helmet, being the most striking component, is in fact a spherical LED screen system, with a faint hexagonal pattern visible upon close inspection. Most often, the screen displays Freaky-D’s signature visage - a red face with a toothy grin and crosshair eyes. Most of Freaky-D’s clothing articles are relatively normal. A black jacket with two white stripes on each upper sleeve, red gloves with white tips, black leggings and black steel-tipped boots. His gray shorts are adorned with vertical stripes on the front and back, all made of specialized LED strips which allow the hazard stripes displayed on them to move upwards and downwards (on the right and left legs respectively).

_{P e r s o n a l i t y}

The most readily apparent aspect of Freaky-D’s personality is that he craves attention, presenting himself in such a striking fashion and making a stunt of most of his everyday actions. He is spontaneous, bombastic, and lacks much in the way of physical restraint. It’s safe to say that he lives an exceedingly unsafe lifestyle.

As for matters of direct communication, Freaky-D is often described as ‘difficult’ by those who’ve met him face-to-helmet. In place of talking, he’ll use any array of physical gestures, sound clips from multiple forms of media, or he’ll display messages and symbols across his helmet. He is not directly hostile to the vast majority of people he meets on the street, and is not averse to intervening in events or physical altercations he has no part in. He randomly places himself into a myriad of interactive states - helping someone carry their groceries, playing a sport, or tagging a random wall with graffiti. If he is welcome, he’ll participate.

_{C h a r a c t e r S y n o p s i s}

Freaky-D - true identity unknown - is an emerging subject of public notoriety down planetside, primarily within the western coast of the United States of America. Appearing out of seemingly nowhere around five months ago, Freaky-D quickly began earning a level of infamy on various social media outlets through a combination of vigilante acts, publicity stunts, and vandalism in the form of large-scale graffiti, mostly involving his facial visage and moniker.

In regards to the acts of vigilantism, Freaky-D has been recorded in the act of intervening in multiple crimes in progress, ranging from small-scale store robberies to full-on bank heists, some of which have involved parahuman criminals (albeit on the lower end of the power scale). The majority of these events have ended in the offending parties' efforts being thwarted, but not all. Still, Freaky-D’s attempts have been met with both praise and ridicule - from the civilian public and local authorities, respectively.

As for the publicity stunts - dance routines, flash mobs, brief animations played on hacked public screens, those sorts of things.

All attempts to track and identify Freaky-D have ended in failure. At any point in time, he seems capable of disappearing off the grid entirely. He has not displayed anything in the way of parahuman abilities, as his strength, speed, agility, etc. all appear to be within human limitations, if on the high end. Therefore, attempts to pin him down are not necessarily regarded as urgent in the grand scheme of things.

About a week ago, Freaky-D went silent. No public appearances, no activity on social media, nothing. Questions and guesses as to his whereabouts have arisen, yet no one has divined the real answer.

He’s headed to space. More specifically, the Promise.

_{A b i l i t i e s & S k i l l s}

_//Abilities:

Superhuman Ability | N/A

Limitation(s) | N/A

Weakness(es) | N/A

_//Skills:

Unarmed Combat | Through his many recorded activities, Freaky-D has displayed a proficiency in fighting without any available weaponry, often incorporating a mix of hand-and-foot based attacks. His most regarded and, fairly described ridiculous method is known as ‘break-fighting’ which involves a gratuitous amount of flipping and spinning on his helmet, kicking upright enemies with rapid steel-tipped boot-based strikes.

Dancing | He’s certainly made it very evident that he knows how to bust a move, both in and out of combat.

Parkour | A remarkable level of speed, agility, and limb strength have been demonstrated on Freaky-D’s part. He has been on both ends of many chases, and has either outran or chased down most of his opponents quite successfully.

_{O T H E R}

Any other information pertaining to the character that is not covered in the section above.

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The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

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