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The Paradigm Stone

They're throwaway NPCs practically guaranteed to die anyway :P

The Paradigm Stone

Pheonix

In a gloomy alley nestled between a skyscraper and an old granite bank walked a man clad in all black, clearly 'Ninja' clothing. A bit of an absurd sight to say the least, but Michael Regel thought it was a cool idea, and it wasn't a good idea to say otherwise. The man in shadows strolled down the alleyway, running his hands along the granite as he sought his mark, taking his sweet time as music blared through his earbuds. A hunched over homeless man grumbled at the shadow as it passed his cardboard home, but it paid him no attention.

Michael had little attention to give to the man he could've ended up as the song sang, 'Burn baby burn...' A bit of an old song in terms of lyrics, but old wasn't always bad. The shadow stopped suddenly, having found his target. Michael positioned his side to the wall, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and swung his left arm back. Flames roared from his palm, became contained in a small whirling inferno, then condensed into a bright white-hot beam of plasma, a shard of the Sun itself. Pheonix gripped the beam easily with both hands, and then, in one fluent movement, threw his body forward, piercing the wall with the sword. He worked quickly, using his body weight to cut laterally across the wall, severing the alarm lines, before relaxing and dissipating the beam.

Pheonix casually started walking out of the alleyway, digging inside his clothing for something. His hands closed around it. Suddenly, the shade threw the homeless man a hundred dollar bill, and then it was gone, leaving an astonished old veteran to comprehend the strange sight he had just seen.

Not long after, Michael appeared around a corner, laying eyes on his brother clearly starting to lose his shit, "Ey man, it's done, piece of cake. Now for the real fun, time to rob this bitch." Pheonix chuckled and forcefully smacked his brother on the shoulder.

The Executioner

Five armed guards employed by the Tower had spent a few hours preparing to transfer a simple briefcase, loading up an armored truck. Unfortunately, they had been instructed to wait for someone, someone who was running late. "Where the fuck is this ass hole?" shouted Damion, a beast of a man and the appointed leader of this particular group. He stood at the back of the truck, pacing as he waited. The guard didn't like being late because then his ass got chewed out because he was in charge.

"Kind of pointless to ask, don't you think, boss?" remarked Phil, a much smaller man who sat in the back of the truck, and a bit of a smart ass. Damion glared at him and continued to pace, thumping his AR-15 rifle that they had all been assigned. Management clearly wanted this suitcase delivered.

Rodrigo laughed, taking a drag on a joint as he leaned against the nearby wall, "Relax Damion, this shit'll get done soon enough." He blew out a cloud of strongly scented smoke and brought the lit joint back up to his mouth. Only an armored fist snatched it as he began to take another drag, an incredibly deep voice saying, "You know weed is illegal..."

The hispanic man suddenly became pale as he took in the enormous armored hulk of a man standing next to him. The beast made Damion look like a small fry with his armored suit, shotgun over his back, rifle in his hand, multiple bandoliers and webbing with a ridiculous amount of ammo and grenades on them, "Uh... Yeah... It's not weed, man. Promise."

"You our escort? Where the fuck have you been?!" roared Damion, who clearly possessed more balls than brains. The behemoth slowly moved his armored head to look at the boss, "Some thugs sidetracked me..." He pulled out a 30 round magazine from his webbing, letting Damion see it was now empty. The boss finally got the picture and gulped as the hulk ordered, "Now, stop fucking getting high when on-mission, and get in the goddamned truck. You incompetent fucks should've already been good to go when I got here, no wonder they hired me for this job." He threw the joint to the ground and slammed his boot onto it.

They were rolling out within ten seconds, the walking tank sitting in the back with Damion, Rodrigo, and Phil. Henry and Flannigan took up the driver and passenger seats. Sheepishly, Phil asked, "So... What should we call you?"

"The Executioner."

Officer Collins

Elizabeth Collins was having an incredibly boring day, one that was only starting to get worse. Little did she know it was about to get very interesting, but until then, she was running on a treadmill in sweatpants and a t-shirt at one of the city's gyms. This would've been a normal sight, only she was taking the time to literally lift weights mentally. Multiple hundred pound weights floated up and down around her as she ran, training her mind to focus, trying to push herself further and further.

It would've been easier if she didn't have to listen to her sister complain. The sibling was rambling about the boyfriend she'd broken up with and thrown out again, her voice going through the earbuds in Collins's ears, "Uh huh. Worthless. Right. Justified. Of course, Emily. Yes..." Elizabeth rolled her eyes and turned the treadmill up a few miles per hour. Her sister tended to be a drama queen, something she had no interest in dealing with. But family was family, "No, I'm listening. Yes. Why wouldn't I be? Okay. Yes, he was such an ass hole... Lazy, yes." What she would've given to just hang up on her.

A particularly ballsy Alpha Male decided to walk in front of her and start showing off how much he could lift, clearing believing he was being subtle despite smiling at her as he sat down on the bench. He wrapped his hands around the bar, and pushed. It didn't budge. The ripped guy put all his strength into it, and still the damn thing wouldn't move. Elizabeth giggled a bit, saying loudly, "Better luck next time big shot," humiliating the man further as he quickly retreated elsewhere into the gym.

"What? No, I wasn't talking to you. Ugh, no, I wa- Look let's just talk about Finn again alright?"

The Paradigm Stone

Port Carver

The Paradigm Stone

I'll probably have my first post done in a few hours.

The Paradigm Stone

'The Third' character, I really liked writing this one and beetle seems to like it quite a bit as well.

Michael Regel

Basic Info
Name: Michael Regel
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Alias: Pheonix

Stats

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Rough Sketch of Pheonix's Back

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 148 lbs
Hair Color: Dyed Red, naturally dark brown.
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Skin Tone: Tan from sun exposure, naturally pale.
Body Type: Athletic
Notable Features: Pheonix's back has an enormous pheonix tattooed in tribal style on his back, which spreads its wings and tendrils of flames out across almost his entire body. The only thing not covered in tribal flames are his feet, face, and scalp. His arms, legs, torso, back, and necks are tattooed with said flames or pheonix. Anyone who says tribal flames are lame is often punched in the face by Pheonix.

Psychological Profile
Personality: With a bit of an anarchist streak in him, Michael values the ability to do damn well anything he wants above all. Freedom is what has always mattered most to him, even before he gained superpowers. Consequently, he's not big on taking orders or following rules. In any case, he enjoys cracking jokes, often inappropriate or rude ones, and not giving one damn who cares. Because he'll cut you if you care. That's not to say he's a bad guy, he just has own goals in mind; women, money, and power.

Strengths: Streetsmart, agile, and a hell of a fighter, Michael was a gangster long before he was a Super, and not one of those pansy-ass Mob-style gangsters, a real gangster living on the streets that has given him illicit connections. A life of poverty and stealing has taught him out to get in and out very quietly as well as how to pickpocket without the victim having a clue what happened until they're wondering where their keys are hours later.

Weaknesses: Temperamental and occasionally a little bipolar if you don't laugh at his jokes. Laugh at his jokes. A bit of a chauvinist and womanizer. Okay, a major womanizer.

Fears: Death, drug addiction, (surprisingly) rejection by women, failing to burn a path out of poverty.

Power Points

Firebending: 3
A great asset to him, and the superpower given to him by the meteor (at least that's what Michael thinks), Michael is an enormously talented firebender. Unlimited by the need for source material, Michael can mentally ignite common air to become his weapon, one which doesn't seem to burn its master. While he is still developing, the man has managed to focus his mind enough to condense his will into a blade of superheated plasma that he can use to cut through solid steel (albeit, slowly), and combine searing hot flames with his strikes.

Melee: 3
Almost inexplicably, this street gangster is a fantastic swordsman. It helps that he has access to superheated blades of plasma formed by his freaking mind, but even without them, he's pretty damn skilled. Years of watching videos on swordsmanship and spending time on swordsmanship classes haven't hurt either. Ultimately, skill, plasma blades, and his reflexes have all combined to make him a formidable opponent, one that can melt bullets in mid-air and cut his way through a steel door (if slowly).

Honed Reflexes: 2
Years spent living on edge, not wondering if the next and last sound he heard would be a gunshot, combined with constant fighting, as taught Michael to absolutely always be on alert. Years of crack cocaine have somehow managed to further enhance his reflexes, especially during combat as his experience has taught him to predict his enemy's moves whenever possible.

Brawl: 2
MMA training from his brother's coworkers and life experience beating the shit out of other gangsters has taught him how to throw one hell of a searing hot punch. Literally.

Stealth: 2
When a brother has to steal to survive, and steal without getting caught, for years, a brother gets used to and damn good at it. Michael can pickpocket ridiculously well and often figures a way past most obstacles, quietly when possible. This knack for stealth has gotten him out of quite a few tight spots.

Endurance: 1
Michael can take quite the punch but he isn't like his brother in that he can't walk away from being thrown into a building without a scratch. Consequently, he tends to focus on not getting hit and simply outmanuevering his enemy.

Speed: 1
Years of running from the police starting at an early age have conditioned Michael for both sprinting and endurance running, and his ability to run seems to only have increased since the meteor came.

Hideout: 1
Michael chills with Finn in these creepy old tunnels that the man honestly doesn't like very well. He swears there are ghosts of dead tunnelworkers in there.

Wealth: 0
Crime didn't exactly pay Michael well, and neither did prison. Needless to say, he's a very poor, broke bastard.

Public Identity
Job: Unemployed (Former Street Gangster and Drug Dealer)

Home: Recently released from prison, was living on the streets until he joined his brother.

Wealth/Lifestyle: Broke as all hell. Turns out crime generally doesn't pay well and spending a few years in prison doesn't help with savings.

Clothing Style: The same clothing he went to prison in; worn-out, torn blue jeans, with a big black t-shirt with a red stylized 'A' on it for anarchy.

Friends/Relationships: Some old gang buddies are doubtless still around here somewhere, and at least he has his uh... broke... homeless... brother to rely on.

Rivalries: Quietly, he's always envied his older brother, but he keeps that to himself, especially now that his brother is also a Super.

Public/Professional Goals: Money, women, and power. Preferably in that order.

History: Michael spent his life living in poverty, trying to scrape by with his family, until he turned to the gang life for a true sense of family. He became a bit of a notorious gang member and drug dealer, killing a number of rival gangsters in the process. In the meantime, his brother tatted him up and gave him his cherished pheonix. Eventually though, what went around came around, and he was busted for possession and sent off for a few years to the state prison. Interestingly, he was released the same day the meteor came, and sought out his brother for a place to stay. He found him, as destitute as himself unfortunately, but discovered to his surprise they both apparently possessed superpowers. Now, he seeks to rise alongside Finn like a Pheonix from the ashes.

Secret Identity



Uniform: A black gui, belt, gloves, and tennis shoes, combined with a black hoodie and ski mask, all of course stolen from the nearby Wal-Mart. Man, they really do have everything.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Combat Method: Using a combination of experience in fights, MMA training, and a life-long fascination with samurai, ninjas, and swordsmanship, Michael tends to meld his firebending with his martial arts, either incorporating searing hot flames with his strikes, or focusing them into superheated plasma blades. He keeps a fall-back katana on his back in case he starts to become tired.

Hideout: A creepy ass series of tunnels his brother discovered. He doesn't personally approve.

Mode of Transportation: Sprinting, walking, stealing a ride. Sadly he hasn't been able to figure out a way to fly like his brother, though he has a few ideas as to how Finn might be able to move him around.

Allies/Relationships: Pulse (his brother)

Nemesis: None

Motivations/Goals: Women, money, and power.

Supplies/Inventory:
-The stolen 'ninja' gear he wears.
-A stolen katana he's tested on a few animals to prove it works as a back-up.
-Not much else honestly.

Paradigm Stone
Paradigm Stone Appearance: The Stone itself turns into a competely black katana.

Personal Appearance Changes: Michael becomes covered in superheated plasma shaped into samurai armor, with only the plasma armor visible.

Power/Ability Progression: His firebending abilities grow enormously, becoming both one of his weapons and his armor. The Paradigm Stone itself becomes his sword, capable of slicing through anything as if it were made of paper. Michael will continue to forge another plasma sword for his off-hand if he needs it, or will use his off-hand to shoot enormous white-hot flames. Generally he just sets fire to the entire area around him, with his anarchist traits coming out in full force, potentially resulting in an entire burning city.

Power-Drunk Goals: To rule the city and cut down his brother, the man who has always stood above him, despite being shorter than him.

Weakness: Michael remains vulnerable to mental, psychic, and other forms of indirect manipulation, but his incredible endurance, strength, and 'God-Sword' make him an incredibly difficult Super to stop, especially considering he will have an iron grip on the Sword.

Withdrawal Symptoms:An intense feeling of burning alive from the inside cripples Michael, a pain unlike any other. He is still rather dangerous, having little control over his powers during this time, only his anger and pain will still fuel them, causing him to lash out with them in random directions or at anyone nearby in an attempt to 'get the fire out'.

The Paradigm Stone

I want to mention I don't believe there should be a jail known for holding Supers just yet, or built specifically for that purpose. One month is not enough time to build such a thing. There may not even be any organization really directed towards the problem, since it is a fairly new problem, though, of course, the Executioner assault on one of the police buildings made it rather newsworthy.

edit- Noticed I was missing the inventories for the characters. Added them in. The Executioner's might be particularly funny.

The Paradigm Stone

FYI you've got 16 points allocated instead of 15, you may wish to reduce one of them.

The Paradigm Stone

Elizabeth Collins

Basic Info
Name: Elizabeth Collins
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Alias: Officer Collins

Stats
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Tone: Slightly tan
Body Type: Athletic
Notable Features: Elizabeth can generally be considered pretty and feminine overall, if not average, something that is markedly different from most stereotypes of female officers that see them as butch and/or lesbian. She keeps her hair roughly mid-length and down, with it being tied into a bun according to protocol when on duty. She has a scar caused by a bullet along her cheek that she considers a mark of defeat.

Psychological Profile
Personality: Elizabeth tends towards sarcasm when it comes to dealing with others, especially other officers, and can get a bit defensive and aggressive when she feels that she's being insulted for pursuing law enforcement. Ambitious and driven to prove herself, she spends much of her time working, reading, training, or otherwise trying to improve herself, and to overcome the expectations most of the other officers have had of her as being "just a woman." Her relentless drive leaves little for relationships or friends, and most men are far too intimidated by her anyway.

Strengths: Ambitious, driven, articulate, immensely intelligent.

Weaknesses: Stubborn, temperamental, occasionally has issues with authority, sometimes arrogant, looks down on other women at times, often believes she can do anything better than anyone else.

Fears: Rejection by her peers, failure, letting others die, appearing weak, and not amounting to anything.

Power Points

Telekinetic: 3
Though her power is in its infancy, Collins has discovered she has been given the ability to manipulate kinetic forces around her. Her drive to improve her skills telekinetically have led to her ordering her partner to attempt to shoot her (with a kevlar vest on, obviously), resulting in her managing to redirect the force of the bullet enough for it to miss her by a few feet. Personal 'strength' tests have led her to believe her ability seems to be based on common physics, objects already in motion are far easier to simply redirect than to stop, and if something isn't already moving, it's more of a pain in the ass to start it moving.

Intelligence: 3
Brilliant, perhaps surprisingly so for most officers, Elizabeth could've probably become a world-reknowned scientist if she hadn't decided to go down the path of her father and become a police officer. Still, she maintains interests in almost all academic subjects, and occasionally wonders what life might've been like had she done something else. Perhaps she would've gotten more respect sooner.

Flight: 3
Also beginning to develop and directly tied to her telekinesis is her ability to move her own body. Currently she can hover and fly a few miles an hour, but doing so is difficult. Fortunately, she is a believer in the philosophy that if it's difficult, it's worth doing, and expects her ability in this area to grow as her telekinesis becomes less mental and more natural, like walking.

Transportation: 1
Personally Elizabeth owns a rackety old junker of a car whose AC refuses to ever work and drives around a standard police cruiser when on duty.

Firearms: 1
Officer Collins has received standard police training when it comes to firearms, training that isn't exactly world-class, but good enough for police work. Still, good enough for Elizabeth isn't something easily attainable, so she spends some of her free time at the range and practicing on her own time.

Brawl: 1
Standard police training in hand-to-hand combat is, again, not world-class, nor is it designed to train a man to kill with his bare hands. Most of Collins' training involves learning to redirect her opponents force, interestingly similar to her telekinetic ability to more easily redirect existing forces. Elizabeth is experimenting with combining telekinesis with martial arts.

Melee: 1
Elizabeth has been trained in the use of some melee weapons, mainly batons and other weapons meant to non-lethally subdue suspects.

Wealth: 1
Officers don't get paid much, apparently not even telekinetic ones, something that has continued to irk Elizabeth. She makes enough to be roughly middle class, but does thing the city should pay her better, especially if she's expected to perform more duties as a Super.

Hideout: 1
Elizabeth rents a small apartment that is pretty bare-bones and honestly a place she doesn't spend much time at other than to sleep because she doesn't have much time in the first place.

Identity
Job: Police Officer

Home: A fairly basic apartment.

Wealth/Lifestyle: The salary of an officer doesn't provide much money but it does make her roughly middle class, but the long hours demanded of her don't provide much time for anything other than work, especially now that Elizabeth is being called on to help bring in the other Supers.

Clothing Style: Off-duty, Elizabeth prefers to relax in basic clothing such as t-shirts and jeans. She doesn't have time for shopping or the money for fancy clothes, and in any case, she's not really into a lot of 'feminine' pursuits.

Friends/Relationships: Officer Collins has simply not had room for other people in her life outside those she works in, and most of them were killed in the Executioner's assault on her old station.

Rivalries: If there is one person Elizabeth would kill rather than arrest, it would have to be the Executioner.

Public/Professional Goals: Bring the Supers to justice and restore the rule of law.

History: Elizabeth joined a police academy fairly soon after graduating high school, deciding to follow in the path of her father who had been killed in the line of duty. She excelled at the academy, graduating top of her class in all aspects, and signed on with her father's old department. Needless to say, she wasn't happy when she was shafted with a desk job doing paperwork. When the meteor and the first Supers started appearing, she had piercing headaches for days, until the Executioner attacked her building.

The man shot his way through troves of officers trying to subdue him in an effort to reach the jail cells. Officer Collins nearly managed to put him down but missed, blowing off part of the man's ear when his helmet had been ripped off, but then he kicked her body into the wall, breaking multiple ribs. In retaliation for his ear, he shot her across the cheek and left her coughing blood. In the end, nearly all of her coworkers had been killed or wounded, with all those in the cells turned to pulp. Elizabeth's intense anger at herself a few days later manifested her power, shattering a cup of coffee she had sitting on her hospital tray. Further experimentation and training with it has led to today, when she has agreed to be the face of the push to bring an end to the growing Super troubles.

Uniform: Currently just wears her blue police uniform with nothing ridiculous. She thinks it's absurd how the other Supers wear costumes, and a blatant indication that most of them cannot be trusted if they have to hide behind masks.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Combat Method: Officer Collins uses a number of methods depending on the situation and as she learns to incorporate her telekinesis into combat, preferring to subdue suspects and assailants instead of kill them.

Mode of Transportation: Junker car, police cruiser.

Supply/Inventory:
-Her police uniform, nothing special about it.
-Her police badge and identification.
-A smart phone.
-Sunglasses.
-Handcuffs.
-Flashlight.
-A standard-issue police pistol.
-Pepper-spray.
-A taser.
-Often has access to the trunk of a police cruiser with weapons and the police arsenal to respond to situations as needed. Unlike the Executioner, she isn't geared to wipe out entire armies at a moment's notice.
-A pad to give people speeding tickets. Sometimes things get slow and we've got quotas to meet, alright?

Paradigm Stone
Paradigm Stone Appearance: When Elizabeth possesses the stone it seems to not stop morphing its shape, like an orb whose insides are trying to force its way out, multiple tongues and tentacles of rock lash outwards and then fall back into the orb, like the tendrils of the Sun. Its color varies greatly depending Elizabeth's mood, and the orb itself hovers around her.

Personal Appearance Changes: Elizabeth's body quickly becomes covered in a second skin of random materials that adhere to her from nearby objects such as cement, rock, steel, or anything else tough, as her telekinesis creates a physical shield against others. She ceases walking and simply hovers or flies where she decides to go, often sending shockwaves of force in her wake that shatter buildings.

Power/Ability Progression: Empowered by the Stone, her powers grow enormously, allow her to rip steel beams out of buildings to use as bats or to throw military tanks with ease. Her frustrations burst into view and her allegiance shifts at a whim. She is very likely to conclude that the world would be better off under her leadership and to begin actively pursuing its conquest.

Power-Drunk Goals: Initially, attainment of respect, then money, then finally power. Soon enough, it is clear she is the only person fit to lead humanity.

Weakness: Arrogance, anger, a loss of control over herself and the unleashing of what a normal Elizabeth might view as a monster on the order of the Executioner. Her biggest weakness is probably mental and/or psychic, as her power grows to consume her.

Withdrawal Symptoms: Delusions, hallucinations, and potentially a babbling psychosis.

The Paradigm Stone

I don't see why not, any particular reasoning behind that?

The Paradigm Stone

The one I'm writing now is an officer employed to rein in the illegal vigilantes so the police themselves, at least higher up, probably aren't too happy about it. Which is the logical way of it, since people with super powers makes their job a lot harder and needed a lot more often.