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Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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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 _________________________________________________________ Cleo Boyd _________________________________________________________ February22,2004 | 24 | Scottish _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Bisexual _________________________________________________________ Glasgow | Scotland _________________________________________________________ Lutra | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________ ◼ B U I L D || Gamine ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Ginger and dark blonde ombre ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 5’5 ◼ W E I G H T || 120lbs ◼ S C A R S || none ◼ T A T T O O S || Small, memento tattoos here and there, on a wrist, between her shoulders ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Ears and septum ◼ O T H E R || N/A

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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Growing up in a small Glasgow estate, Cleo Boyd didn't know she was fated for anything other than the normal life that surrounded her. Her family was small but close-knit and loving. Her mother, Shauna, was always incredibly sensitive and regaled Cleo and her brother, Callum, with vivid stories of otherworldly creatures and magical realms. As Cleo and Callum grew older, Shauna’s sensitivity intensified, untreated, into excruciating headaches and bouts of hysteria, filling their home with tension and unease. Callum's way of dealing with the chaos was to rebel against it, frequently getting into trouble for anti-social behavior. The strain eventually tore their family apart, with their father leaving to escape the turmoil. At thirteen, Cleo began experiencing the same severe headaches that had plagued her mother. These were accompanied by the unsettling intrusion of others’ thoughts into her mind, and her own escaping into the world as feelings and colors—like leaks from a bottle. Frightened and isolated, she struggled to keep her burgeoning abilities a secret while caring for her rapidly deteriorating mother. Her brother, having turned his life around enough to attend university, recognised Cleo’s suffering and introduced her to Dr. Eilidh Vass, a skilled psionic and registered Hyperhuman. Desperate to rid herself of the painful power and fearful of her own future, Cleo sought Eilidh's mentorship. Through calming meditation and visualisation techniques, Eilidh helped Cleo manage her abilities enough to start functioning normally again, teaching her how to capture her thoughts before they escaped too far. By visualising something she could easily create in her mind's eye, Cleo found a semblance of control. It worked for a while, but a turning point came when Shauna's condition worsened to the point of needing institutional care. Eilidh stepped in, ensuring that Shauna wasn't punished for hiding her Hyperhuman ability. Determined to find a way to help her mother, and with Eilidh’s guidance, Cleo applied to PRCU, seeking to master her abilities and ultimately find a way to bring her mother back from the brink of madness. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Cleo’s style reflects her upbringing and home. Sharp fashion, with eclectic influences. She opts for sharp pieces that add touches of sophistication but pairs it off with grunge elements - keeping an attention to detail, but playing with texture, colour, and patterns. She adds feminine touches with quirky heels, pastel colours, and eye-catching makeup. She has a delicate, but expressive face with blue, almond shaped eyes that often sparkle with curiosity, or simmer with fire when she feels inclined to display her passions. She keeps her hair cut to her jawline, tousled and messy, blonde at the tips and dark at the root. Cleo is a highly expressive and animated individual, and it shows on her face - whether it’s a playful smirk or a narrowing of her eyes, people will usually know just how she’s feeling. Occasionally, a faint shimmer surrounds her - an aura of her psionic energy that certainly becomes more noticeable when she’s using her abilities. Small, colourful bubbles might occasionally appear around her - especially if she’s feeling strong emotions. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Cleo is often described as a whimsical young woman, with a bold and headstrong energy that is representative of her working-class background. Beneath her sunshine surface, there is a toughness and resilience. She does not suffer fools and is not easily influenced or impressed by status or social hierarchy. Cleo is never afraid to challenge someone and is honest to a fault—sometimes to her detriment. She finds happiness in loud music, in dancing, and in being social. A dry and quick wit is her weapon of choice, true to her heritage. Sarcasm bleeds. Meditation and spiritual practice have been paramount to the development of her abilities, and she holds those beliefs sacred, using them as a safe place to distance herself from unwanted use of her powers. When she accidentally senses something private or shares a feeling that someone didn’t want exposed, she feels deep shame and guilt. As a psionic, Cleo harbours powerful emotional intelligence, with an innate ability to understand people. This is coupled with a natural intelligence for most academic pursuits, although it is tempered by airheaded tendencies. She can be forgetful and clumsy, and often finds herself lost in overly complex analyses, unsure how she arrived at or how to return from these tangents. Above all, she is fiercely independent and driven, using her working-class upbringing as her source of strength. She approaches life with a blend of colour and imagination; yet all the while she clings to insecurities about her abilities. She feels her development lags behind her peers and questions her usefulness in a team. This self-doubt fuels internal conflict, especially as she races against time to become strong enough to help her mother. She also fears her power, sensing an underlying darkness—an echo of her mother’s struggles and the voices that sometimes slip in.

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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 ||Psionic Manipulation __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Psionic __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD Cleo’s hyperhuman ability centers on the manipulation and control of Psionic Energy. Having taken on the lessons of Dr. Vass, this energy manifests as delicate, visible bubbles. Through these bubbles, Cleo can bottle emotions. She is able to share brief, fleeting sensations with others—imagine catching a spritz of perfume that’s imbued with the sensation of unbridled joy. These effects are subtle, intended only to gently touch the recipient's feelings without overwhelming them. With great concentration, she is able to tap into another's feelings too, creating an interpretation in bubble form. Using the visualisations, the bubbles act as a training ground for her broader, untapped Psionic capabilities, helping her to manage and contain her powers. The bubbles can also serve as conduits for telempathic communication, allowing her to forge brief, synesthetic connections with others. Rather than words, Cleo can transmit colours, moods, and abstract images, enabling a form of dialogue that relies on the recipient's ability to decipher meaning. This method of communication is abstract and elusive, often challenging both her and those she connects with. Finally, when overwhelmed by intense emotions, her Psionic energy can overflow and cause visible changes to the environment: a room might brighten with her happiness, darken with her sadness, quiver with her anger, or chill with her fear. L I M I T A T I O N S || Concentration In order to manipulate her energy, it requires a huge amount concentration and a clear mind. The success of the control of her abilities always hinges on her staying calm and focused. Mental fatigue, stress, sensory overload, or physical disruption impact her control. At this stage in her power development, it is difficult to manipulate energy beyond a close proximity to herself over long distances, the further she stretches, the weaker the link becomes and the more difficult it is to maintain it. The bubbles are fragile. They’re bubbles afterall… Usually no larger than a football. They can easily be burst by physical objects or disruptions in the environment - even minor contact can cause them to pop and nullify their effects, or disrupt her focus enough that she feels less protected by the stress felt by others too. W E A K N E S S E S || Physical Attacks First and foremost, Cleo is physically weak; and any kind of physical threat would render her defenseless. If she cannot access her bubbles, she would be overpowered physically. Secondly, she is so dependant on being calm therefore anything that becomes overwhelming emotionally will render her powers too difficult to use. Psionic power is also mentally draining, and too much use and over-exertion will cause crippling migraines.

S K I L L S & T A L E N T S S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ S K I L L S || Interpersonal Skills - She makes a great and encouraging teammate, and is able to coordinate and work effectively with all manner of people. Strong persuasive skills/high emotional intelligence that allow her to understand and empathise with the motivations and feelings of others. Esoteric Senses - An uncanny ability to sense the unseen and feel the otherworldly. She knows when the vibes are off and an ill wind doesn't go unnoticed. She’ll often act on these instincts before others perceive a change. This extends to people as well; she can tell when someone's got a "shite aura." Smart Cookie - Skilled in science and mathematics; something that often surprises those around her given her usual airheaded demeanor. She is a vast repository of obscure knowledge, capable of recalling facts and details about people, places, and things with startling accuracy (especially the most seemingly irrelevant tidbits). Bonus points if it’s at the most unexpected/inappropriate time. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ T A L E N T S || Rollerblading - Often seen traveling around the campus on her rollerblades. Despite her usual clumsiness, she is scarily graceful on them, swerving effortlessly through the halls and across the grounds. Her rollerblades have become something of a signature. Cooking - Naturally talented in the kitchen and often uses food as a means to bond with others. Just, don’t question the mess, and don’t ask her to clean it up. C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L _________________________________________________________ A T T I R E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B L I N G || Item Various stackable rings, crystal necklaces, and bracelets.. ◼ B L A D E S || Some colourful rollerblades. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ H E A D P H O N E S || Noise cancelling, to help her block out overwhelming thoughts and focus on her own mind when necessary, she does, however, become less aware of her actual surroundings… T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ C A L M K I T || A small bag with incense, tibetan cymbals, and a pocket-sized journal for jotting down her thoughts and meditative practices. A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Loves music, loves dancing. Loves any kind of movement, actually. Collector of succulents and crystals. She has a set of personal rituals for calming her mind, such as lighting incense, playing specific ambient music, or sitting in a particular yoga pose. -

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

Be open tae the learnings, be open to what they’re telling you and teaching you. But… Know yerself too, listen tae yer own instincts and trust them. Nobody knows ye better than yerself… And to develop yer gifts ye have to trust yerself over anyone else.

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I came here to understand, to protect myself and others from these abilities… Try to be less fearful of it all, to break a curse.

I suppose what really changed was seeing this as less of a curse and as a gift that can be controlled, and it’s no a scary thing.

What’s stayed the same… My love fer my roots, I did think I might love it here, but I miss home. My Scottish blood has kept me grounded.

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

I’ve made connections ye know? But… I’ve no really made many true friends. I’m a social butterfly but… To have some people I can really trust and bond with. Maybe there's still time.

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

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_{☯ NEUTRAL ☯ || ☮ FRIENDS ☮ || ♫ BEST FRIENDS ♫ || § TENSE § || ♥ CRUSH ♥ || ☠ ENEMIES ☠}

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☮ Blaylock, Manny ♫ "Safe energy. He has a way of making my world feel a little quieter, even though his isn't." ______________________________________	☮ Bray, Lucas ♫ "Best soul I know. He is every shade of the rainbow." ______________________________________ ______________________________________

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Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

For your re-consideration...

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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 _________________________________________________________ Cleo Boyd _________________________________________________________ February22,2004 | 24 | Scottish _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Bisexual _________________________________________________________ Glasgow | Scotland _________________________________________________________ Lutra | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________ ◼ B U I L D || Gamine ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Ginger and dark blonde ombre ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 5’5 ◼ W E I G H T || 120lbs ◼ S C A R S || none ◼ T A T T O O S || Small, memento tattoos here and there, on a wrist, between her shoulders ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Ears and septum ◼ O T H E R || N/A

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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Growing up in a small Glasgow estate, Cleo Boyd didn't know she was fated for anything other than the normal life that surrounded her. Her family was small but close-knit and loving. Her mother, Shauna, was always incredibly sensitive and regaled Cleo and her brother, Callum, with vivid stories of otherworldly creatures and magical realms. As Cleo and Callum grew older, Shauna’s sensitivity intensified, untreated, into excruciating headaches and bouts of hysteria, filling their home with tension and unease. Callum's way of dealing with the chaos was to rebel against it, frequently getting into trouble for anti-social behavior. The strain eventually tore their family apart, with their father leaving to escape the turmoil. At thirteen, Cleo began experiencing the same severe headaches that had plagued her mother. These were accompanied by the unsettling intrusion of others’ thoughts into her mind, and her own escaping into the world as feelings and colors—like leaks from a bottle. Frightened and isolated, she struggled to keep her burgeoning abilities a secret while caring for her rapidly deteriorating mother. Her brother, having turned his life around enough to attend university, recognised Cleo’s suffering and introduced her to Dr. Eilidh Vass, a skilled psionic and registered Hyperhuman. Desperate to rid herself of the painful power and fearful of her own future, Cleo sought Eilidh's mentorship. Through calming meditation and visualisation techniques, Eilidh helped Cleo manage her abilities enough to start functioning normally again, teaching her how to capture her thoughts before they escaped too far. By visualising something she could easily create in her mind's eye, Cleo found a semblance of control. It worked for a while, but a turning point came when Shauna's condition worsened to the point of needing institutional care. Eilidh stepped in, ensuring that Shauna wasn't punished for hiding her Hyperhuman ability. Determined to find a way to help her mother, and with Eilidh’s guidance, Cleo applied to PRCU, seeking to master her abilities and ultimately find a way to bring her mother back from the brink of madness. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Cleo’s style reflects her upbringing and home. Sharp fashion, with eclectic influences. She opts for sharp pieces that add touches of sophistication but pairs it off with grunge elements - keeping an attention to detail, but playing with texture, colour, and patterns. She adds feminine touches with quirky heels, pastel colours, and eye-catching makeup. She has a delicate, but expressive face with blue, almond shaped eyes that often sparkle with curiosity, or simmer with fire when she feels inclined to display her passions. She keeps her hair cut to her jawline, tousled and messy, blonde at the tips and dark at the root. Cleo is a highly expressive and animated individual, and it shows on her face - whether it’s a playful smirk or a narrowing of her eyes, people will usually know just how she’s feeling. Occasionally, a faint shimmer surrounds her - an aura of her psionic energy that certainly becomes more noticeable when she’s using her abilities. Small, colourful bubbles might occasionally appear around her - especially if she’s feeling strong emotions. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Cleo is often described as a whimsical young woman, with a bold and headstrong energy that is representative of her working-class background. Beneath her sunshine surface, there is a toughness and resilience. She does not suffer fools and is not easily influenced or impressed by status or social hierarchy. Cleo is never afraid to challenge someone and is honest to a fault—sometimes to her detriment. She finds happiness in loud music, in dancing, and in being social. A dry and quick wit is her weapon of choice, true to her heritage. Sarcasm bleeds. Meditation and spiritual practice have been paramount to the development of her abilities, and she holds those beliefs sacred, using them as a safe place to distance herself from unwanted use of her powers. When she accidentally senses something private or shares a feeling that someone didn’t want exposed, she feels deep shame and guilt. As a psionic, Cleo harbours powerful emotional intelligence, with an innate ability to understand people. This is coupled with a natural intelligence for most academic pursuits, although it is tempered by airheaded tendencies. She can be forgetful and clumsy, and often finds herself lost in overly complex analyses, unsure how she arrived at or how to return from these tangents. Above all, she is fiercely independent and driven, using her working-class upbringing as her source of strength. She approaches life with a blend of colour and imagination; yet all the while she clings to insecurities about her abilities. She feels her development lags behind her peers and questions her usefulness in a team. This self-doubt fuels internal conflict, especially as she races against time to become strong enough to help her mother. She also fears her power, sensing an underlying darkness—an echo of her mother’s struggles and the voices that sometimes slip in.

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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 ||Psionic Manipulation __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Psionic __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD Cleo’s hyperhuman ability centers on the manipulation and control of Psionic Energy. Having taken on the lessons of Dr. Vass, this energy manifests as delicate, visible bubbles. Through these bubbles, Cleo can bottle emotions. She is able to share brief, fleeting sensations with others—imagine catching a spritz of perfume that’s imbued with the sensation of unbridled joy. These effects are subtle, intended only to gently touch the recipient's feelings without overwhelming them. With great concentration, she is able to tap into another's feelings too, creating an interpretation in bubble form. Using the visualisations, the bubbles act as a training ground for her broader, untapped Psionic capabilities, helping her to manage and contain her powers. The bubbles can also serve as conduits for telempathic communication, allowing her to forge brief, synesthetic connections with others. Rather than words, Cleo can transmit colours, moods, and abstract images, enabling a form of dialogue that relies on the recipient's ability to decipher meaning. This method of communication is abstract and elusive, often challenging both her and those she connects with. Finally, when overwhelmed by intense emotions, her Psionic energy can overflow and cause visible changes to the environment: a room might brighten with her happiness, darken with her sadness, quiver with her anger, or chill with her fear. L I M I T A T I O N S || Concentration In order to manipulate her energy, it requires a huge amount concentration and a clear mind. The success of the control of her abilities always hinges on her staying calm and focused. Mental fatigue, stress, sensory overload, or physical disruption impact her control. At this stage in her power development, it is difficult to manipulate energy beyond a close proximity to herself over long distances, the further she stretches, the weaker the link becomes and the more difficult it is to maintain it. The bubbles are fragile. They’re bubbles afterall… Usually no larger than a football. They can easily be burst by physical objects or disruptions in the environment - even minor contact can cause them to pop and nullify their effects, or disrupt her focus enough that she feels less protected by the stress felt by others too. W E A K N E S S E S || Physical Attacks First and foremost, Cleo is physically weak; and any kind of physical threat would render her defenseless. If she cannot access her bubbles, she would be overpowered physically. Secondly, she is so dependant on being calm therefore anything that becomes overwhelming emotionally will render her powers too difficult to use. Psionic power is also mentally draining, and too much use and over-exertion will cause crippling migraines.

S K I L L S & T A L E N T S S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ S K I L L S || Interpersonal Skills - She makes a great and encouraging teammate, and is able to coordinate and work effectively with all manner of people. Strong persuasive skills/high emotional intelligence that allow her to understand and empathise with the motivations and feelings of others. Esoteric Senses - An uncanny ability to sense the unseen and feel the otherworldly. She knows when the vibes are off and an ill wind doesn't go unnoticed. She’ll often act on these instincts before others perceive a change. This extends to people as well; she can tell when someone's got a "shite aura." Smart Cookie - Skilled in science and mathematics; something that often surprises those around her given her usual airheaded demeanor. She is a vast repository of obscure knowledge, capable of recalling facts and details about people, places, and things with startling accuracy (especially the most seemingly irrelevant tidbits). Bonus points if it’s at the most unexpected/inappropriate time. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ T A L E N T S || Rollerblading - Often seen traveling around the campus on her rollerblades. Despite her usual clumsiness, she is scarily graceful on them, swerving effortlessly through the halls and across the grounds. Her rollerblades have become something of a signature. Cooking - Naturally talented in the kitchen and often uses food as a means to bond with others. Just, don’t question the mess, and don’t ask her to clean it up. C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L _________________________________________________________ A T T I R E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B L I N G || Item Various stackable rings, crystal necklaces, and bracelets.. ◼ B L A D E S || Some colourful rollerblades. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ H E A D P H O N E S || Noise cancelling, to help her block out overwhelming thoughts and focus on her own mind when necessary, she does, however, become less aware of her actual surroundings… T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ C A L M K I T || A small bag with incense, tibetan cymbals, and a pocket-sized journal for jotting down her thoughts and meditative practices. A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Loves music, loves dancing. Loves any kind of movement, actually. Collector of succulents and crystals. She has a set of personal rituals for calming her mind, such as lighting incense, playing specific ambient music, or sitting in a particular yoga pose. -

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

Be open tae the learnings, be open to what they’re telling you and teaching you. But… Know yerself too, listen tae yer own instincts and trust them. Nobody knows ye better than yerself… And to develop yer gifts ye have to trust yerself over anyone else.

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

I came here to understand, to protect myself and others from these abilities… Try to be less fearful of it all, to break a curse.

I suppose what really changed was seeing this as less of a curse and as a gift that can be controlled, and it’s no a scary thing.

What’s stayed the same… My love fer my roots, I did think I might love it here, but I miss home. My Scottish blood has kept me grounded.

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

I’ve made connections ye know? But… I’ve no really made many true friends. I’m a social butterfly but… To have some people I can really trust and bond with. Maybe there's still time.

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Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

For your consideration...

C L E O B O Y D
C L E O B O Y D

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_{^{"Not here tae burst yer bubble, but…}}

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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 _________________________________________________________ Cleo Boyd _________________________________________________________ February22,2004 | 24 | Scottish _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Bisexual _________________________________________________________ Glasgow | Scotland _________________________________________________________ Lutra | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________ ◼ B U I L D || Gamine ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || A dark blonde ombre ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 5’5 ◼ W E I G H T || 120lbs ◼ S C A R S || none ◼ T A T T O O S || Small, memento tattoos here and there, on a wrist, between her shoulders ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Ears and septum ◼ O T H E R || N/A

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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Growing up in a small Glasgow estate, Cleo Boyd didn't know she was fated for anything other than the normal life that surrounded her. Her family was small, but close-knit and loving. Her mother, Shauna, was always incredibly sensitive and regalled Cleo and her brother Callum with vivid stories of otherworldly creatures and magical realms. As Cleo and Callum grew older, Shauna’s sensitivity continued to intensify, untreated, into excruciating headaches and bouts of hysteria, filling their home with tension and unease. Callum's way of dealing with the chaos was to rebel against it, frequently getting into trouble for anti-social behavior. The strain eventually tore their family apart, with their father leaving to escape the turmoil. At thirteen, Cleo began experiencing the same severe headaches that had plagued her mother. These were accompanied by the unsettling intrusion of others’ thoughts into her mind. Frightened and isolated, she struggled to keep her burgeoning abilities a secret while caring for her rapidly deteriorating mother. Her brother, having turned his life around enough to attend university, recognised Cleo’s suffering and introduced her to Eilidh Vass, a skilled psionic and registered Hyperhuman. Desperate to remove the painful power, and fearful of own her future, Cleo sought Eilidh's mentorship. Through calming, meditative techniques, and visualisation techniques, Eilidh helped Cleo manage her abilities enough to start functioning normally again. Thinking she could suvive that way, Cleo pushed on in life. A turning point came when Shauna's condition worsened to the point of needing institutional care. It was Eilidh who helped with this, ensuring that Shauna wasn't punished for hiding her Hyperhuman ability. Determined to find a way to help her mother, with the assistance and connection of Eilidh, Cleo applied to PRCU, seeking to master her abilities and ultimately find a way to bring her mother back from the brink of madness. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Cleo’s style reflects her upbringing and home. Sharp fashion, with eclectic influences. She opts for sharp pieces that add touches of sophistication but pairs it off with grunge elements - keeping an attention to detail, but playing with texture, colour, and patterns. She adds feminine touches with quirky heels, pastel colours, and eye-catching makeup. She has a delicate, but expressive face with blue, almond shaped eyes that often sparkle with curiosity, or simmer with fire when she feels inclined to display her passions. She keeps her hair cut to her jawline, tousled and messy, blonde at the tips and dark at the root. Cleo is a highly expressive and animated individual, and it shows on her face - whether it’s a playful smirk or a narrowing of her eyes, people will usually know just how she’s feeling. Occasionally, a faint shimmer surrounds her - an aura of her psychic energy that certainly becomes more noticeable when she’s using her powers. Small, colourful bubbles might occasionally appear around her - especially if she’s feeling strong emotions. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ One might describe Cleo as a whimsical young woman, and while that isn’t entirely untrue, it’s only half of the story. On one hand she can be very light, airy, and carefree but beneath the surface there is a toughness and resilience that developed as a product of her upbringing. She does not suffer fools, and she is not easily influenced or impressed by status or social hierarchy. She’s never afraid to challenge someone, and is honest to a fault - sometimes to her detriment. She finds happiness in loud music, in dancing, and in being social - she has a dry and quick wit that is telling of her heritage. Meditation, and spiritual practice has also been paramount to the development of her abilities, and so she carries those beliefs with her as something sacred, and her safe place. As a psionic, she has a remarkable emotional intelligence, with an ability to understand people, and it is coupled with another psionic trait - one of natural intelligence for most academic pursuits, this is unfortunately quite heavily tempered with airheaded tendencies. She can be forgetful, clumsy, or analyse something too deeply that she ends up in entirely the wrong train of thought entirely - unsure of how she even arrived there. Within her lies a fire that fuels her ambitions and dreams. Cleo is fiercely independent and driven, using her tough upbringing as her source of strength. She approaches life with a blend of practicality and imagination, however she harbours her insecurities and fears about her abilities. She feels her development is lagging behind her peers and questions her usefulness in a team. This self-doubt can often be a source of internal conflict, and there are times she feels inadequate.

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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 ||Psionic Manipulation __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Psionic __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD Cleo's hyperhuman ability is the manipulation of psionic energy, which she has been able to manifest in the form of visible bubbles. Her bubbles are versatile, and allow her to utilise and control her abilities in impactful ways. With the bubbles, she is able to control unwanted, and accidental psychic communication. Cleo can create bubbles that allow her to briefly share emotions with others, like catching a spritz of perfume when a bubble pops - only it's filled with unbridled, momentary joy. This ability can enable her to calm an agitated person, or alternatively to inspire confidence. It’s not a power she leans into too much, she struggles with the ethics of her abilities - and tries to use them as infrequently as possible for such reasons. Similarly, Cleo can establish telepathic links with others, allowing for silent communication over short distances, using the bubbles as conduits for sending thoughts or images directly to another person's mind; such control and entry into someone’s mind is something she struggles with, and it’s a power she hasn’t been too adept at using. As her bubbles are made entirely of her psionic energy, they are capable of holding, manipulating and levitating objects within them. She can move items, and throw things. Now, her aim on the other hand… We don't talk about that... Without an item in them, the bubbles can be used to inflict non-fatal harm by bursting upon impact with a target, delivering a mini dose of sleepiness, confusion, or disorientation. A feeling that washes over, just enough to catch someone off guard. Finally, her bubbles can provide small and temporary protective barriers for herself and others to shield from minor attacks, but they will disappear upon impact. L I M I T A T I O N S || Concentration In order to manipulate her energy, it requires a huge amount concentration and a clear mind. The success of her bubbles always hinges on her ability to stay calm and focused. Mental fatigue, stress, sensory overload, or physical disruption impact her control over the bubbles. At this stage in her power development, it is difficult to manipulate the bubbles over long distances, the further they get from her, the weaker the link becomes and the more difficult it is to maintain their integrity. The bubbles are fragile. They’re bubbles afterall… They can easily be burst by physical objects or disruptions in the environment - even minor contact can cause them to pop and nullify their effects. W E A K N E S S E S || Physical Attacks First and foremost, Cleo is physically weak; and any kind of physical threat would render her defenseless. If she cannot access her bubbles, she would be overpowered physically. Secondly, she is so dependant on being calm therefore anything that becomes overwhelming emotionally will render her powers too difficult to use. Psionic power is also mentally draining, and too much use and over-exertion will cause crippling migraines.

S K I L L S & T A L E N T S S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ S K I L L S || Interpersonal Skills - She makes a great and encouraging teammate, and is able to coordinate and work effectively with all manner of people. Strong persuasive skills/high emotional intelligence that allow her to understand and empathise with the motivations and feelings of others. Esoteric Senses - An uncanny ability to sense the unseen and feel the otherworldly. She knows when the vibes are off and an ill wind doesn't go unnoticed. She’ll often act on these instincts before others perceive a change. This extends to people as well; she can tell when someone's got a "shite aura." Smart Cookie - Skilled in science and mathematics; something that often surprises those around her given her usual airheaded demeanor. She is a vast repository of obscure knowledge, capable of recalling facts and details about people, places, and things with startling accuracy (especially the most seemingly irrelevant tidbits). Bonus points if it’s at the most unexpected/inappropriate time. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ T A L E N T S || Rollerblading - Often seen traveling around the campus on her rollerblades. Despite her usual clumsiness, she is scarily graceful on them, swerving effortlessly through the halls and across the grounds. Her rollerblades have become something of a signature. Cooking - Naturally talented in the kitchen and often uses food as a means to bond with others. Just, don’t question the mess, and don’t ask her to clean it up. C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L _________________________________________________________ A T T I R E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B L I N G || Item Various stackable rings, crystal necklaces, and bracelets.. ◼ B L A D E S || Some colourful rollerblades. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ H E A D P H O N E S || Noise cancelling, to help her block out overwhelming thoughts and focus on her own mind when necessary, she does, however, become less aware of her actual surroundings… T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ C A L M K I T || A small bag with incense, tibetan cymbals, and a pocket-sized journal for jotting down her thoughts and meditative practices. A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ She often gestures protectively with her hands, as if forming a barrier, even when not actively using her powers. When she’s nervous or deep in thought, she fidgets with small objects, unconsciously levitating them slightly with her telekinetic bubbles. She has a set of personal rituals for calming her mind, such as lighting incense, playing specific ambient music, or sitting in a particular yoga pose. -

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

Be open tae the learnings, be open to what they’re telling you and teaching you. But… Know yerself too, listen tae yer own instincts and trust them. Nobody knows ye better than yerself… And to develop yer gifts ye have to trust yerself over anyone else.

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I came here to understand, to protect myself and others from these abilities… Try to be less fearful of it all, to break a curse.

I suppose what really changed was seeing this as less of a curse and as a gift that can be controlled, and it’s no a scary thing.

What’s stayed the same… My love fer my roots, I did think I might love it here, but I miss home. My Scottish blood has kept me grounded.

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I’ve made connections ye know? But… I’ve no really made many true friends. I’m a social butterfly but… To have some people I can really trust and bond with. Maybe there's still time.

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FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

Dr Kinsley

Dr Harper Diane Kinsley
43 | Human

Chowder
11 | Good boy

Special

Intelligence: 10 | Perception: 9 | Luck: 6 |
Agility: 5
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 3
Strength: 3

Skill

Proficient: Medicine | Science | Survival
Other: Repair - 3 | Unarmed - 2 | Melee - 2 | Throw - 2 |

Personality

A natural intellectual, her way of thinking offers a lot of insight into the world around her, but for the most part, Dr. Kinsley is private and withdrawn, and so very little is known of her, just that she is good at what she does and does it without much of a fuss.

What is known, however, is that she is direct in her communication, and does not mince her words. It is not too much of a secret that Dr. Kinsley glass is entirely empty. Her eyes are often glazed over with a gloom that transcends her social interactions. Her brutal honesty can be refreshing, and between the lines of melancholy, there is often genuinely helpful nuggets of wisdom that most certainly come from the little warmth that she does have left. Particularly for those who make an effort to get to know her beyond her outward quirks.

Life isn’t all a spiral of darkness, and there are brief moments where Dr. Kinsley will light up with joy, and smile from her heart. In those moments, colour seems to momentarily return and she possesses a maternal grace that hasn’t completely left her. But yes, those moments are fleeting and rare — but the longer she spends with people, being useful, the more such moments beat back the darkness.

Dr Kinsley can usually be found pacing back and forth, muttering her thoughts to herself, or perhaps to Chowder. She doesn’t really seem to care that she sleeps in short bursts. Her pacing and chuntering late at night might well bother others, however.

She has an incredibly logical mind, and is a fantastic problem solver. She enjoys intellectual puzzles, particularly linguistic or mathematical ones. Solving puzzles is one of the few things she presently takes joy in, and her skills translate beyond being able to figure out the answer to a riddle - but in the real world too. She can make logical decisions with ease, without being too tangled up in emotional aspects. She excels in analysing connections, linking together seemingly unrelated factors in a way that might confuse someone else.

Background

Born Harper Howard in 2147 in the New California Republic, Harper had an affluent upbringing. Both of her parents were notable doctors, and she was destined for the same path - and maybe more. In 2164 she was formally learning the art of medicine and surgery from books, until she came of age enough to start practicing in clinics.

Her friendly demeanour and intense passion for her chosen science made her popular in the NCR, and her career grew very quickly. It was at some point that she met Alex Kinglsey, a fellow Doctor who travelled with the Followers of the Apocalypse. They begin a flirtatious friendship, wherein Alex would design and create various puzzles for Harper to solve. This went on for some time, until they confessed their feelings to one another, eventually getting married, and leaving the NCR for a nomadic life with her husband.

At the same time, Harper’s medical skills flourished - her expertise in the nervous system, and specifically, tumours, gave her a prodigious reputation. Her record exceptional, until she came across a patient with an impossible tumour. Dr Kinsley’s hubris got the better of her, and the patient died on the table. Her first, but not her last. A lesson, and yet a motivator to be better still.

It wasn’t long until Alex and Harper welcomed their daughter, Victoria to the world, and Harper took to motherhood well - doting on the child. She’d never known such love before, and that love drove her yet again to continue her work, to continue saving lives and preserving life. Their family grew when Victoria was a little older, and a blue heeler puppy was brought home, with their daughter naming him Chowder.

The dog terrorised Harper. He would only chew and piss on her things, and yet was such the perfect best friend to Victoria, practically shoving out the child’s mother. “I’m just not a dog person,” Harper would say, despite the challenges of the animal, she accepted that Victoria had chosen him as her best friend, and in that she was glad that they had each other.

Eight years into parenthood, Alex and Victoria got sick, after an expedition out. They appeared malaised, coughing and wheezing. Their blood instantly coagulating. Harper diagnosed pneumonia. But the bleeding and rashes… It was more than pneumonia. The two were constantly confused, slurring.

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It took only days for the sickness to take them. First Alex. Victoria held on for another 36 hours before passing in her sleep. Harper buried her next to Alex, where Chowder sat for days on end, crying occasionally. Harper had to drag the dog away, for both of their sake - taking off from the Followers.

For a long while, Harper wandered aimlessly as she could from place to place. Staying here and there, treating people where she could for caps in some walking, waking dream. She eventually stumbled upon a wounded youth in the wild, alone and hurt. Chowder seemed to take to him, and when Harper helped him back to his feet, she realised that he was a member of the Brotherhood of Steel. This awoke something in her that had long been asleep, a stirring to the reality that still existed even amongst her grief. Factions remained, and war never changed.

She’d travelled so far from anything that was her home, hell, she’d buried her home miles and miles gone, years ago. With something of a purpose, fate brought her to the strange shores of Hawaii.

Equipment

A standard outfit consists of denim fatigues and a battered burgundy fedora. In a sterile environment, and when not out on the road, Dr. Kinsely can be found in a surgical jacket and scrub cap.
Pocket Knife
.44 Pistol
Roll of Surgical Tools
First Aid Kit

Chowder

An 11 year old Blue Heeler. Dr. Kinsley's companion. Chowder makes himself useful in the field by sniffing out items that may be of use. Sometimes, anyway. He's 11 years old, that nose isn't as powerful as it used to be - or the ears for that matter. Still, he's a Good Boy and friend to all - if nothing else, he's a fantastic morale boost. Just don't leave your shoes unattended.

Chowder Time

You have a dog, one of the many enterprising furry companions for any wasteland wanderer. Your dog is an NPC and can earn XP and attack enemies, albeit at a diminished rate compared to you. Once per scene, your dog can reduce the DC of any skill check you are doing by providing moral and emotional support in the form of cuddles.

FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

Dr Kinsley

Dr Harper Diane Kinsley
43 | Human

Chowder
11 | Good boy

Special

Intelligence: 10 | Perception: 9 | Luck: 5 |
Agility: 5
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 3
Strength: 3

Skill

Proficient: Medicine | Science | Survival
Other: Repair - 3 | Unarmed - 2 | Melee - 2 | Throw - 2 |

Personality

A natural intellectual, her way of thinking offers a lot of insight into the world around her, but for the most part, Dr. Kinsley is private and withdrawn, and so very little is known of her, just that she is good at what she does and does it without much of a fuss.

What is known, however, is that she is direct in her communication, and does not mince her words. It is not too much of a secret that Dr. Kinsley glass is entirely empty. Her eyes are often glazed over with a gloom that transcends her social interactions. Her brutal honesty can be refreshing, and between the lines of melancholy, there is often genuinely helpful nuggets of wisdom that most certainly come from the little warmth that she does have left. Particularly for those who make an effort to get to know her beyond her outward quirks.

Life isn’t all a spiral of darkness, and there are brief moments where Dr. Kinsley will light up with joy, and smile from her heart. In those moments, colour seems to momentarily return and she possesses a maternal grace that hasn’t completely left her. But yes, those moments are fleeting and rare — but the longer she spends with people, being useful, the more such moments beat back the darkness.

Dr Kinsley can usually be found pacing back and forth, muttering her thoughts to herself, or perhaps to Chowder. She doesn’t really seem to care that she sleeps in short bursts. Her pacing and chuntering late at night might well bother others, however.

She has an incredibly logical mind, and is a fantastic problem solver. She enjoys intellectual puzzles, particularly linguistic or mathematical ones. Solving puzzles is one of the few things she presently takes joy in, and her skills translate beyond being able to figure out the answer to a riddle - but in the real world too. She can make logical decisions with ease, without being too tangled up in emotional aspects. She excels in analysing connections, linking together seemingly unrelated factors in a way that might confuse someone else.

Background

Born Harper Howard in 2147 in the New California Republic, Harper had an affluent upbringing. Both of her parents were notable doctors, and she was destined for the same path - and maybe more. In 2164 she was formally learning the art of medicine and surgery from books, until she came of age enough to start practicing in clinics.

Her friendly demeanour and intense passion for her chosen science made her popular in the NCR, and her career grew very quickly. It was at some point that she met Alex Kinglsey, a fellow Doctor who travelled with the Followers of the Apocalypse. They begin a flirtatious friendship, wherein Alex would design and create various puzzles for Harper to solve. This went on for some time, until they confessed their feelings to one another, eventually getting married, and leaving the NCR for a nomadic life with her husband.

At the same time, Harper’s medical skills flourished - her expertise in the nervous system, and specifically, tumours, gave her a prodigious reputation. Her record exceptional, until she came across a patient with an impossible tumour. Dr Kinsley’s hubris got the better of her, and the patient died on the table. Her first, but not her last. A lesson, and yet a motivator to be better still.

It wasn’t long until Alex and Harper welcomed their daughter, Victoria to the world, and Harper took to motherhood well - doting on the child. She’d never known such love before, and that love drove her yet again to continue her work, to continue saving lives and preserving life. Their family grew when Victoria was a little older, and a blue heeler puppy was brought home, with their daughter naming him Chowder.

The dog terrorised Harper. He would only chew and piss on her things, and yet was such the perfect best friend to Victoria, practically shoving out the child’s mother. “I’m just not a dog person,” Harper would say, despite the challenges of the animal, she accepted that Victoria had chosen him as her best friend, and in that she was glad that they had each other.

Eight years into parenthood, Alex and Victoria got sick, after an expedition out. They appeared malaised, coughing and wheezing. Their blood instantly coagulating. Harper diagnosed pneumonia. But the bleeding and rashes… It was more than pneumonia. The two were constantly confused, slurring.

”I don’t have the supplies out here to help them, and I don’t think I have time to collect anything — I don’t even know what this is. Parasitic pneumonia? Uniquely infects people of their blood type, because I’m fine, and I’ve been exposed to them for hours.

Why don’t I know what to do? Why can’t I figure this out?

It took only days for the sickness to take them. First Alex. Victoria held on for another 36 hours before passing in her sleep. Harper buried her next to Alex, where Chowder sat for days on end, crying occasionally. Harper had to drag the dog away, for both of their sake - taking off from the Followers.

For a long while, Harper wandered aimlessly as she could from place to place. Staying here and there, treating people where she could for caps in some walking, waking dream. She eventually stumbled upon a wounded youth in the wild, alone and hurt. Chowder seemed to take to him, and when Harper helped him back to his feet, she realised that he was a member of the Brotherhood of Steel. This awoke something in her that had long been asleep, a stirring to the reality that still existed even amongst her grief. Factions remained, and war never changed.

She’d travelled so far from anything that was her home, hell, she’d buried her home miles and miles gone, years ago. With something of a purpose, fate brought her to the strange shores of Hawaii.

Equipment

A standard outfit consists of denim fatigues and a battered burgundy fedora. In a sterile environment, and when not out on the road, Dr. Kinsely can be found in a surgical jacket and scrub cap.
Pocket Knife
.44 Pistol
Roll of Surgical Tools
First Aid Kit

Chowder

An 11 year old Blue Heeler. Dr. Kinsley's companion. Chowder makes himself useful in the field by sniffing out items that may be of use. Sometimes, anyway. He's 11 years old, that nose isn't as powerful as it used to be - or the ears for that matter. Still, he's a Good Boy and friend to all - if nothing else, he's a fantastic morale boost. Just don't leave your shoes unattended.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

am i too late for class?

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

howdy! I think I may have to withdraw interest for the time being. I have a few rps on the go and getting a sheet together was a bit difficult right now. Have fun though and maybe next time c:

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Alright I think I have my concept, I'll try to put my sheet together asap. scared.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Well well well.....

Cyberpunk: Rogue

Part II

The Next Day

Bea’s eyes opened to spoiled and cloying sunlight that shifted through every corner of her apartment. Those sequins that usually sparkled decadently around the place, fired at her now like daggers. Her head hurt. She was still in her dress - freezing. Everything hurt, but especially her face.

As she brought a hand to it, she saw the blurring image of a bruise all the way around her wrist come into focus. It hurt too, once she acknowledged that it was there.

“You on drugs or something?”

The voice startled her initially as she was coming to, she almost jumped, but kept her composure. Bea soon came to recognise it as the voice of her neighbour, Shelby, and all of her apprehension slipped away and she relaxed back into her bed with a groan.

“No.. What do you mean?”

“Last night!” Shelby began, incredulously. “There I am, getting ready for bed and I get a call from Aurora who found you to get me to help her bring you to bed!” The woman sighed and paced the apartment. Cookie watched her, wagging his tail slightly. “And you just kept prattling on about the Sugardoc, the Sugardoc - ”gotta find the Sugardoc”. He some coke dealer? You know if that’s what you’re into I know a few better ones…”

“Ew. Aren’t you pushing 90?…” Bea said acerbically. She dragged herself up from the bed, feeling that pulsing ache in her head again.

“Yeah, but I was your age once, and already divorced 3 times by then. You think I got through all that shit on wishful thinking?” Shelby paused, and softened her scowl. “You sure you’re okay?”

The blonde made her way to the mirror, finding the source of the pain - a gash across her eyebrow that had already started to form bruising around the socket. Damn… she thought, unsure of where it had come from. Nothing came to mind. “Yeah… Just a migraine and too much booze….. I got… Pretty out of it, it just really hurt. Thanks Shel…”

Shelby folded her arms and sighed, walking towards Cookie, who still lay on the floor lazily. Unbothered by the presence of the older woman. “It’s from the staircase - you slipped and hit your head.”

I remember… Bea suddenly thought, reliving the moment her shaky legs fell from under her and brought her crashing onto those damn steps. She’d been running. From what?. “Hmmmm…”

Shelby finally materialised into Bea’s view from the dim morning haze in the room. A figure carved by the harsh brushstrokes of time. Her hair, once a cascade of honeyed waves, had surrendered to the relentless march of gray, a testament to the years etched into the lines of her face. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, held the wisdom and wit of the thousands of punchlines she’d delivered through a vast career.

“You really had a migraine attack then?” Shelby asked, disbelief laced the words and she raised a brow, folding her thin arms across her chest. She knew the kind of lifestyle Bea led. She’d led the same one too, once.

Bea nodded sincerely, dropping her facade. “I’m telling the truth. I… Saw some strange things, but it was all from, well…. Pain, up here.” She pointed, glancing at her wrist again. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that the bruise had the shape of a handprint. Crash, she recalled. He’d grabbed her - the weight behind his cyberware had been too much. She was brought back to the nightclub. His face came to view. That stare… His eyes, piercing and green. His words, a warning. She’d missed a show. An important one.

He’d never touched her before though… No… More memory. She saw a glimpse of her own hysteria. Visions of Militech….. That woman with the gun chasing her down.

Bea remembered falling, Crash grabbed her to help her and she’d fought back when his face changed to that of a child. Right in front of her eyes. STOP IT.

“You know, maybe I need to sleep it off, Shel” Bea said softly, as a wave of urgency to be alone, to move. To do something. Anything... She had to find the Voice... She feigned some absent-minded poking and prodding at the gash across her eyebrow - the bruise darkening into shades of purple and blue like splodges of watercolour dye.

Shelby sighed again and made her way to the door, stopping to place a friendly hand on Cookie’s head. “Well if you want some dinner tonight, give the wall a knock or something. But I’ll tell you this - no vodka for you,” she scoffed, shaking her head before leaving.

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Later that morning…

Suitcase stuffed full with clothes, comforts and… the gun. Cookie was at her side. Bea left her apartment. Locking the door, glancing left and right - hiding her face behind a pair of sunglasses - a brimmed hat. Her hair was fashioned differently. Long and dipped with bright pink at the ends. The two began making their way quickly away. Bea, as if by instinct, looked at her phone. Willing it to ring, to flash - anything.

“Go on then.” She hissed under her breath. “I dare you to tell me something Mysterio. I double dare you. I’ll play along.” She closed her eyes, biting her lip. Hating what she was about to say next… An admission that she’d been wrong, that she needed help.

“I’ll get in your damn van.”