@The Man Emperor Hmmmm, he seems okay but I have a problem or two. Mostly with the part about him being trained by an Adept, I feel as if that part is tacked on so he can have some supernatural knowledge. Maaaaybe it would be better if he just read James library? idk not a whole lot of players are utilizing that so it could be a change of pace.
Also could you lower how much he can lift? I'm tryna go for useful but not spectacularly strong abilities.
_______________________________________________ Raymond Salazar Vanburen
He/Him | 33 | Hispanic American | 5’10” | 170 lbs _______________________________________________ Enduring _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Smile for the camera!" ___________________________________
Expert Filmmaker/Journalist/Photographer ⫻ Having been good at films and investigation alike since his high school days, Ray has been a documentary film maker for the last ten years. It's how he makes money, though now that he is stuck in Araminta… well.
Magic Knowledge /// Having read through James' library quite a bit, Ray is knowledgeable about the world of magic, though he is not a true expert.
Comforter ⫻ Are you sad? Give this guy a ring. He'll listen to your rants for the next four hours and not complain about it.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'm Chili."
Raymond is known as a thrifty man, wearing the same outfit almost everyday. He often complains that excessively bright colors make someone look like a clown, and to this end, prefers wearing a knee length trench coat, with a black or grey shirt inside, a complimentary checkered blue scarf, and leather gloves. On his hands is a cane, which he would sometimes tip with sharp rocks if threatened. His hair is a light brown, accented by a forming beard that he often forgets to shave. Tattoos and piercings are simply not his thing, preferring his skin to be unadulterated by artificial additions. At times, he would wear glasses, though he usually goes around with shades.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Don't mind me. I'm watching."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ Ray seeks to fix the turning-to-stone problem, so that he could go back to his life of vlogging and travel. After that… well, guess he wants to keep it that way.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Ray is something of an enigma, as he keeps up a nice exterior with that bright smile and optimistic attitude. However, beneath that wry smirk is a mind that is actively seeking the best ways to neutralize a foe, whether it is through using geokinesis to stop them from using magic, or making them keep shut with blackmail. He may appear as an eccentric man with a love for tea and a friendly face, but make no mistake; threatening him, or those around him will make him go all out.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Asexual. What's with wanting to exchange fluids anyway?!
FEARS ⫻ Ray has an irrational fear of little holes. Ironically enough, he is also heavily claustrophobic. Plus, he fears that the curse of the stone will never leave the Vanburens, which means… he can't travel.
REPUTATION ⫻ Ray is generally well liked amongst the Vanburens, as he is faithful in being a regular in family reunions. While he isn't usually much of a talker, when he does speak, it would be obvious that Ray cares for everyone. Yes. Even Junior.
THOUGHTS ABOUT FATHER ⫻ He had a more or less stable relationship with James, though Ray does not think of him as the perfect overlord like many people do; he sees James as irrevocably flawed, and someone that did so many mistakes that there was no point in trying to right them all.
FLAWS ⫻ Ray often forgets about himself in his quest to make others feel better. It is like he is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and won't let anyone help him with it.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Same old story. Unfaithful dad. I studied hard. I have magic. Boom."
Raymond was born in Araminta, the only child of James Vanburen and Felicita Salazar, an expatriate from Cuba. James and Felicita didn’t seem to last long after that (oh wow, who would have guessed?!), and the two broke their relationship rather amicably. Ray would see his father on weekends, coming along with his mother to the Vanburen estate just to see how many other children that the haremizer had progenitated over the decades. He was just a young child back then, though, and did not understand the circumstances they were all in. He thought of them as friends and playmates at the time, and of course, they were. What he did not learn at the time, however, was that they were all half siblings of his; the products of dozens of failed marriages and affairs.
As he grew up, he would see that his father was an incredibly flawed man, and though he carried the Vanburen name, Ray didn’t tell anyone about it unless they asked, as he thought that it was extremely unfortunate to be someone from such a messed up family. Either way, he then took on journalism in college. In the end, he finished with decent marks; though Ray did not have flying honors, he was still quite good at both. He went around the world, filming documentaries and expanding his rock collection.
He would awaken his abstraction during that fateful day, when an explosion of unknown origin occurred in the place where he was staying in. Ray had been filming there with a team when the quake struck, destroying the building they were in and burying him and some others under debris.
There he was, trapped under rocks and metal, dealing with a diminishing air supply. He prayed and cried, as if there was one feeling that all humans shared, it was the fear of death before achieving something great. Hours passed, and he felt his air tightening as the oxygen in the little enclosed space he was in was running out.
And then it happened. A tattoo of golden light appeared on his wrist, and the power of instinct awoke within him. With a simple gesture, Ray threw off all the debris that was keeping him and his friends trapped. They had passed out, but he had not. This was not a coincidence.
Ray would keep his abilities a secret as he went back to Araminta, keeping a more or less regular job for his education. At least, until his siblings went back to the city, saying that they're turning to stone...
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "This rocks..."
TYPE ⫻ Awakened
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Terrakinesis; an ability that he gained after getting trapped under debris after an explosion. The Awakened tattoo appears as a globe on his wrist.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Ray has the ability to control and shape any earth derived materials around himself. Thus, metal, stone, earth, and mud are fair game. He is able to control them as long as he could see it, and could wield up to 500 kilograms of materiel at a single given time. Wielding his powers also requires hand gestures and lower body movements. In combat, he will always have shoes and gloves made from earthen materials, which allow him to rapidly slide on the ground, crawl on inert surfaces like a lizard, and make improvised cuffs with his gloves. (In other words, basically an Earthbender)
AURA SENSING ⫻ Ray is capable of seeing the auras of people that are currently stepping on earth based materials within ten meters.
LIMITS ⫻ Emotional-Fields interfere with the ability to a degree, and he has a hard time using his ability on the Extra-Normal. He can hit them with a rock just fine, but can't seem to bind them in stone regardless of how hard he tries. The ability has a range of around ten meters, and he has a weight limit of around 500kg. The act of lifting up stone and moving it is incredibly taxing, so he finds it draining when he uses his ability.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ When Ray uses his abstraction, he finds himself weighed down and this really hurts him in confrontations against faster foes. The act of bending earth also causes nasty cracks to form on his skin, and they could get easily infected if they aren't treated.
Finbarr yelped a little bit as Samuel had pointed out that he still had a remnant of the furball stuck in his mouth, looking away from watchful eyes as he pulled out the last pieces of cat with his gloved hand. Wincing at his feline form's antics, Finbarr sighed as he discreetly shoved the bundle of fur into his pockets before looking back at the meeting at hand. If anything, the group had begun to swing towards choosing the short route, as the reasons for such seemed to be quite compelling; not only did they need to get to the planet as soon as possible, but also, it was quite possible that the rebels on Plenty would be unable to secure the Realist for long before the Ascendancy began to smash resistance on that world. The longer it took for the Xing… Xiang… whatever it is called to get to the place, the more negative repercussions that the planet's population could endure at the hands of their detestable enemy.
Finbarr shuddered at the mention of Admiral Laguna, as he had also served under her, though given that everyone in here was more or less in the same unit, they would have known that Admiral more or less. She was cruel and capricious; and as Ashton said, being captured by that bloody lady was a fate worse than death. A bullet to the head is a very preferable alternative to being tortured to the edge of death by that Admiral.
Either way, they were going to their respective quarters now. It seemed that they all had personal rooms, except for Ashton and Flame, who had opted to go into one room together. Of course they did.
Finn, who was at a sleepy mood right now, shapeshifted into a cat and then curled up, napping on the bed. His armor had been set on the wall, while the two hilts that projected his plasma swords were both lying prone on the table. If one did not know that he was a shapeshifter, it would be assumed that only a pet was home…
Trajan Salazar | Sharpeye
Trajan spared Narvia a smile as, even in his drunken state, he was still good to children… Or pre-adolescents/adolescents, by the looks of it. He covered his mouth, as he slowly realized that his breath was probably reeking of alcohol, and speaking from experience, that was not a particularly nice smell. "Sorry about… that.", Trajan said to Narvia as he stood up and nearly toppled over anyway. "Life has been sad." He went back towards his quarters, watching as the magical teenagers went to their chosen quarters. He was both glad and sorrowful at their arrival; glad that the resistance was going to get help from some of the most powerful individuals in all of human space, and distressed that people this young had been forced to fight in a terrible war, and had chosen to relive it, for the sake of revenge. He remembered his adoptive siblings, what it would have been like if they were sent to war after being injected with Kaisoken magic. It would be the worst thing ever.
Either way, now that he thinks about it, seeing that tall one felt… weird. It was if he had seen him before. Maybe they already met. "I should ask that giant's name…"
With that, he set off, looking for that tall kid from earlier. They looked at each other weirdly earlier… Maybe...
Astrad raised both eyebrows at Amelia, as she seemed to think that he was... uh... something. That's not what I meant.", he said to her, rolling his eyes at Amelia, as he too was not too interested on romance; at least, not yet. Astrad was the workaholic type, rarely taking a rest due to being utterly devoted to the cause of their organization. "I literally just asking you if you liked chocolates... you know what, never mind, I'm keeping all of these stuff for myself." He did not like it when people misconstrued his words, especially when said words seemed to have a very obvious meaning, at least for him.
The goddess, or, as it would seem, the alien with magic, led them to a river. The water was crystal pure, so much unlike many rivers on Earth that had been sullied by pollution and turned to glorified sludge pools. It would seem that Nanna had always been prepared for this kind of occasion, as towels were already set in place, probably for any weary travelers that would come across Asgard.
"I'm not that young...", Astrad stammered at the goddess. "Nor too old... whatever..."
The Swede set himself down on the river just like Amelia had done, though was pretty embarrassed. Flustered, he tried to erect a wall of ice to keep prying eyes away, but the wall melted as soon as he had put it up, making him feel even worse. Frustrated at whatever caused his cryogenic powers to fail, he just sank back into the waters of the river, just enough so that only his head remained visible.
Nathaniel De Costa
Location: Ellis Island, New York City
Having been blanked out for a few moments by Angstrom's attack, Nathaniel looked at his hands, checking if they were alright. It would seem so, though his eye did hurt quite a bit' probably because the other billionaire playboy had punched him in the face with an armored suit that turns small and big. Scoffing at the man's remark, Nathaniel stood up, albeit with a bit of difficulty, and a pinch annoyance from seeing him zip around like a little insect. "I was only getting started, Angstrom.", he stated as energy once again spiraled out of his hand, forming into a blue breach portal.
Not all was well though, as Angstrom managed to land another hit, as small as he was, shooting Breacher with something between the eyes. For a moment, his head swam with intense pain before losing consciousness altogether, tumbling backwards through the portal to fall on the field below them. It could have been way worse, as he was merely incapacitated for the time being...
Ray Clayton - Madjick / Kotov Yurievich - Blitzkrieg
Madjick almost immediately scoffed Myrtle Gardner Wallflower expressed her concern about his wellbeing, as he was obviously in pain, what with the blood trickling down the side of his head and the fact that he was being carried by someone who was no less than four inches shorter than his good self. "I'm going to be fiiiiiiine.", he said, looking at Kotov, who was rolling his eyes at the sorcerous cape's antics. "It takes much more than that to take me down. Or to keep me down. I'm not sure what it should be..."
"You always get me so worried when you stay out too long, friend.", Kotov said with an air of concern in his voice. "Aaaaand, yeah, I sound like your mom..."
Ray snickered. "That's soooo sweet." After a second of silence, the man looked at Myrtle, and then stuck his tongue out in a joking manner. "Oh my, Kotie. You didn't tell me that you had a girl..."
"Dude, we just met a few hours ago..."
"WELL!", Madjick said with more enthusiasm than one would think to come from someone who got bashed on the head with a stone covered sword. "That's how it usually starts! Maybe I should join the PRT after all..."
Kotov sighed in apparent disappointment on his friend. Ray was always a teaser, and... well, that was how showed affection. "Well, the streets are not safe to be alone in this late. Someone got eaten last night, and... my mom makes the best jasmine tea in the entire city."
Just as it had seemed that Wallflower was going to leave the alleyway without being seen by anyone; the nearby power line crackled to life. An azure streak, one that had been very familiar to the people of Manchester ever since the day that Shockwire had announced himself as a hero within the Protectorate, writhed through the wiring like a snake of lightning, travelling in such a blinding speed that it was almost as if it was a shooting star. Madjick stood up and leaned on the wall of the building on the left side of the alley, as the lightpost's shining glare began to intensify from the streak's passing.
For a moment, there was a humanoid shape emerging out of the light post, a lightning elemental that quickly assumed flesh as it was no other than Kotov, the man that Wallflower had met literally this night, and by the looks of it, the good friend of Madjick, or, Ray Clayton.
Madjick coughed as Kotov knelt over him, checking him for injuries and what not. "I was wondering how long it would take you to get here..."
"What did I tell you about preserving stamina, Ray?", Kotov said to him as he put his hands and arms under Madjick's body, before hoisting him up to carry him in a manner that could be likened to... hmmm... a bridal carry. "It's already past midnight, and you know that is when the Void Dragon prowls the alleyways. That thing already has eaten three people in the last two months..."
"My head still hurts. That blood covered knight with the flaming sword was one crazy lad."
"Yeah, yeah- hey. You."
Kotov frowned at the figure that was walking away, trying to remember if it was familiar person. It didn't take him long to recognize her, though, as the green cape was something that he had just seen not so long ago. "Myrtle Gardner, what a pleasant surprise..." It would be a rather awkward sight, though, seeing as he was carrying his friend...
Alexander looked down at the man that he had captured through his chains, scoffing as Justin bashed his face with a broken table leg. That was probably expensive wood, and it was a shame that the altercation that these imposters have caused in this house has cost them what was probably an antique chair and table. Either way, Alex had come all the way here, seeking to avoid being turned to stone, just for this kind of idiotic mess to happen. Coughing, he forcibly took the imposter's hands and bound them with his eldritch chains, as they needed to extort information out of this bad boy, and they could ill afford to take away their chance of knowing what, or who, is behind an apparent conspiracy.
"I could phase through you and let these chains be inside your internal organs...", Alexander whispered to the imposter, eyes burning with a metaphorical fire as he hated that his clothes got wet, and that there could very well be a plot to kill everyone inside this house, with the two shapeshifters being the distraction, perhaps. "Start talking."
Unfortunately, there was a scream. A blood curdling, daemonic scream that shuddered its way through the entire mansion, and perhaps, beyond. Alexander was almost unnerved, but if the Spectre was right, everyone in here has their own magical abilities. Surely they can defend themselves from a bunch of magic thugs?
"Thor certainly knew English.", Astrad answered to Amelia. "So I think one can assume that his friends could understand the same language as him. Oh, and if everyone speaks English, does that mean the British also colonized the galaxy?" Astrad then snickered at that last bit, watching as Amelia began to talk with the lady. He too felt happy in her presence; the reason why would soon be clear as the Asgardian spoke.
"I guess we can find Frigga and Odin and Heimdall and everyone else in the mythos here then.", Astrad commented whilst taking out a Hershey's chocolate from his inner pockets. Swallowing the sweet and putting the wrapper back in his pocket, he winked at Amelia. "You like?"
Nathaniel De Costa
Location: Ellis Island, New York City
And so it begins. Nathaniel looked towards the foes that have assembled before them; some of whom he had at least seen as an agent of SHIELD when he was still loyal and obedient. But now... well, shots have been fired as Iron Man struck the first blow, landing a blast upon Captain America's shield. Both of these men were people that he admired, and now, they had just proven to be of most different mind. And they were willing to go to war for it, to fight each other in a grueling match to settle their differences of opinion about that bloody registration.
Nath, for one, did not favour the registration for one simple reason: strings will always be attached. Bureaucracy has always been something he disliked, and the registration process was going to do that. Plus, it was a system that would be easy to manipulate, as a list would mean that any person with superpowers was vulnerable to being hunted down and... used for nefarious purpose.
Just like how the Breacher was a feared agent of HYDRA.
As the battle unfolded, Nath scanned the field for those he could fight at less than equal terms that favoured himself. Alas, he found his eyes glancing towards Cassandra Reed, Titanium. As he found his opponent in this fight, Breacher ripped open a portal to his side, jumping inside to land upon the rooftop of the nearest structure; a building that was no less than two hundred feet from his target. Hit or not, it doesn't matter, as his objective as of the moment was to scatter the ones that were on the ground. Still, there was still one prime target.
A beam of purple energy erupted from his hands, missing the mark by a rather large margin. He fired again, missing again. "Here's to hoping that Angstrom does not decide to pick me up from here."
Finbarr looked at himself, as eating the lemon bar had apparently caused him to unconsciously activate his Shapeshifting magic. It was a complete accident, and had it he kept on switching forms, he would be extremely embarrassed for himself and everyone else. After all, he did lack control and consistency when his own sweet tooth had been stimulated, and it took a lot for him not to turn to a rat next. However, he was perched on Tarak's shoulder, which was a welcome thing, as he was quite affectionate for the one that stood up as their merry company's big brother.
What happened next, however, was... uh... weird. First thing that happened was that a man, drunk out of his mind, reeking of alcohol, and probably in his early 30's, came out of the shadows, looking at everyone before talking with a very noticeable slur in his voice. This was going to be a very fun ride it seemed.
And then... an alien woman came out of the same corner that the drunk had arrived from, and began to pet his head vigorously. Worse still was that Tarak straight up gave him to the lady, perhaps as a joke, but either way, he was not comfortable with being pet by someone who he barely knew. A moment of respite came, though, and he jumped out of her hands.
Sneezing with his cat nose a few times, Finbarr's feline form was then enveloped by grey smoke once again before back into a human again. Coughing, he turned away and chucked something out. "This is why I don't eat candy...", Finbarr snickered, absent mindedly hugging Samuel from behind for no apparent reason. "Oh..."
Trajan Salazar | Sharpeye
Trajan looked back at Laurey with droopy eyes as the latter threw him a lemon bar. Drunk as he was, he wasn't able to catch the snack, falling upon the ground. Not discouraged, he stooped down and chucked the thing into his mouth either way, much to the probable surprise as everyone who saw it. "What?", he would ask with a mouth that was still in the midst of chewing. If five seconds hadn't passed yet, you can still eat it."
Setting the bottle down at a nearby table, Trajan looked back at the Star Marines. They were young alright; it was witnessing them being sent to battle that made him leave the army, and despite all of his drunken madness, he couldn't help but think about what kind of horrors they had faced. He was, after all, a sniper, and was not consigned to the death and destruction that frontline troops endured. Either way, he walked forward.
"You're so, so tall.", he said to Tarak, looking up to the young man that was nearly a decade younger than him. Looking towards Narvia, he put both hands on the crying girl's shoulders. "Oh no... dear... it's okay. Just pet the kitten... oh... it's a boy..."
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