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PZPRS: Hard Cover Edition

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@Dark Cloud

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The Hourglass Order

Yimu Pan

Yimu Pan

“Just because I can doesn’t mean I should and all that, but it also doesn’t necessarily mean I shouldn’t…”

15 | Female | Rettanese | Commoner | 5.78

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Curious]
❖ [Unruly]
❖ [Resourceful]
❖ [Creative]
❖ [Determined]

If Yimu’s personality were to be described in under ten words it would probably be something along the lines of, obsessively driven to learn and a compulsive shit-stirrer. On the one hand, first and foremost since the moment, she learned to read and discovered her knack for academics, acquiring new information has always been her foremost goal. On the other hand, Yimu is the kind of person that feels the need to stir up trouble wherever she goes, namely trouble for anyone who she deems deserving of it and while minor slights and accidents aren’t alone enough to put one on her shitlist, other things, like being born into too much money or demanding her respect certainly are.

Stemming from a childhood filled with praises for her intelligence and later on reinforced by her own successes, Yimu has a very inflated sense of self-worth when it comes to her intelligence and looks down on those she perceives as having had their own successes simply handed to them. She is overconfident when it comes to her ability to deal with her problems and subsequently tends to be dismissive when it comes to the costs, risks and consequences of her actions.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Yimu would best be described as having a very plain and somewhat messy appearance, clearly of Rettanese decent, though perhaps with a little something else mixed in there, hard to say for certain. If anything were to stand out about her at all, it would be just how little effort she put into keeping her appearance up, with simple cheap clothing and tangled brown hair she clearly cut herself with the same lack of consideration that determined the rest of her appearance.

L A N G U A G E S

Yimu grew up speaking Rettanese and this is the language she is most comfortable speaking. Her mother made sure she was also capable of speaking Avincian, and though she still has a bit of an accent, Yimu’s fluency has rapidly improved since she started using the language more regularly.

In addition, to speaking the languages, Yimu can read both Rettanese and Avincian, and thanks to her love of books, she can also read a little Inipori, though only to a basic level.

T H E G I F T

Looking at Yimu’s innate magical talents most mages wouldn’t be impressed, if anything they’d think her magically crippled, a truecaster with a RAS below average for even a normal mage. An astoundingly rare occurance, and not for the better. What truly makes her stand out in spite of her shortcomings, is just how good she is at using what she has. A prodigiously quick learner with an above-average control of her magic, Yimu has excelled at what little magical training she has received thus far.

Yimu favours no particular school, finding the idea of specialising to be both self-limiting and a wasted opportunity to learn, and thus, wholly intolerable.

B A C K G R O U N D

Yimu was raised in her early years by her mother. She never really had any idea who exactly her father was and given her mother’s line of work, it could have realistically been nearly anyone, though considering that her mother always described her as their ticket out of the lower class while she was alive and the fact that she later manifested magic, Yimu suspects her mother knew exactly who her father was, presumably some noble or merchant.

Owing to her mother’s belief that Yimu would pull the two of them out of poverty, Yimu was provided with an education. Certainly, it was nothing compared to what most nobles had, or even what some merchants received, but it was a far cry better than what the average commoner received, which is to say, any education at all. Unfortunately, funding that education wasn’t exactly cheap and her mother’s work wasn’t without its risks, and when Yimu was 9 she was promptly orphaned.

Yimu managed to avoid sleeping on the streets for the most part, especially once she got used to surviving on her own. Most of the time she made do by selling her help to any inns or merchants that would accept it in exchange for food and shelter, it certainly helped that she had some measure of education and that she very quickly learned to pick up on the kinds of people would feel bad for her and the kinds that she shouldn’t approach.

During this period she spent most of her free time immersed in reading whatever she could get her hands on, often over and over again when she didn’t have anything new to read. She acquired new reading materials whenever the opportunities presented themselves, often as payment from merchants carrying them, or occasionally, quietly slipped away with after they were left behind at an inn she was working at. It was in this way that she first discovered magic, in the contents of a book left forgotten by a wealthy patron at some inn. She’d tried it out on a whim, a simple arcane drawing of the light and heat from a candle, not really expecting anything of it, magical aptitude was reserved for the elite after all. Except it had worked. The candle had dimmed and flickered, before snuffing out entirely, only to be returned to its original state after a little further reading and some trial and error.

It didn’t take long after that for Yimu to be outed as a mage, no doubt in large part due to how blatantly she practised and studied magic in public places, and her brazen self-advertising of her magical capabilities as a means of getting more and better work for herself. Not that she was particularly trying to hide it really, if anything it afforded her an opportunity, one which she happily leveraged when she was eventually approached, using it to get herself some basic training and eventually a spot in the Academy.

M O T I V A T I O N

Above all else Yimu desires to learn, something she thought she’d never get the opportunity to do in earnest and fully intends to capitalise on now that she has such an opportunity. Secondary to that is the fact that she’s now surrounded by the sorts of people she views as having had their successes handed to them on a silver platter, she simply isn't willing to fall behind in such an environment and showing up the competition would just be icing on the cake.

I N V E N T O R Y

Yimu’s possessions are relatively straightforward, the bare necessities needed to survive for someone that moves around a lot. Her clothes are cheap, but not so cheap as to simply fall apart and not so sturdy as to outlast Yimu’s growth.

She also has books, lots and lots of books. The contents of the books vary greatly from fiction to more academic works, though the newest of them tend towards the latter, specifically detailing magical theory. Regardless of genre all Yimu's books appear well-read and loved.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Quick Learner
❖ Opportunist
❖ Schemer
❖ Improviser
❖ Living Encyclopedia

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Low Magical Potential
❖ Abrasive Personality
❖ Compulsive Troublemaker
❖ Physically Inept
❖ Overly Confident

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

PZPRS: Hard Cover Edition

Oh I see how it is Alty. Don't like my interest? jk lol

@Dark Cloud

Clearly this is nothing short of a targeted attack against you as a person.

PZPRS: Hard Cover Edition

You have my interest and my teeth... please give me my teeth back.

Underynth: The Light Below (What if everything was issekai'd?)

I’d also lean towards a more D&D-esque style of plot.

Still trying to think of a decent character concept, my initial idea was an amorphous blob of flesh that’d gain complete sapience after being separated from its hive mind. So not exactly the most grounded of ideas.

Underynth: The Light Below (What if everything was issekai'd?)

Definitely got my interest. You said to aim for more mundane characters, but seem to be talking more in terms of power level there. How weird could we go with character concept?

The Borehole - A Supervillain Prison Break

Eric Johnson

Name: Eric Johnson
Known Aliases: Has never used an alias himself, but was dubbed "Suicide Bomber" by the internet after his debut.

Appearance: Currently 19 years old, Eric stands at 171 cm and weighs 56 kg, putting him a little on the smaller side of things. He holds a rather unassuming appearance. Caucasian male, clean-shaven with short brown hair, obviously fit but lean rather than physically imposing. Nothing about him particularly stands one way or the other, the kind of person to blend into the background almost everywhere he goes.

Psyche Profile: Due to his methods as an assassin, especially in his early days, he is most often perceived by the public as being psychotic with a flair for the dramatic. This description couldn't be more wrong. In actuality, Eric is a very logical person, focused on effectiveness and practicality, with his image simply not factoring into his actions.

Above all else an almost pathological obsession with surviving. His entire worldview revolving around survival being the only thing that matters and anything being justifiable to maintain it. Eric makes considerable efforts to avoid his emotions affecting his actions and opinions, though this behaviour is arguably in itself an emotional reaction. He has been noted as not believing in concepts of morality and getting annoyed when topics of right and wrong, good and evil, hero and villain, etc, are brought up.

Background: Born to a pair of small-time superheroes, Eric's early years were surprisingly normal. Unfortunately, for him, his parents managed to get themselves on the wrong side of the wrong people, ultimately leaving Eric an orphan with an unpayable debt to the local mafia.

It didn’t take Eric long to conclude that the world was a shitty place, and the people living in it even more so, to him this was simply a fact. Concepts like hero and villain, right and wrong, didn't matter, instead, all that was important at the end of the day was surviving. Whether that survival was achieved by praying on the weak or sucking up to the strong, the method didn't matter in the end.

And so Eric, too young and lacking the skills to pay off his debts legitimately, and far too weak to take on the mafia, took the best and only option he had and joined the mafia instead. Initially, he was little more than a grunt, mostly working as a drug mule for the mafia, of little importance to the organisation as a whole, once his powers developed however that changed, with Eric eventually ending up as one of the mafia’s go-to guys for any assassinations they wanted done, and a strong candidate for all other high profile crime.

Eric's first job in the limelight was the assassination of a mayoral candidate the mafia didn't approve of, his last, almost poetically, was the same thing, though decidedly less successful resulting in his capture.

Skills, Talents and Learning: Eric has shown great proficiency when it comes to using his power in combat. He favours using thrown weapons, explosives and/or ambushes, all of which he arguments using his power. He is also known for making use of repeated "suicide attacks".

Eric possesses some degree of intelligence, but has never had or outright rejected any opportunities to pick up any professional skills or hobbies and never completed any formal education.

Power(s) and Capabilities:

• Chronoloop: Eric can create short term time loops targeting himself or nearby inanimate objects. All energy contained in a loop is reset to its exact location and configuration at set intervals, relative to the gravitational body it was looped on.
  The duration and number of loop intervals are set at the moment the loop is created and cannot be changed or cancelled after.
  The specifics of what can be affected by Eric's ability are as of yet unclear, but appear to be based on what he views as objects, working on things like a container with or without its contents or a set of clothing, but not on things like part of a wall. Eric has also demonstrated an inability to loop live macroorganisms other than himself.
  Should an object loop back into a place that has since been occupied, the less massive of the two objects will harmlessly shunt itself into the nearest available space and continue on as normal.
• Chronosense: This ability passively and non-invasively provides Eric with an awareness of two things. Firstly, it gives him a perfectly accurate measure of the amount of time that has passed between any and every two points in time he has perceived.
  Secondly, it provides Eric with predictions as to the time it will take for an endpoint to be reached from a starting point for any simple interactions he thinks of or observes. These predictions are by no means precognition however, they simplify events into averages and basic interactions and do not take into account any outside interference or potential variability, making them exponentially more useless the more that chaos applies.
  Eric's chronosense seems to function irrespective of his awareness, working even during and after unconsciousness or altered states of awareness. Furthermore, this ability seems to function through and account for any time manipulation.

Power Limits: The minimum time between intervals in Eric's loops has been demonstrated to be rough ~1 second, while the maximum duration of the overall loop has been shown to be ~1 minute. He has only demonstrated the ability to start loops with objects he has touched within the last ~7 seconds and only while said objects are entirely within ~70 cm of him, though he doesn't need to stay within this range afterwards.

Known Vulnerabilities: While his chronosense help him keep track of his loop intervals when looping himself, Eric's memories do not persist between resets, radical changes in environment between intervals have proved effective at disorientating Eric.

Motives: Eric doesn't have any complex motives to doing what he does, to him, surviving has always been the one and only thing that matters and to this end, Eric will do whatever he has to.

Level: TBD

Recommended Containment Procedures:

• Special precautions should be taken as Eric cannot be effectively held by most restraints. Restraints made out of living organic materials have proven effective against Eric. Fixed place restraints wherein any single piece he can contact extends past his range and weighs more than he does, have also been shown to work.
• Eric should be prevented from interacting with any inmates whose abilities allow them to produce any form of inorganic projectile or explosive device or whose abilities otherwise result in a physical manifestation Eric can manipulate.
• Standard security procedures for inmate presence should be maintained for an additional two minutes after Eric has left the area.
• When searching for contraband, Eric should be quarantined for two minutes before and after searches are conducted.

Notes: Owing to his use of explosives and a couple of high-profile assassinations, it was initially speculated that Eric's power was to generate and survive explosions, possibly also teleporting through them.

CONTAINMENT: FACILITY B

MY-1801-FJ – Felix Jones

Location: Yellow Ward

Interaction: @Asesina, @duskshine749

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1801 shook his head when asked whether he knew what was going on, he'd been hoping the red ward would have had that information himself. The fact that there apparently weren't any other red wards around either was concerning, if anyone could have done this they'd probably have been in the red or maybe yellow wards, but that didn't seem to be the case.

He had seen Sam emerge with frost or something similar formed around his hand, so whatever he did probably didn't include making people disappear or messing with lights. In any case, even as socially clueless as he was 1801 had been around long enough to have an idea of the ways people tended to act after making big displays of power, accidental or intentional, and neither of his fellow inmates seemed to fit the bill.

1801 noticed his fellow yellow ward signing something, he was pretty sure he'd seen her making similar gestures before and had gotten the impression it was how she communicated, but he hadn't paid enough attention to know for sure. The first sign he wasn't about, was she saying she couldn't breathe... he wrenched his mind away from that line of thought, he already felt on the verge of freaking out as it was.

The second sign was significantly easier for him to interpret, it looked like she was saying she wanted to write something. Eger to help 1801 quickly ran back to his room across the hallway, grabbing a notebook and a fist full of stationary. It didn't occur to 1801 that he might have misinterpreted the sign or that the book was half full of his working for a variety of subjects until in less than neat handwriting until he was already offering the book up.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious he decided that it was a good time to shift the focus back to their names. "I'm 1801," he said, sounding out each number, then remembering Sam had provided the other kind of name he added, "Or, um- Felix?" He hadn't intended for it to come out sounding like a question but didn't quite have the confidence to give the seldom-used name in any other way.

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

Eden had been having a bad day. Not that those were in any way unusual for her, nor that anything especially bad had happened to her that day. In fact, she couldn’t think of a single reason why that day should have been worse than any other, beyond the fact that for one inexplicable reason or another she was feeling down. She’d gone to the library that morning to study and had ended up loitering around long after it had closed, unable to quite work up the motivation to head back. It had gotten dark quite a while ago, and finally bothering to check her phone, Eden realised she’d need to force herself into action if she wanted to catch the last bus for a while. With a sigh, she got up and did just that, the bus stop in sight just as her bus drove past her.

The internal debate as to whether or not the bus was worth running for was cut short almost immediately as she was instead forced to do a double-take at the bus. Specifically at the bus’s rearmost door. While the rest of the vehicle looked perfectly normal, something was very wrong with that door. The thing was changing, blindingly fast and in an almost organic-looking fashion. From her angle, she couldn’t quite make out the specifics of how it was changing, only that the changes seemed to be dramatic and seemingly incoherent, but that wasn’t what she was thinking about anyway. She’d seen a door do strange shit once before, even if she’d kept it to herself, and while the bus door was obviously different in some ways to the one back then it certainly bore some similarities in its strangeness.

Eden hardly even registered as she broke into a flat out sprint to catch up to the bus, nor did she notice that had the driver not slowed for her she never would have made it. She did register an appropriate sense of horror as the door before her was very briefly something fleshy with countless teeth, then something like a singular elevator and then an incredibly fancy looking one, but somehow, in a moment of uncharacteristic bravery and utter stupidity, that horror failed to prevent her from stepping up and into the thing…

Whatever compulsion had briefly possessed her promptly wore off the moment she’d stepped through and found herself in a pitch-black space that probably wasn't the bus, and almost immediately it was replaced by a rapidly escalating sense of dread. Eden somehow managed enough presence of mind to idly note that while she was terrified at least her fear was totally rational for once and that now she had a reason for her day being bad. Not that the thought helped her much, this terror was also far worse than what she normally felt and as good as she’d gotten at hiding her fears over the years there wasn’t much she could do about her present trembling.

She almost screamed when the light flickered on above her. Internally berating herself when she realised that she'd hardly even registered that she was standing almost knee-deep in, now that she was paying attention, shockingly cold and seemingly rising water, let alone notice that there were other people in the room with her. The fact that she hadn’t even able to maintain basic awareness of her surroundings at a time like this yet another thing to add to her list of personal failings.

Still even as she became aware of the details she should have already been aware of, it became clear to her that those weren’t the ones she should be concerning herself with at that point. A skeleton seemed to be holding up a large chunk of stone, a remnant of the collapsed ceiling that had otherwise crushed the skeleton some time ago. What made the sight strange, was that somehow the arm holding up the stone had escaped destruction and managed to stay upright even as the rest of the body had decomposed, stranger still that the arm appeared to bear some kind of centipede shaped jewellery. It seemed almost ludicrous to think that the centipede might have been what was allowing the skeleton to perform the seemingly impossible feat, yet at the same time too much of a coincidence to dismiss the possibility outright.

As if the universe had somehow heard Eden’s inner monologue mention impossibility and decided that she wasn’t already freaking out enough, the golden centipede began to move, crawling off the arm and into the water, and prompting what was left of the skeleton to crumble under the weight of the stone. She could except that apparently the creature hadn't actually been jewellery, but that just made the other parts of the scene even more confusing.

Eden wasn’t snapped out of her stupor until she heard one of the others clap and address the room. It took her mind a moment to piece back together the woman had said, but the gist of it seemed to be that they were going to look at the plaque for clues, another thing she’d failed to notice, and wanted someone to check to see if they could shift the fallen rocks for a way out. Not seeing any reason not to, or at least not any reasons that were too major, and wanting to get out of the room before things got any worse Eden complied, moving to try and shift the rock with what little strength she had.

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

Eden Williams

FULL NAME

Eden Williams

AGE/DOB

19 / Febuary 22, 2002

GENDER

Female / She / Her

ETHNICITY

Caucasian

HEIGHT/WEIGHT

5'4" / 120.1 lbs.

HAIR COLOR/EYE COLOR

Brown / Light Blue

SCARS/MARK/TATTOOS

None.

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CURRENT OCCUPATION

Collage Student, studying general biology

CURRENT RESIDENCE ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)

2107 7th Avenue, Jamestown, North Dakota, 58401

BUSINESS ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)

N/A

PHONE NUMBER

555-964-1944

STATE OF DRIVER'S LICENSE

N/A

E-MAIL ADDRESS

[e-mail]

PROBATION/PAROLE/SOCIAL WORKER NAME AND NUMBER

N/A

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CLOTHING

Usually dresses very casually. Has been noted not to put much effort into their appearance.

JEWELRY

N/A

SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES

Had a Facebook account that was briefly active between 3/26/2018 and 5/06/2018. No other social media presence in the last three years.

ANY PHYSICAL/MENTAL/MEDICAL CONDITIONS

Records indicate no ongoing medical issues, however anacdotal evidence from peers and family indicate a possiblity of undiagnosied anxiety and/or depressive disorders.

LAST KNOWN LOCATION

Eden was last reported to have been seen running after a bus near the James St Bus Stops.

POSSIBLE DESTINATION

Based on the route of the bus Eden was seen trying to catch up to it is deemed unlikely that she at that time was intending to head back to either her place of residence or attempting to vacate the city.

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KNOWN ACQUAINTANCES

Kathrine Williams
Mother
Single parent to Eden Williams. Has admitted to having a strained relationship with her daughter.

Marnie Westover (Missing)
Best Friend
Marnie and Eden are reported to have been good friends when they were younger. It is possible that Marnie was Eden’s only friend in childhood though this is unclear. Marnie also went missing under suspicious circumstances, albeit she disappeared two years prior and as part of a larger instance of mass disappearances.

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RELATIONSHIP TO PREVIOUS MISSING EIGHT

Eden was supposedly good friends with Marnie Westover who disappeared in the Caulder's Hollow mass disappearance incident two years prior. Marnie Westover's last reported location was the Williams house, though they were later cleared of suspicion. Supposedly the incident spooked the Williams household so much they left Caulder's Hollow.

THE DOOR

The bus door was described to be shifting in an organic-looking fashion at a ludicrous speed. Supposedly it appeared to go through cycles of rapid "evolution" before backtracking and trying new paths as though it were trying to work out the best way to be a door. The described configurations for the most part mapped to relatively mundane door designs, though apparently there was at least one with teeth.

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STATEMENTS

Kathrine Williams
Eden’s Mother
“This… this is probably all my fault… I should have paid more attention, been a better mother. Since my husband passed our relationship hasn’t been great. I didn’t think it bothered her so much, but that must be why she ran… I can’t think of where she would have gone. I should have paid more attention. I should have… I’m sorry.”

Carl Sanders
Busdriver, Last known witness
“Look this is gonna sound crazy, but I swear I saw that girl last night. She was runnin’ to catch up to me bus and naturally, I stopped for her, didn’t wanna leave the girl out alone after dark, certainly not as late as it was. Anyway, I was just bout to tell her off for trying to come in the rear exit when I noticed there was something fucked up bout that door. It was shifting all organic like, like an alien or somethin', but really fuckin fast. Kept on changing what it looked like, saw some kind of sci-fi space door, a couple real fancy-looking ones, and somethin’ I’m pretty sure had teeth, bunch of other ones too, but it was goin' too fast for me to get a good look a mosta’ them. Didn’t see where your missin’ girl went unfortunately but I'm telling ya I saw her. If I had to guess she probably ran from the freaky fuckin door thing before it disappeared.”

Proffesor Carl Sanderson
Teacher
“She’s always been such a good student. Paid attention, did her work on time, and asked great questions. I always did worry she might be a little depressed though, she could get very quiet at times and didn’t seem to make many friends. Seemed to get upset over pretty trivial mistakes too. Even so, I can’t say I expected her to run away, it just doesn’t seem like her… Apologies for not being able to provide anything more concrete.”

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Eden Stat Sheet

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Gifted Mind:

[+2 Mind; -2 Cool] Eden has allways been pretty intelligent and has no shortage of curiosity to carry her through life. Unfortunatly this gift starts and ends at clasical intelligece and hasn't ever really helped her deal with other people.

Scrawny:

[+1 Speed; -1 Body] Eden is by no means large, quite the oposite in fact. What her small frame lacks in size and strength however it makes up for in speed and manuverability.

Anxious:

[+1 Speed ; -1 Will] Eden is constantly plagued by a sense that she isn't doing enough, that she should be doing better. This feeling drives her to work harder and faster but constantly pushing herself can become too much for her at times.

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INVENTORY

• Backpack: While certainly not the fanciest backpack by any stretch of the imagination it isn't bad either, being durable enough to survive regular use and having plenty of storage to boot.
• Stationary: Several pens, pencils and highlighters, a sharpener, an eraser, and a ruler, as well as a couple of notebooks.
• Calculator: A pretty standard scientific calculator.