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[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Kari, Avalielle. Simmons.
♦ Age: 22.
♦ Loyalty: Final Guard.
♦ Appearance: Kari is short, measuring only 5’3 and is at a healthy weight due to her routine and fortunate genetics. Her neck length hair is styled in a relaxed way, with short bangs that frame her face and highlight her gentle features and hazel eyes. Her style varies depending on mood, but frequently has her hiding within her clothes as if self-conscious of her figure. As such much of her wardrobe is modest, rather than showy, with her favored color choices being soft, gentler shades accented by brighter complements that make everything pop! Though infrequently in display in her civilian identity, Kari’s figure is hourglass in shape with curves in all the right places--something which brings her far more attention than she would normally prefer.
On the other hand, when in costume, Kari attempts to combat her typically quiet diminutive nature by putting herself on display more prominently. To further differentiate herself Kari wears contacts in costume, whereas normally she would wear glasses. While she does not wear much in the way of a proper mask in costume, she does tend to alter her make-up, particularly around the eyes, choosing rather striking blue for eye shadow and liner to shift the color of her hazel eyes. Beyond this, she uses many incredibly thin layers of “locked” forcefields to create a mask of sorts, ringing around her eyes with angular, winged shapes that branch outwards in addition to skintight forcefields that hug her jawline and outline her lower lip.
A tiara-like set of forcefields define her hairline, holding her bangs back in addition to a hair tie. The aforementioned “tiara” is reminiscent of the crenellations on the top of a castle’s walls or towers, with the imagery being an intentional reference to her cape name and insignia. Beyond its ornamental purpose, this tiara actually contains a set of incredibly thin interlocked forcefields and a set of mechanisms, the former being compressed onto eachother to fit in the small amount of space. At will, she is capable of activating the mechanism effectively lowering a curved shield over her whole face. Furthermore, all of the forcefields that help make-up her mask are connected by thin threads of her power or other mechanisms all of which are “locked”. As a direct result of this, her mask is roughly the durability of steel.
Beneath the forcefields around her eyes, against her brows, and against the bridge of her nose there lies a relatively simple light blue mask, which is tied around her head tightly with several strong cords wrapped in dainty ribbons that she works into her hair--she often reinforces this with more forcefields. It is worth noting that in costume, Kari’s hazel eyes appear as a startling blue, whereas most times out of costume her eyes appear a rich brown or light mottled green.
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Due to the colder seasons coming on, Presidio has modified her original designs for her costume. She has donned a black turtleneck with sweeping arcs of light blue in place of the revealing top beneath her vest, as well as replacing the shorts with warm black pants that go into her boots.
♦ History:
James Clairville and Sarah Collins, a performer and an artist fell in love and married. A year or so later in 1993 the two had Kari who they lovingly nurtured. James, an actor, and Sarah did their utmost to support eachother and their daughter, doing double duty as they worked and raised her. Truly things were sometimes a blur in their household, but more importantly it was always warm and fun. Of course things became even more interesting as Kari matured, for as she participated in school her parents found that she was truly gifted. So, naturally, they edged for her to carry on in their footsteps, encouraging the arts--writing, acting, painting, singing, it hardly mattered, “just pick one,” they’d say. Seeking approval, Kari did so, taking part in little plays and helping design costumes. This trend carried on from her early schooling into middle school until finally her burgeoning personality could not simply conform anymore.
From then on Kari let what she’d long hidden beneath the surface out into the world, a curiosity not for the arts, but instead for what her parents would think their polar opposite. For, unlike her parents, Kari’s passion was the world, math, science, history and as she got older she only leaned into her passions more. In school she excelled, skipping a year in middle school and going into high school earlier than most. She was a nerd, but she found some acceptance among peers, as, while her parents supported her, they could not ever really understand her passions. Kari’s were just too different from their own. Of course, high school ended too soon as she breezed through courses and wowed both her parents and teachers in a frenzy wrought of diligence and ambition. She wanted to be a scientist, to enter the field of tech and much fell away as a result. Hobbies that she’d kept up with since childhood drifted away, only resurging as she required the skills honed through them.
Accepting her passion, even though he did not understand it, her father hired tutors and began the process of enrolling his daughter in college. All the while, Kari and her mother grew apart, a rift opened by what Sarah had taken as a betrayal. Once enrolled she worked hard, majoring in computer technology, intending to go into the field, designing new hardware for the world over. It was hard, but she loved it. However, just before she could graduate--though she’d been damned close--Gold Morning happened, the world collapsing around her. The months were filled with a quiet horror, fleeing, and the desperate hope that they would make it through. Eventually, they did, but not all of them. Many had been lost and among them...people she held beloved. Friends, colleagues, but most devastatingly...her mother.
Wracked by guilt and sorrow Kari and her father just tried to keep their heads up. Despite their loss they were fortunate in other ways, finding themselves in Samekh, and then Serstol, near its infancy. They settled in and her father was forced to take up menial labor--the world was not in a state to support the career he’d led before. She hated seeing him so, and she hated more the terrible loss that tore at her heart. So, naturally, she distracted herself, steeling her resolve and moving forwards. She picked up where she’d left off, teaching herself more skills and applying to jobs with a dedicated determination to ease her father’s burden and to make a difference.
After months of work she landed herself a job and immediately launched into development and customer service--using whatever spare money and resources she could to build and design something new...something that would benefit everyone. Soon her efforts earned her a proper place at her job, allowing her to leverage their resources with her skill to really begin the development of her project. Things were going well for awhile, the pay was good and she was happy, but soon misfortune reared its head. Checking her work one week she came upon an error in her work. Thinking it largely inconsequential she set about fixing the problem, replacing parts and altering code. However, the more she did the worse things got. She’d come back to it only to find things in a worse state than they’d been before. Worse still, a meeting was coming up where she was supposed to be showcasing her new product. The stress only worsened the issue and eventually things spiralled out of control, totally ruining month upon month of work. Feeling totally out of her depth and utterly overwhelmed--and baffled--by her situation she triggered, the fear of losing such a huge part of her life, and jeopardizing everything, breaking her down.
Having lost months of work and seemingly wasted resources, upper management demoted her to a junior position, shelving her project for a later date. Fortunately, they were much more understanding that she’d expected. In the interest of her mental health, they gave her a month’s paid leave and left things at that. Still reeling and feeling cast aside she spent many of those days aimless and lost. The only things that saved her were the preoccupation of experimenting with her newfound powers, research on the subject, and more importantly...escape by way of art. While not many of her mother’s pieces had survived the end of the world, they’d managed to reacquire a few. Kari surrounder herself with them and decided to give her mother’s passion a second chance.
Taking up the brush and pencil, she spread her emotions over the canvas and found that perhaps she’d never really had a particular dislike for the arts. Maybe she’d just been rebellious. Maybe that’s what had led her on this path? She wasn’t sure and it was impossible to go back and find out so instead she looked forwards. She still had a job to lead, soon, but now she had powers. She was a parahuman. Couldn’t she do so much more to affect the lives of everyone for the better?
Eventually deciding she could, Kari began designing a costume and after a time, returned to her work as well. While she has yet to rise to her former position, she still makes enough to get by. Though it is not just her former failure that has kept her from rising again, but rather that her ambitions have taken on a new form. With her costume finished and name chosen, Presidio has every intent to make the world a better...safer place and perhaps bring humanity back to its former glory.
Only time will tell whether her work with the Final Guard will truly make an impact.
From then on Kari let what she’d long hidden beneath the surface out into the world, a curiosity not for the arts, but instead for what her parents would think their polar opposite. For, unlike her parents, Kari’s passion was the world, math, science, history and as she got older she only leaned into her passions more. In school she excelled, skipping a year in middle school and going into high school earlier than most. She was a nerd, but she found some acceptance among peers, as, while her parents supported her, they could not ever really understand her passions. Kari’s were just too different from their own. Of course, high school ended too soon as she breezed through courses and wowed both her parents and teachers in a frenzy wrought of diligence and ambition. She wanted to be a scientist, to enter the field of tech and much fell away as a result. Hobbies that she’d kept up with since childhood drifted away, only resurging as she required the skills honed through them.
Accepting her passion, even though he did not understand it, her father hired tutors and began the process of enrolling his daughter in college. All the while, Kari and her mother grew apart, a rift opened by what Sarah had taken as a betrayal. Once enrolled she worked hard, majoring in computer technology, intending to go into the field, designing new hardware for the world over. It was hard, but she loved it. However, just before she could graduate--though she’d been damned close--Gold Morning happened, the world collapsing around her. The months were filled with a quiet horror, fleeing, and the desperate hope that they would make it through. Eventually, they did, but not all of them. Many had been lost and among them...people she held beloved. Friends, colleagues, but most devastatingly...her mother.
Wracked by guilt and sorrow Kari and her father just tried to keep their heads up. Despite their loss they were fortunate in other ways, finding themselves in Samekh, and then Serstol, near its infancy. They settled in and her father was forced to take up menial labor--the world was not in a state to support the career he’d led before. She hated seeing him so, and she hated more the terrible loss that tore at her heart. So, naturally, she distracted herself, steeling her resolve and moving forwards. She picked up where she’d left off, teaching herself more skills and applying to jobs with a dedicated determination to ease her father’s burden and to make a difference.
After months of work she landed herself a job and immediately launched into development and customer service--using whatever spare money and resources she could to build and design something new...something that would benefit everyone. Soon her efforts earned her a proper place at her job, allowing her to leverage their resources with her skill to really begin the development of her project. Things were going well for awhile, the pay was good and she was happy, but soon misfortune reared its head. Checking her work one week she came upon an error in her work. Thinking it largely inconsequential she set about fixing the problem, replacing parts and altering code. However, the more she did the worse things got. She’d come back to it only to find things in a worse state than they’d been before. Worse still, a meeting was coming up where she was supposed to be showcasing her new product. The stress only worsened the issue and eventually things spiralled out of control, totally ruining month upon month of work. Feeling totally out of her depth and utterly overwhelmed--and baffled--by her situation she triggered, the fear of losing such a huge part of her life, and jeopardizing everything, breaking her down.
Having lost months of work and seemingly wasted resources, upper management demoted her to a junior position, shelving her project for a later date. Fortunately, they were much more understanding that she’d expected. In the interest of her mental health, they gave her a month’s paid leave and left things at that. Still reeling and feeling cast aside she spent many of those days aimless and lost. The only things that saved her were the preoccupation of experimenting with her newfound powers, research on the subject, and more importantly...escape by way of art. While not many of her mother’s pieces had survived the end of the world, they’d managed to reacquire a few. Kari surrounder herself with them and decided to give her mother’s passion a second chance.
Taking up the brush and pencil, she spread her emotions over the canvas and found that perhaps she’d never really had a particular dislike for the arts. Maybe she’d just been rebellious. Maybe that’s what had led her on this path? She wasn’t sure and it was impossible to go back and find out so instead she looked forwards. She still had a job to lead, soon, but now she had powers. She was a parahuman. Couldn’t she do so much more to affect the lives of everyone for the better?
Eventually deciding she could, Kari began designing a costume and after a time, returned to her work as well. While she has yet to rise to her former position, she still makes enough to get by. Though it is not just her former failure that has kept her from rising again, but rather that her ambitions have taken on a new form. With her costume finished and name chosen, Presidio has every intent to make the world a better...safer place and perhaps bring humanity back to its former glory.
Only time will tell whether her work with the Final Guard will truly make an impact.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: Kari wants to make the world a better, safer place. Specifically she wants to make a big difference, bringing civilization back to something of its former glory. She wants to give more people the opportunity to truly thrive. Similarly, though she’d never admit it, Kari is using her cape activities to branch out, to enrich herself, and as a result she’s trying to rise to prominence in her own way.
♦ Derangement: While perhaps not so life altering as some changes, Kari’s shard has indeed changed the make-up of her personality. First and foremost by shifting her closer to “dominant” than shy, reinforcing confidence and, to a limited degree, arrogance in the interest of causing additional conflict. Where before Kari was just very dedicated, now she is something of a perfectionist. While she’s always been ambitious, her shard has shifted that ambition to a world-scale and is angling for her to become more lofty and domineering, wanting her to attempt at rising above all others. Granted, all of this is very subtle and most of it is not so severe that Kari--or those close to her--would immediately notice. It is worth mentioning that over time some of this traits will be further accentuated, resulting in further change. Lastly, her shard has driven a sort of psychological wedge between Kari’s actions...and her actions as Presidio, allowing Kari to more easily rationalize anything she does as Presidio.
♦ Derangement: While perhaps not so life altering as some changes, Kari’s shard has indeed changed the make-up of her personality. First and foremost by shifting her closer to “dominant” than shy, reinforcing confidence and, to a limited degree, arrogance in the interest of causing additional conflict. Where before Kari was just very dedicated, now she is something of a perfectionist. While she’s always been ambitious, her shard has shifted that ambition to a world-scale and is angling for her to become more lofty and domineering, wanting her to attempt at rising above all others. Granted, all of this is very subtle and most of it is not so severe that Kari--or those close to her--would immediately notice. It is worth mentioning that over time some of this traits will be further accentuated, resulting in further change. Lastly, her shard has driven a sort of psychological wedge between Kari’s actions...and her actions as Presidio, allowing Kari to more easily rationalize anything she does as Presidio.
[ ♦ ]
Parahumanism
Parahumanism
♦ Skills: Having pursued a career in computer hardware and software engineering, Kari has all the skills one would expect. She is competent with numerous code languages in addition to a number of tools as well as familiar with the terminology. Beyond this she is a middling artist, preferring paint and pencil or charcoal on canvas or paper as her medium. She’s has some skill in costume and clothing design--though rather minor--which work well in tangent with her good fashion sense. During her very limited time--roughly two months--with the Final Guard she’s taken to some combat training, though she’s always made a point of eating well and staying in shape. Perhaps her most prominent skill is one of the mind, as she is an incredibly quick study on top of being exceptionally observant and dedicated. While she is fairly shy and a bit socially awkward--though not as much so in costume--she is very understanding and empathetic, allowing her to comfort and connect with people fairly easily in spite of her social hiccups. This, in tangent with the theater her parents had her participate with, has contributed greatly to her ability to act differently in costume. While she wouldn’t be terribly convincing as a liar or manipulator, she can still sell a character quite well.
♦ Classification: Shaker|Thinker.
♦ Mechanics: Kari’s power allows her to generate numerous translucent blue forcefields within a 30 foot radius of herself, which she is capable of shaping and interlocking at will. At most she can generate 12 forcefields per second, with the rate decreasing depending on several variables, including the quantity of active forcefields, the state of those forcefields, and a number of other unknowns to which she is not privy. Kari maintains awareness of her forcefields and is capable of controlling them telekinetically with incredible precision, implying an enhanced capacity to process information and multitask. In tangent with this enhanced processing, Kari’s power grants her an intuitive understanding of how components can fit together to form larger functional wholes. The aforementioned thinker power almost solely applied to her forcefields, but can be applied to things with similar constructions, thus excluding technology that possesses wires, circuits and the like.
Her shields do have their limitations though, with each Baseline shield being individually weak, capable of being broken by mundane, if well-placed, blows. Of course their durability and strength is a mite more nuanced than this as Kari may shift the focus of her shields from mobility and malleability to solidity and strength. At base, or in their baseline state her shields possess the aforementioned properties, being fairly brittle, but mobile and subject to change; conversely Kari may “lock” her forcefields, drastically reducing their mobility and maneuverability, but enhancing their durability and mechanical viability. Similarly, “locked” forcefields benefit from being part of larger constructs becoming increasingly durable relative to the quantity of shields that compose the larger whole. At the lower end, “locked” shields are roughly the durability of brass with the upper limit of their durability being similar to steel. It is notable that despite their generally being inferior to “locked” shields, forcefields in the baseline state are strong enough to very briefly carry Kari’s weight before shattering. This fact reveals an odd quirk to her power in regards to its behavior as her shields are far more effective at pushing, pulling, or interacting with eachother than they are at simply bearing weight more passively. As a result of this quirk, Kari’s forcefields more or less make things such as flight impossible.
The process of “locking” a shield takes roughly 5-15 seconds, with it taking more or less time proportional to the size of the forcefield in question. As an additional limiting factor, her shields require either active use or focus to maintain lest they decay--a phenomena which will also occur if they leave her range, eventually resulting in them shattering into formless dust. The decay of her shields within her range is slower than if they leave it. In a similar vein, her power’s range of influence is somewhat variable, capable of expanding if her constructs become large enough to exceed its size so as not to limit her experimentation overmuch. However, while the size of her constructs is not limited, the size of her shields is with the upper limit being roughly the surface area of a 3 foot wide disk and the lower end being roughly the size of a half dollar coin (1.2 inches in diameter); the average size measuring in at approximately 1.5 feet in diameter. The factor of size does alter her control somewhat, with forcefields becoming more unwieldy and difficult to control proportional to how large they are. Last, but perhaps not least, her shields are distinctly limited by the manton limit, meaning that they cannot be generated inside living matter and--until locked in--would be hugely ineffectual at cutting much of anything.
♦ Equipment: What sort of goodies do you have on you when you're in costume?
♦ Classification: Shaker|Thinker.
♦ Mechanics: Kari’s power allows her to generate numerous translucent blue forcefields within a 30 foot radius of herself, which she is capable of shaping and interlocking at will. At most she can generate 12 forcefields per second, with the rate decreasing depending on several variables, including the quantity of active forcefields, the state of those forcefields, and a number of other unknowns to which she is not privy. Kari maintains awareness of her forcefields and is capable of controlling them telekinetically with incredible precision, implying an enhanced capacity to process information and multitask. In tangent with this enhanced processing, Kari’s power grants her an intuitive understanding of how components can fit together to form larger functional wholes. The aforementioned thinker power almost solely applied to her forcefields, but can be applied to things with similar constructions, thus excluding technology that possesses wires, circuits and the like.
Her shields do have their limitations though, with each Baseline shield being individually weak, capable of being broken by mundane, if well-placed, blows. Of course their durability and strength is a mite more nuanced than this as Kari may shift the focus of her shields from mobility and malleability to solidity and strength. At base, or in their baseline state her shields possess the aforementioned properties, being fairly brittle, but mobile and subject to change; conversely Kari may “lock” her forcefields, drastically reducing their mobility and maneuverability, but enhancing their durability and mechanical viability. Similarly, “locked” forcefields benefit from being part of larger constructs becoming increasingly durable relative to the quantity of shields that compose the larger whole. At the lower end, “locked” shields are roughly the durability of brass with the upper limit of their durability being similar to steel. It is notable that despite their generally being inferior to “locked” shields, forcefields in the baseline state are strong enough to very briefly carry Kari’s weight before shattering. This fact reveals an odd quirk to her power in regards to its behavior as her shields are far more effective at pushing, pulling, or interacting with eachother than they are at simply bearing weight more passively. As a result of this quirk, Kari’s forcefields more or less make things such as flight impossible.
The process of “locking” a shield takes roughly 5-15 seconds, with it taking more or less time proportional to the size of the forcefield in question. As an additional limiting factor, her shields require either active use or focus to maintain lest they decay--a phenomena which will also occur if they leave her range, eventually resulting in them shattering into formless dust. The decay of her shields within her range is slower than if they leave it. In a similar vein, her power’s range of influence is somewhat variable, capable of expanding if her constructs become large enough to exceed its size so as not to limit her experimentation overmuch. However, while the size of her constructs is not limited, the size of her shields is with the upper limit being roughly the surface area of a 3 foot wide disk and the lower end being roughly the size of a half dollar coin (1.2 inches in diameter); the average size measuring in at approximately 1.5 feet in diameter. The factor of size does alter her control somewhat, with forcefields becoming more unwieldy and difficult to control proportional to how large they are. Last, but perhaps not least, her shields are distinctly limited by the manton limit, meaning that they cannot be generated inside living matter and--until locked in--would be hugely ineffectual at cutting much of anything.
♦ Equipment: What sort of goodies do you have on you when you're in costume?
Gauntlets: Though their name implies heavy armor, the reality is that these implements are more like gloves than anything. They are mostly cloth, with thin metal fittings, including pieces that jut out and then hook in as well as slots. She has worked similar metal embroidery into her costume as well. The colors include light blue, silver, and gold with patterning to match the rest of her costume.
Med kit: She carries a small medical kit at the back of her belt in a pouch. Contains gauze, bandages, pain pills, small scissors, and several ointments for pain or infection. Similarly there is hydrogen peroxide, though only a small quantity.
Wireless communicator: Issued from the Final Guard. Often defended by a complex array of tightly bound forcefields.
Med kit: She carries a small medical kit at the back of her belt in a pouch. Contains gauze, bandages, pain pills, small scissors, and several ointments for pain or infection. Similarly there is hydrogen peroxide, though only a small quantity.
Wireless communicator: Issued from the Final Guard. Often defended by a complex array of tightly bound forcefields.
