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How The Leaves Fall

@Hedgehawk Figured as much. Well, it was fun. These RP's just have trouble keeping everyone, I guess. Thanks for having me

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@Lugubrious Awesome! Gonna move her over to where Sakura is on the CS tab.

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@Lugubrious If she does a little bit of damage to enemies, she gets a little bit of healing back. It's relative to her own health, not the health of her enemies. So if she steps on a bug or something and totally kills it, she won't get anything back. But in the game if you walk up to a bad guy and he's hitting her with bullets and she's shooting him with bullets, she can kind of match that DPS with her healing per second. And the crystals drop on the ground where the bad guy gets hit, so she has to walk over and get within a few feet in order to get the healing benefits.

Okay let me try to sum it up instead of being dumb. If she shoots a dude with a bullet, the amount of healing dropped will be a little less than the damage of the bullet she fired.

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@Lugubrious Ok! I made the changes. Re-worded her resistance to pyschic attack and added some in-world bio stuff.

About her pyschic power resistant, I just didn't want to qualify it too much. Her mental power is her defining feature in the game. It's literally how she uses and does everything. Even her gun. But yeah "most", for sure, obviously there's Galeem.

If she's accepted, should I start posting as her soon, like a solo bit, or just wait until she gets almost reached?

Edit: Um, oops, Jesse's first power, Health Elements, was incomplete. I made some kind of mistake, I don't know what. So you'll need to read that again, sorry.

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Ok! Here is my second character @Lugubrious. Let me know if there's anything I should change or add.

Jesse Faden

For who among us has touched the foundations of this world and deemed them solid?

Name: Jesse Faden
Game Origin: CONTROL
Appearance:

A very red haired woman in her mid twenties. Wears an all black outfit. A leather jacket over a t-shirt for tops, jeans tucked into boots for bottoms. She has fair, almost pale skin, and blue eyes. Calloused hands. She has a strong jaw and striking facial features.

Jesse Faden

Personality: An awkward and weird young woman who's often caught up in her own head. Being a mostly humorless introvert Jesse is perfectly comfortable in her "own" company. Even though she is never truly alone: Her best friend in the world is an entity in her head that can't even talk. Conventional social interaction isn't exactly her strong suit. Jesse is a woman of action, not words. When she is talking to people, it's usually in the form of questions pertinent to the situation. She's someone who has to pretend to be normal. She's polite, humble, reliable, and steadfast. Doesn't have friends, but she has had very likable co-workers.

Abnormal is Jesse's element. She is relentlessly curious. She constantly asks herself if she wants to know, but the answer is always yes. Or rather, she finds out anyway. Jesse is not driven to explain things, but rather experience them. To know about them and overcome them. Bizarre circumstances are where she feels most at home. It feels sane. Or, the right kind of insane.

Jesse is a practical person accustomed to violence, gore, and otherwordly monsters. While she used to be an insecure person, recent self-actualization has bolstered her with confidence. Though she is still no less awkward or somewhat unnerving to be around. Expressing herself isn't something she does often. Especially since she is thoroughly unperturbed by most things.

Beneath it all, Jesse has a good heart and decent head on her shoulders. She wants to protect those who cannot protect themselves. She is a utilitarian. Both of the moral and parantural kind. In the face of the irrational it is important to act rationally. While she's not necessarily good with people she is a team player. She can rely on others and expect them to rely on her. She can trust people, in a professional sense, and she can grow to like people, too. Honesty is something she admires, as well as being...interesting. People with quirks, like her, and who won't judge her for being so unusual.

Because of traumatic events in her past, Jesse hates being gaslit. When people accuse her of lying or say she didn't see what she thought she saw it really gets under her skin. This and Polaris being attacked are the two things that can get a rise of out of the level-headed Director.

Background:

Jesse Faden first encountered the Parantural with her brother, Dylan, as a child. A mysterious Slide Projector allowed the two of them to open up portals to other dimensions. Due to the misuse of this power, and the discovery of it by other, crueler children, the situation spiralled out of control. In a few days the entire adult population of Ordinary, their home town, had vanished. The only reason Jesse and Dylan survived was due to the intervention of a benevolent being Jesse calls Polaris.

A mysterious organization arrived and covered up the entire thing. Jesse abandoned her brother and fled whilst he was captured. She spent the rest of her life on the run, scraping by an existence under the guidance of Polaris. Nobody believed what Jesse said, her mental health very often falling into question. It was all she could think about, paranoia and guilt gripping her entire existence.

Eventually Polaris found and led Jesse to her brother. He was in the Oldest House, a reality bending place that was the HQ of the Federal Bureau of Control. It was under attack from an inter-dimensional mind virus, or Resonance, known as the Hiss. Jesse found herself inheriting the Service Weapon, a powerful item that marked her as Director of the FBC.

After finding her brother and defeating the Hiss, Jesse embraced her role as Director. Now she has reclaimed control over her life and is fully immersed in that world society tried to convinced her hadn't existed. She wouldn't have it any other way.

A year into being Director, the Dimensional Research deparment picked up the largest anomaly in Bureau history. A Threshold the likes of which had never been seen before. The entirety of the Oldest House was shifted into an unfamiliar place, and the memory of the entire staff of this event, including Jesse's, was wiped. But being prepared for the unexpected, the Bureau could tell something was amiss, concluding their own cognitive functions to have been damaged some how.

Due to incredibly hostile conditions outside the Oldest House, progress and research for the first month was slow. They picked up communications from actual civilization from other communities. That was how the Director first heard about the Seekers. Polaris began to indicate that she should travel south, far south, to meet them. It seemed like whatever bizarre stasis the world had been pulled into, the Seekers were the only things making waves. Being uniquely equipped to deal with the enemy outside, the Director ordered the Bureau to maintain lockdown. Then, she made her escape. She travelled a great distance, first by foot, then by car. The rest of the trip was made easier when she hitched a ride on a helicopter afte reaching a populated city. Now she's searching the Sandswept Sky, hoping to find the answers she's looking for. Wouldn't be the first time she did something like this, and she doubted it would be the last.

Specialty: Generalist
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10

Powers:

• Health Elements: A protective force shields Jesse from harm. Damage still hurts but it allows her to withold much more than a regular person. When she damages enemies, they drop blue crystals that only Jesse can see. If she picks them up, her health bar is restored.

Strengths:

• GUIDING LIGHT: Jesse is linked with a benevolent, otherwordly entity she called Polaris. Polaris cannot communicate with Jesse verbally, however their bond is very close. Polaris can silently indicate things Jesse can see. Polaris posseses great knowledge of space, and often helps Jesse find where she needs to go, no matter the distance. She also can point out safe places or objects of interest for Jesse.
• CHOOSE TO BE CHOSEN: Jesse is qualified to be the Director of the Federal Bureau of Control. This implies a certain level of strength and potential. She is immune to most attacks on her psyche and mind, including mind control, hypnosis, fear, etc. A stillness of mind that cannot be broken.
  
  This also means she is a Parautilitarian. Objects of Power can be bent to her will, their abilities transferred onto her. This process is facilitated by the Board, a group of beings living in the Astral Plane.
• PRETTY DECENT SHOT: Not as fancy as her other Strengths but just as important in her line of work.

Weaknesses:

Energy: Jesse's powers are somewhat limited by her own Energy. If she expends all of her energy, she has to wait five to ten seconds for it to recharge again. It is not linked to her stamina: Using powers will not exhaust Jesse physically or mentally. Nonetheless Jesse's damage comes in bursts. If she mistimes a use of her power she can be susceptible to reprisal.

Basic Physiology: Beneath her thin layer of Resonance armoring Jesse is a human as fragile as any other person. If the enemy can focus down on her or prevent her mobility and damage from coming through, she is quite vulnerable to damage.

Ranged Only: Besides knowing how to throw a punch, Jesse has no martial arts skill. She wants to keep her enemies out of arms reach.

Spirits: None yet.

Kindred Spirits: None
Inventory:



THE SERVICE WEAPON: Every Director's pride and joy. A handgun psychically linked to Jesse. It will improve in power as she re-establishes her bond with it. It's borderline sentient, reacting to Jesse's presence. Only the Director can wield it. If anyone attempts to use this weapon other than Jesse Faden, they will experience severe pyschic damage until they put the gun to their own head and pull the trigger.

The Service Weapon is a long barreled, sleek black hand gun. It is made of smooth black pieces of an unknown mineral. It twitches and shifts, made of many disparate pieces, held together by it's own power. It has infinite ammo, only needing to be recharged if fired too often.

Right now it has been reduced to it's basic form, Grip, a versatile and powerful semi-automatic form. It has high accuracy, good range, and good damage. Able to drop an average human in two-three shots, or a single headshot. It fires as fast as Jesse can pull the trigger, which is actually pretty fast. In Grip, it "holds" 15 rounds. As Jesse levels up, more specialized and unique forms will become available to her once again.

When not being used, the weapon vanishes and exists only in the Astral Plane. She can summon and unsummon it at will.

Nightland — (modern, paranormal, urban mystery, horror)

Also pretty interested!

How The Leaves Fall

Emily Dawson

"Mhm!" She nodded at Eli. "No problem. It was fun!" She waved at him, smiling. It seemed the tension was broken, thankfully. The rest of the day passed without much event. The teachers at their small school had long gotten used to her quiet mumbling. Emily tries to keep it as low as possible, it's mostly under her breathe at this point.

Emily didn't mind school. She could learn some cool things from it. Besides, she needed it if she was going to be a well rounded citizen. "...the modern idea of a well rounded student originally comes from ancient Greece. Athens, specifically. Though of course at the time it was only for land owning men, like most things were back then. Greek statues actually had color on them, the paint just faded over time. Now we base our government architecture on a misunderstanding of what the original democracy used to look like. Weird, weird, huh?" Emily said aloud when the end of the day bell rang.

At first she was going to wait around and see if anyone was gonna stick around for her journalism club. No dice. Oh well. She thought she would go out and see the sights of the town. Explore a little. She liked to do it. She found herself outside in down town. Thinking about things. Thinking about....Halloween. Emily had her book bag clutched to her chest. For some reason she never used the straps, just held it there like it was a bag of potatoes.

Emily saw Violet, sitting alone on a bench. She seemed upset about something. Emily found herself approaching, and, well, it's not like she could keep her mouth shut forever. She made eye contact with Violet.

"People are afraid you're gonna murder them, huh? Place a curse on them. Because every year for the last seven years someone goes missing around Halloween (and I know all their names.) Is that a good coffee? You really like caffeine." It was like a drive by shooting, but of words. Emily paused her walk though, taking some steps closer to the Heiress so she was in conversation distance.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Victory

Victory was closer than she knew. Just a few moments after her amazing pun, the ship and everyone on it came to a grinding halt. Fortunately, the two in the boiler room were well armored. Victory reacted quickly to the change of momenteum. She and Sir E. Braum were about to go slamming into the wall infront of them. Fortunately, the two were well armored. As she flew forward she turned and raised a hand, changing her Hard Light shield into a foamy cushion for Rumi to land on. She wasn't sure how strong his armor was, but she knew hers was strong enough to take the impact of a mere ship crash.

She slammed her back against the wall and waited out the rest of the crash, using her limbs to keep herself steady. Everything went somewhat quiet. Needless to say, the smile had left Brooke's face under her helm. It was time to get serious. They didn't have any time to waste.

"We have to find the others and regroup." Victory said to her heroic compatriot. She turned to the door of the boiler room. The whole ship was crashed. No longer did it rock gently back and forth in the waves of the water.

Her plan was as simple as that. Making sure all the heroes got out alive was more important than capturing the villains.

Victory tried the handle of the boiler room door, just in case. Of course, they were locked in.

"I'll get us out of here. Those cameras of yours will be useful in locating our allies. Scout ahead while I break this door down." The gleaming goliath hunched over to the boiler room door. Cocking her fist, she brought it down on the edge of door. It dented, slightly. Victory was much stronger than an average human in her armor form, but she didn't have specialized super strength. The pounding of her gauntlets against the door resounded loudly. It didn't matter. They had to get out. What good would being hidden, trapped, in the boiler room do? It was either a noisy escape, drowning, or being found by supervillains.

Once there was a small gap in the door, Victory transitioned her foamy cushion for Rumi into a prybar. She braced herself against the door with her shoulder and began to pull, hoping to break the things long. Or just tear it off its hinges entirely.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Here's the fourth member of the new villain team. Let me know if there's anything I should change or add.

Mallory

Name
Mallory Doyle

Villain Name
Lyssa

Nicknames
Mal, Liz.

Gender
Female, she/her

Age
22

Date of Birth
January 2nd

Physique
Standing tall at 6'4, Mallory is a gaunt, imposing figure made of ropey muscle. She has a narrow, pretty if asymmetrical face, when it isn't twisted into a scowl. Or falling apart because of her powers. She has long ratty brown hair. Her favorite hoodie is black with a red arrow design. Besides that she wears tank tops, jeans, and sneakers.

Blood Type
B-

Occupation
Villain

Side
Villain

Affiliation
???

Tier
A-

Personality

Mallory is an impulsive, volatile, and angry young woman. Most likely the result of some undiagnosed mental disorder. Her rage is her most defining feature, the centerpiece of her life. Every single waking moment she's thinking about the next time she'll fly off the handle. As such she is quite the miserable person. Even when she isn't freaking out she's irritable, consistently pissed off, always ready for a fight. She's willing to intimidate, beat, and kill to get what she wants. And what she wants is money and power. A lot of it. She desperately hates poverty and after a life time of struggle has recently decided to dive head long into the life of being a villainess. Because fuck it.

Mallory hates the world and most people in it. She doesn't trust easily. She's violent, brutal, ruthless. This would be the same, regardless of her tantrums. She doesn't enjoy hurting people (unless it's particularly cathartic), but it's the primary tool in her toolkit. When she isn't consumed by wrath and madness, she's practical and effecient. If things are going to get done, they need to be planned out. A plan to stick too can also help Mallory keep her grip on herself. On that fucking itch at the base of her skull that compels her to destroy.

When she's in an incredibly rare good mood, Mallory is low-key. She prefers to keep to herself. Her rage isn't something she's proud of. She's got a gruff personality and a lot of world experience. If she's with a friend she can take a joke and dish some out, too. She likes collecting comic books, fixing motorcycles, and petting dogs. Big ones. Like her. And really old stories, about really old gods. Ask her about mythology sometime. Or follow her on a secret trip to the library.

But there's a darkness and a guilt that constantly looms over her. It's likely that the thing she hates most in this world is herself.



Backstory

Born dirt poor, almost literally on the streets of Castleburg. There's not much to say about Mallory's early life. She was kicked out of school after school until she stopped going entirely. Her mom didn't care and quickly gave up on her. She's gone now, not that Mallory cared. The only person who ever actually seemed to care for Mallory was her old man, Timothy Doyle.

Tim was a loser, and he spawned a loser daughter. Whatever. Mal wasn't gonna hold it against him. At least he stuck around. He's chronically sick, wimpy, basically a welcoming mat because he lets people step on him all the time. Metaphorically, but Mal probably imagines someone has actually stepped on his face, too.

So, yeah. Mal fell into crime pretty quick. She needed the cash, and she didn't see any other options. The laughable "youth outreach centers" certainly wouldn't have her. Not like she could blame them, though. Mal did a brief stint in juvy, and when she got out, she kept doing crime. Fell in with a gang. Again...whatever. The years drifted on. When she got her powers, she literally became a monster.

But they helped her do crime. So she kept working. Stealing. Protection rackets. Security work from the contacts in her old gang. Her career became something she could be proud of. She wasn't going to jail again. She was gonna make something of herself. But her old man got sick. Sicker than he ever had. They needed money, fast, for the payment. Mal realised how much she liked him. Guy was the only one who tolerated her presence. Even if he was a total wimp, she'd do her best to help him out. Hell, maybe even because he was a total wimp..? It didn't matter. She wanted to step up her game anyway.

So it was time to graduate from criminal to villain. Villains (villainesses?) had villain names. They had a villain outfit, and did schemes, not crimes. They had a lair, not a hideout. And they weren't afraid to put themselves out there and get shit done. The name Lyssa came to her one night when she was hanging out in the library. It was...fitting. The Greek goddess of mad rage, fury, and even rabies. Why not? If she would serve any god, it would probably be that one. It worked for her.

Thus, Lyssa hit the streets, committing a series of low stakes crimes, battling some shit-tier Heroes and getting away with it. Still, she wasn't satisfied. She needed more money, fast. Fortunately, she was about to get a lucky break...

Power
String Power:

Her creativity stopped after she came up with a name. What the Hell else was she gonna call it? She can turn her body into string.

The string is pure white, a few centimeters thick, and very durable and strong. And she's full of it. Not so much full of it as much as she is made of it. And she has a high degree of control over the strings in her body. When she has all of them inside her they grant her extra durability and strength.

Other than that, she's got 62,000 CM's of string to work with. She's...malleable. She can stretch her limbs by separating her arms and connecting them only by some string. She can make holes in herself. Bend herself in unnatural ways. It's pretty great. It looks a litle gross, especially if you have trypophobia.

If the string is cut, it bleeds. And whatever the string was made of carries the blood with it. So if the used the string of her arms, her arm would get cut. If she completely converted herself to string, the string that makes up her heart might get cut. Then it's game over. If she converts any of her senses or her head into string, she loses access to that sensation. The only thing that stays is touch, and the strong is very sensitive.

One thing to keep in mind- she is made of ONE string. If it gets cut, it's gonna hurt. Still useable, but less so. It's much easier to just twist it together and send it out.

Mal also knows how to handle herself in a fight. She's been in her fair share.

** OTHER-

Likes beer. Not an alcoholic.

Doesn't keep much on her. But she can create pockets of string and store objects inside her body. Kind of gross, though.

She's straight. Not exactly been with a lot of guys, though. The reasons are obvious, aren't they?

Would love to own a dog. Thinks she'd make a terrible owner. But she'd actually do okay.

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Kasugano Sakura

Level 4: 21/40
Location: The Docks Talking to @DracoLunaris and @Lugubrious
Word Count: 578
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 4: 22/40

(Ouch.

...Well, actually, not that ouch.)

Sakura finally returned to consciousness. Her rhythmic, automatic breathing became briefly manual as she inhaled. Her eyes opened and she was staring up at the sky. The space where, just one second before, Karin Kanzuki had been looming over her. At least, from her perspective. She knew she had been knocked the heck out, hard. Normally a friendly street fight didn't go that far. It was Sakura's own fault. She should have given up at that elbow. What was that move, anyway? It seemed crazy. The move was burned into her mind. She wanted to learn it, too. This was the kind of excitement, the reason she loved street fighting. Even the concussion wasn't a huge deal. A day of rest and her ki would take care of it. But, that didn't seem to be necessary. Like she had thought before, not that ouch. It was probably the most restful knock out she'd ever experienced. Had someone healed her? The sky was pretty, so her brown eyes continued to observe it.

Unfortunately, one thing did sting. She got knocked out by Karin. Again, normally, not a big deal. But now Karin was gone. She was still under that nasty Galeem's control. Which meant she was in trouble. And the way Karin looked at her...it felt like she had lost the respect of Karin. Because she kept trying that trick. The Heart trick. In a way, she was trying to end the fight early. It didn't really matter if it was cheating or not, because Karin thought she was. And that felt bad. Really bad. Especially after how far their relationship had come. To an outsider it might seem like they were pretty soundly enemies, but there was a bond between them. A strong one. One that was weaker, now, perhaps even severed. That sucked. Really sucked. She didn't want to lose Karin's friendship. She didn't want to lose Karin at all. But she had. Both of those things. It was a total, utter defeat. There was a difference between losing and being defeated. Losing was fine, it was part of the journey. But this was more than just a loss. She couldn't stop thinking about it.

Well, she could, momentarily. Because she smelled junk food. Her stomach rumbled. Sakura turned her head. Bowser and Peach were there. Brineybeard, too. Ranger was back to normal. Bella and Rika were out in the open, but it didn't seem like there was any danger. The sight, as down as her spirits were, made Sakura smile.

"Something smells good." Sakura said. Her voice was the lowest in energy it had ever been. Her friend slipping through her fingers like that was devastating. But she was trying to stay in a good mood. "Is there, uh, any left for me?" She asked. She rose into a sitting position, rubbing the back of her head. She wasn't sure what to say. Sakura felt like an apology was in order, for some reason. Did they worry about her? Did they risk something for her? If Bella or Rika had been caught out in the open because of her antics, Sakura would never forgive herself. It seemed like it worked out this time, sure, but...

The small smile faded. "...sorry." She cast her eyes downward, now knitting her fingers together nervously. Sakura felt small and embarassed, sitting on the ground. She hoped she didn't drool. She hoped they didn't worry about her, or stress out about it. Man, this sucked.