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Can do it's up to you. Would make life interesting indeed. It's an odd character i'll be honest...I hope you don't mind having him in there.
Mental Damages
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Name: Bill Mayhew
Nickname: Bill, AKA "the RV guy", AKA "That guy that fixes stuff when he stops by" AKA "The funny old army dude"
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Appearance: A middle aged, busy fella, Poor old Bill is not a pretty boy, not ugly per se, just old, and always covered in grease, oil stains and dirt, with his hands a constant mess of filth while he's working. He has a stocky build, with more than a little muscle packed into his 5"6 foot frame.
Equipment: Gray jeans w/ belt, sturdy black work boots, heavy leather jacket covered in pockets, button up black shirt with rolled up sleeves and a vest underneath. Around his neck Bill wears the fragment of shrapnel that took his eye out on a chain as a "good luck" charm, a gift from his old platoon mates.
Bill has a cyborg eye that can see in IR, UV and has a built in flashlight. It runs off of energy from Bill's metabolism. It also pops out and unplugs if Bill looks up and jiggles it in just the right way for ease of repair. Handy!
Bill rides in a semi-armored RV, lovingly nicknamed "Mabel" that he keeps all his kit in, it's a 10-seater: with the driver, front passenger, two passenger seats and four around the dining table in the back, with another two on the sofa opposite the dining table. It's not road legal but who's keeping track of that anymore? It's a home away from home for Bill and he's keeping it that way. It comes complete with two double beds and a bathroom (very cramped)There's a locked compartment at the back sealed off with a wooden divide which only Bill has the key to. In which Bill keeps all his tools, spare parts, and a safe with a picture of his parents, his old wedding ring, and his dog tags from the war. Mabel is covered in makeshift armor plating that gives some protection from the occasional bandit taking pot shots at the RV, though most bandits are deterred by the M2 browning machine gun nest that Bill replaced the skylight with.
He also keeps in there his old exo-suit, which isn't so old anymore. After tinkering with it over the years, it's become a great hulking contraption, so large that it can no longer get out of the door of the camper van. It's more of hobby than a weapon at this point, as to get it out Bill would have to either break opn the back of the van or take it apart and reassemble it outside, a long, dangerous task in the lawless wastelands.
Weapons: An antique M1911 pistol tucked into the back of his jeans, hidden by his shirt, a monkey wrench attached to his belt, heavy enough to brain someone with, a switchblade knife hidden in a holster in his boot, a penknife in his pocket, and the technical knowhow to whip up a stun gun out of spare electrical parts and electrical tape. The mind of an improvising engineer is a dangerous thing in and of itself
Normal/Mental/Cyborg/AI/Ppp-user: Normal (Cyborg right eye and optical nerve)
Level of mental training: Bill was taught by his father, who was an advanced mental, how to shield his mind from psychic attack. Though Bill has no power of his own, the training sessions with his father gave him an understanding of mental attack and, though he cannot stop the attack itself, he learned how to let his mind flow like water around the attack, seeping through the cracks and holding on to consciousness through concentration and care.
Powers: None
First usage of abilities: Never
Visualization of medium: N/A
Bio: Born in the rage and fire that was the last half of the world ending war, Bill lived with his normal mother and advanced mental father, constantly on the run from the fighting. Though he didn't see an actual warzone until he was much older, Bill can still remember what the aftermath of those battles were like; irradiate land, mountains of bodies, and the sickening stench of rotting and burning flesh.
Bill never found out how his mother and father met, but he does know that while he was on the run with his parents their love never faltered. They argued, obviously, but they fought to keep the horrors of the war away from their son and away from each other with such ferocity and conviction that Bill was very often in awe of them.
At the age of fifteen Bill watched his parents die to the hands of bandits; his mother killed as she gunned them down, his father screaming with his last dying breath for Bill to run. And run Bill did.
For a year Bill ran from place to place, stealing and fighting for rotting scraps and dirty water, until, at the age of sixteen, Bill was caught stealing from the anti-mental army. Luckily for Bill, towards the end of the war both sides were hurting for numbers, so he was given a choice; live as a soldier; or die as a thief. Bill is still alive.
Fighting in the war that his parents had given their lives protecting him from was bitter, to say the least, but Bill did what he had to do to survive. He was placed in a division of armored infantry, using old, busted exo-suits to boost physical as well as mental resilience. Here, Bill found his calling, learning fast, Bill found it almost too easy to fix up and improve the old busted suits.
He lost his eye to flying shrapnel during a bout, but even this was naught but a road bump on the way to glory for the up and coming engineer; using scrounged tech and a lot of know how he and his platoon mates fashioned a new eye for Bill; one that could put his old one to shame. His platoon began seeing more and more wins against the mentals, and Bill began to receive commendations for services to humanity, and, eventually, found himself being moved away from the front lines and found himself in the nerve center of the anti-mental's army as a high ranking research engineer.
At the age of 18 Bill watched the war grind to an excruciating stalemate. Hoping this would finally bring about some kind of truce, Bill approached his superior officers and told them about his father being a mental and volunteered to be an ambassador to the mentals.
Bill was promptly sentenced to execution for insubordination and lying to a superior officer, as well as the charge of being a mental army spy. Enraged at the swift and merciless reaction to his plea for peace, Bill escaped confinement, stole an old exo-suit and escaped, vowing never to fight for the anti-mental armies again.
Over the next thirty years Bill watched the world move, inch by inch, towards peace, or at least something that resembled it. He got married at 24 to a wonderful woman, had a boy, and settled down, taking a job at an old tech& car repair shop in a town near unfortunately after 6 years the marriage fell apart and Bill had to move on. He spent 3 years working as a mechanic for a settlement near his home before he got his hands on Mabel, his camper van, and went travelling for two years, doing favors, meeting people, and, for the past year, doing a little work for the Post-nontals as a mechanic, engineer, and driver.
Personality: A tough old geezer, Bill has had the snot beaten out of him by life but refuses to stay down. A piece of sparking tech in his hands and a questionably sourced stogie in his mouth and Bill's content. Fond of hearing and sharing stories of the past, and Bill has seen enough to last him more than one lifetime.
View of the situation: To Bill, the enemy is those who refuse to just stop the bloody fighting for two seconds to talk everything through. Bill would rather learn what everyone thinks then try to compromise than fire a single shot.
Nickname: Bill, AKA "the RV guy", AKA "That guy that fixes stuff when he stops by" AKA "The funny old army dude"
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Appearance: A middle aged, busy fella, Poor old Bill is not a pretty boy, not ugly per se, just old, and always covered in grease, oil stains and dirt, with his hands a constant mess of filth while he's working. He has a stocky build, with more than a little muscle packed into his 5"6 foot frame.
Equipment: Gray jeans w/ belt, sturdy black work boots, heavy leather jacket covered in pockets, button up black shirt with rolled up sleeves and a vest underneath. Around his neck Bill wears the fragment of shrapnel that took his eye out on a chain as a "good luck" charm, a gift from his old platoon mates.
Bill has a cyborg eye that can see in IR, UV and has a built in flashlight. It runs off of energy from Bill's metabolism. It also pops out and unplugs if Bill looks up and jiggles it in just the right way for ease of repair. Handy!
Bill rides in a semi-armored RV, lovingly nicknamed "Mabel" that he keeps all his kit in, it's a 10-seater: with the driver, front passenger, two passenger seats and four around the dining table in the back, with another two on the sofa opposite the dining table. It's not road legal but who's keeping track of that anymore? It's a home away from home for Bill and he's keeping it that way. It comes complete with two double beds and a bathroom (very cramped)There's a locked compartment at the back sealed off with a wooden divide which only Bill has the key to. In which Bill keeps all his tools, spare parts, and a safe with a picture of his parents, his old wedding ring, and his dog tags from the war. Mabel is covered in makeshift armor plating that gives some protection from the occasional bandit taking pot shots at the RV, though most bandits are deterred by the M2 browning machine gun nest that Bill replaced the skylight with.
He also keeps in there his old exo-suit, which isn't so old anymore. After tinkering with it over the years, it's become a great hulking contraption, so large that it can no longer get out of the door of the camper van. It's more of hobby than a weapon at this point, as to get it out Bill would have to either break opn the back of the van or take it apart and reassemble it outside, a long, dangerous task in the lawless wastelands.
Weapons: An antique M1911 pistol tucked into the back of his jeans, hidden by his shirt, a monkey wrench attached to his belt, heavy enough to brain someone with, a switchblade knife hidden in a holster in his boot, a penknife in his pocket, and the technical knowhow to whip up a stun gun out of spare electrical parts and electrical tape. The mind of an improvising engineer is a dangerous thing in and of itself
Normal/Mental/Cyborg/AI/Ppp-user: Normal (Cyborg right eye and optical nerve)
Level of mental training: Bill was taught by his father, who was an advanced mental, how to shield his mind from psychic attack. Though Bill has no power of his own, the training sessions with his father gave him an understanding of mental attack and, though he cannot stop the attack itself, he learned how to let his mind flow like water around the attack, seeping through the cracks and holding on to consciousness through concentration and care.
Powers: None
First usage of abilities: Never
Visualization of medium: N/A
Bio: Born in the rage and fire that was the last half of the world ending war, Bill lived with his normal mother and advanced mental father, constantly on the run from the fighting. Though he didn't see an actual warzone until he was much older, Bill can still remember what the aftermath of those battles were like; irradiate land, mountains of bodies, and the sickening stench of rotting and burning flesh.
Bill never found out how his mother and father met, but he does know that while he was on the run with his parents their love never faltered. They argued, obviously, but they fought to keep the horrors of the war away from their son and away from each other with such ferocity and conviction that Bill was very often in awe of them.
At the age of fifteen Bill watched his parents die to the hands of bandits; his mother killed as she gunned them down, his father screaming with his last dying breath for Bill to run. And run Bill did.
For a year Bill ran from place to place, stealing and fighting for rotting scraps and dirty water, until, at the age of sixteen, Bill was caught stealing from the anti-mental army. Luckily for Bill, towards the end of the war both sides were hurting for numbers, so he was given a choice; live as a soldier; or die as a thief. Bill is still alive.
Fighting in the war that his parents had given their lives protecting him from was bitter, to say the least, but Bill did what he had to do to survive. He was placed in a division of armored infantry, using old, busted exo-suits to boost physical as well as mental resilience. Here, Bill found his calling, learning fast, Bill found it almost too easy to fix up and improve the old busted suits.
He lost his eye to flying shrapnel during a bout, but even this was naught but a road bump on the way to glory for the up and coming engineer; using scrounged tech and a lot of know how he and his platoon mates fashioned a new eye for Bill; one that could put his old one to shame. His platoon began seeing more and more wins against the mentals, and Bill began to receive commendations for services to humanity, and, eventually, found himself being moved away from the front lines and found himself in the nerve center of the anti-mental's army as a high ranking research engineer.
At the age of 18 Bill watched the war grind to an excruciating stalemate. Hoping this would finally bring about some kind of truce, Bill approached his superior officers and told them about his father being a mental and volunteered to be an ambassador to the mentals.
Bill was promptly sentenced to execution for insubordination and lying to a superior officer, as well as the charge of being a mental army spy. Enraged at the swift and merciless reaction to his plea for peace, Bill escaped confinement, stole an old exo-suit and escaped, vowing never to fight for the anti-mental armies again.
Over the next thirty years Bill watched the world move, inch by inch, towards peace, or at least something that resembled it. He got married at 24 to a wonderful woman, had a boy, and settled down, taking a job at an old tech& car repair shop in a town near unfortunately after 6 years the marriage fell apart and Bill had to move on. He spent 3 years working as a mechanic for a settlement near his home before he got his hands on Mabel, his camper van, and went travelling for two years, doing favors, meeting people, and, for the past year, doing a little work for the Post-nontals as a mechanic, engineer, and driver.
Personality: A tough old geezer, Bill has had the snot beaten out of him by life but refuses to stay down. A piece of sparking tech in his hands and a questionably sourced stogie in his mouth and Bill's content. Fond of hearing and sharing stories of the past, and Bill has seen enough to last him more than one lifetime.
View of the situation: To Bill, the enemy is those who refuse to just stop the bloody fighting for two seconds to talk everything through. Bill would rather learn what everyone thinks then try to compromise than fire a single shot.
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I was thinking The Mabel mobile could be the party's way of getting around.
Y'all could pile on in. It would make for some funny situations. Like who gets which bed, who sleeps on the floor in a sleeping bag, who gets to shower first etc.
I'm plum tuckered anyway. pulled an all nighter to get this finished.
Y'all could pile on in. It would make for some funny situations. Like who gets which bed, who sleeps on the floor in a sleeping bag, who gets to shower first etc.
I'm plum tuckered anyway. pulled an all nighter to get this finished.
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I must say I like the "old" guy.
So he is unaffected by abstract abilities?
There are some abilities he could still be affected by, and strong mentals would be harder to protect himself from.
About "mabel", some could ride in it I guess ;)
Is he in the city at the moment ?
So he is unaffected by abstract abilities?
There are some abilities he could still be affected by, and strong mentals would be harder to protect himself from.
About "mabel", some could ride in it I guess ;)
Is he in the city at the moment ?
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He's chilling at the meeting point with the Mabel mobile. he got contacted by the post-nontals and agreed to be the group's ride.
And about his training; The idea is if an abstract abillity was going to damage him mentally, assuming he isn't being attacked physically and can concentrate, he can negate the damage using the techniques his father taught him. For weak attacks it's like doing a basic one plus one calculation, concentration wise. He can do other things, but his mind is a little occupied. For tougher stuff, it's like trying to figure out a tougher equation. ever tried aiming a gun and working out simultaneous equations in your head at the same time? Doesn't end well, buddy(!)
Needless to say, it reaches a point where he has to drop everything and concentrate on not having his brain squirt out his ears.
And at a certain point it's simply too much to handle. He's only human after all.
And about his training; The idea is if an abstract abillity was going to damage him mentally, assuming he isn't being attacked physically and can concentrate, he can negate the damage using the techniques his father taught him. For weak attacks it's like doing a basic one plus one calculation, concentration wise. He can do other things, but his mind is a little occupied. For tougher stuff, it's like trying to figure out a tougher equation. ever tried aiming a gun and working out simultaneous equations in your head at the same time? Doesn't end well, buddy(!)
Needless to say, it reaches a point where he has to drop everything and concentrate on not having his brain squirt out his ears.
And at a certain point it's simply too much to handle. He's only human after all.
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So what's the plan for starting IC? Not to rush or anything, just, you know, still getting to know the site.
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Name: Beau Johnson
Nickname:
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Equipment: Her sword as shown in picture, a few daggers hidden among her body.
Weapons: Her sword and a few daggers hidden along her body; Her mind.
Normal/Mental/Cyborg/AI/Ppp-user: Mental
Level of mental training: Simple
Powers: Beau can gather the water she needs for her powers by making it rain, even finding a covered stream, or any water in sight. After she acquires the water she can then freeze it, all that is need is a small drop on her palm for her to form icicles or to drown the object with water that freezes at the same time. She can only use this power within her eye sight, thus she would have to be facing the object/person.
First usage of abilities: She first found out about her abilities when she was a young girl. She had thrown a tantrum and froze a bowl of water. Ever since then she has been training how to contain it with out it killing her.
Visualization of medium: In order to summon water she feels as if she is floating in a lake. While if she wishes to freeze something she feels as if she, herself is cold and frozen. She cannot have the two feels at the same time.
Bio: Beau grew up after the war. She learned how to scavenge at a young age with her mother. Her mother finally passed away when she was only fifteen, leaving her to survive on her own. She was near death when she ran into a group of bandits, who took her in and taught her how to fight and fend for herself. However nothing is free, but she doesn't like talking about what she had to do. Finally she managed to escape their clutches, now as she clings to the shadows, finding shelter during the dark. She was skeptical about every one and trusted no one. Beau wasn't affiliated with a fraction, just trying to survive on her own. She traveled but where her designation was she didn't know, all she knew was there had to be some place better.
Personality: Beau is skeptical about everyone. To her they are all out to get her. That doesn't mean she will attack but she won't trust you with her life. She doesn't get emotional about things, guarding her heart and her mind so as not to let her power consume her.
View of the situation: Beau is pretty indifferent to the whole war. She doesn't know what it was about, but it seems pretty pointless at the moment. She is just trying to survive day to day and find a better place to live.
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Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Equipment: Her sword as shown in picture, a few daggers hidden among her body.
Weapons: Her sword and a few daggers hidden along her body; Her mind.
Normal/Mental/Cyborg/AI/Ppp-user: Mental
Level of mental training: Simple
Powers: Beau can gather the water she needs for her powers by making it rain, even finding a covered stream, or any water in sight. After she acquires the water she can then freeze it, all that is need is a small drop on her palm for her to form icicles or to drown the object with water that freezes at the same time. She can only use this power within her eye sight, thus she would have to be facing the object/person.
First usage of abilities: She first found out about her abilities when she was a young girl. She had thrown a tantrum and froze a bowl of water. Ever since then she has been training how to contain it with out it killing her.
Visualization of medium: In order to summon water she feels as if she is floating in a lake. While if she wishes to freeze something she feels as if she, herself is cold and frozen. She cannot have the two feels at the same time.
Bio: Beau grew up after the war. She learned how to scavenge at a young age with her mother. Her mother finally passed away when she was only fifteen, leaving her to survive on her own. She was near death when she ran into a group of bandits, who took her in and taught her how to fight and fend for herself. However nothing is free, but she doesn't like talking about what she had to do. Finally she managed to escape their clutches, now as she clings to the shadows, finding shelter during the dark. She was skeptical about every one and trusted no one. Beau wasn't affiliated with a fraction, just trying to survive on her own. She traveled but where her designation was she didn't know, all she knew was there had to be some place better.
Personality: Beau is skeptical about everyone. To her they are all out to get her. That doesn't mean she will attack but she won't trust you with her life. She doesn't get emotional about things, guarding her heart and her mind so as not to let her power consume her.
View of the situation: Beau is pretty indifferent to the whole war. She doesn't know what it was about, but it seems pretty pointless at the moment. She is just trying to survive day to day and find a better place to live.
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nnnggh work being many things i shouldn't mention here. did a small edit for now. Though to be honest im not sure where im going with the power part.....>.< either that is good perhaps a bit more detailed or seriously need help D:
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I guess I can accept that vague and lovely explanation ^^
Just state the categorizations
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elaborate the power-section, and the visualization :)
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o-o they should all be in there.
Advanced - Energy, enhancement, close medium and within body did i miss something??
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Somewhat in the works will finish tomorrow ^^
And yes if one wants to they can be the missing kid. though the kid will be quite young. 16-18 tops
Name: Sasha Mording
Nickname: Dragon of the west,
Age: 60- though appears to be in her 30's
Gender: female
Appearance:
Just um imagine more armour and clothes on her <.< damn artists allways leaving so much skin D:
Equipment: IR/thermal googles generation 9, Military knife, Rations, Field support Medkit aid. Light combat armour.
Weapons: High velocity anti vehicle railgun, GSD 227 autogun. C5 explosives
Normal/Mental/Cyborg/AI/Ppp-user: Mental
Level of mental training: Advanced master. She has almost peaked in learning her powers and abilities. Able to micro and macro manage them for full effect. Sometimes only needing to push in the right direction and let nature handle the domino effect. This helps filling up the weakness of range being short to medium.
Powers:logical.... Energy: able to see and affect, change and empower different kind of energies. Maybe draw heat from the surroundings and form fire.
Enhancement; able to reinforce objects and make them something more than what they are. Maybe make a cotton string as hard as steel.
Sashas power is a remarkable mix by chance. It allows her to power her own life force to an extent.
This is why her aging is so slow and why she doesn't seem to suffer from old wounds.
She can muster strenght, speed or enhanced vision. Or switch over to elements and energies around her to utilize as weapons instead. While range is somewhat limited she holds deep knowledge of her power and can as such back up short comings with ingenuity.
First usage of abilities: At the age of Six, she burnt an attacker to crisp.
Visualization of medium: invisible hands possibly small strings of coloured lights moving about
Bio: First of to say she will most likely outlive you all. Sasha was born at the dawn of the war. Her family was a mix of mentals and normals alike and little was mentioned about powers as no one was noticably strong with them. However as the war started and finally reached their lands. Sasha noticed that she was strong. Separated from her family and wandering around she slowly learned how to deal with her new power. An old lady for a while guided her ruthlessly to become the best most likely for own purposes. However she soon died.
Sasha proved to have a knack for survival and energy management. joining at first a mental resistance group in an area she slowly started to make a name for her self. But later as the war raged on she ended up on the normal side for a while in the chaos. But soon she decided that both sides where not to her liking. Fighting hard she took a territory of her own. And fighting over it as her own treasure she got nick named dragon of the west. Of course there is a limit to what a lone person can do and she was soon pushed away. And the war was closing to an end. Sasha hid in the shadows around this time. licking her wounds. And so was considered dead. After the war she realised her aging was slower than others. Thinking of this as a good chance she settled down and found a person to love. She even had two children. Of course the shadow of the war still loomed and someone recognised her.
She lost the youngest child in the coming events and the older child along with the father dissappeared in the chaos. Sasha thought it was for the best. She carried to much history from the war. Yet she couldn't stop looking. Thats when she found the group. And in her mind a small flame of wanting revenge was still burning. Who ever was responisble would pay.
Personality: A mother a guardian and someone who takes responsibility. Sasha is quite a bitter person. Which is no surprise with what the world has thrown at her. She can of course have her changes in personality especially when taking care of young people. She can at these times remind of a parent and a menthor. Just don't piss her of. When she has decided on something it's hard to change her mind.
View of the situation: Trust no one, World is shit and the responsible will pay dearly for what they have done.
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