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Just realized I haven't mentioned anything about the defensive capabilities of my character's powers. The reason for this is because, well, I never thought of it. I'm imagining Bishop to have a strong mind, well suited to repel "attacks" like those he himself is capable of, his determination and will incredibly rigid. Just thinking out loud here, but I would like to add something about this if it's okay with @Lord Wraith?
 
cider said:
Just realized I haven't mentioned anything about the defensive capabilities of my character's powers. The reason for this is because, well, I never thought of it. I'm imagining Bishop to have a strong mind, well suited to repel "attacks" like those he himself is capable of, his determination and will incredibly rigid. Just thinking out loud here, but I would like to add something about this if it's okay with @Lord Wraith?
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Yep that's fine by me! Thanks for letting me know.
 
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  • | NAME: | Daniel Grey


    | ALIAS(ES): |Danny, Black Shadow (only by a minority, just starting to spread)


    | PLACE OF BIRTH: | Kilbride, Crescent City


    | SPECIES: | Human


    | D.O.B.: | 17/1/1985


    | AGE: | 29


    | SEX: | Male


    | SEXUALITY: | Heterosexual


    | APPEARANCE: | While not an athlete or a particularly frequent visitor at the gym, Daniel has managed to maintain a generally healthy physique. Standing at 5'10" and with an average build, there's nothing particularly spectacular about the green-eyed man. Stubble peppers his face, and a mess of mouse-brown hair falls just to his ears. If he isn't working his work overalls, he's usually wearing pretty standard shirts and jeans.


    | CLASSIFICATION: | Technology

  • | ABILITIES: |
    Daniel used to be a street-level thug, and although not the most glamourous life-choice it has left him with some pretty useful tricks. Like how to car-jack successfully, just about the right way to kick in a door or even how to circumvent those pesky electrified-fences. Some of his abilities are more physical, however. The life of a criminal is harsh, and as such Daniel has learnt how to defend himself. He is an accomplished amatuer boxer, even earning some money from it on the side. He's also able to use small firearms effectively, and is pretty handy with a knife or baton.

    Working in the underworld also puts you in places where you'll end up knowing people, who might have heard of someone, who knows a guy that's real good with favours. Daniel is good at keeping an ear to the ground and taking advantage of a small network of contacts to hear about some of the comings-and-goings in Crescent City, legal or otherwise.

    But above all is his ability to ride a motorcycle. Daniel isn't just gifted, he's of a professional-level. Years of dodging officials and other gangs alike in high-speed chases has given Daniel the reflexes and experience required to navtigate Crescent City's streets at speed. Couple this with his extensive knowledge of the layout (including a number of knooks and corners) and you've got a man who's proven more than capable of losing any tail.



    | SKILLS: | Being a good rider has also made Daniel an excellent mechanic. Most of the foundation of his knowledge comes from his father, and from there Dan has grown into his own, maintaining and improving his prized motorcycles.


    | LIMITATIONS: |
    Aside from the obvious limitations of his humanity, Daniel is heavily reliant on his contacts giving him correct information to know anything about what is going-on, otherwise he'd just be wandering the streets aimlessly looking for trouble. One wrong word, or the wrong time, could land Daniel in a pretty messy situation. Like being dead.

    Not being the most affluent man, Daniel is also pretty limited equipment wise. Most of what he has is either a hand-me-down or something he has salvaged and upgraded.

    And whilst being pretty strong, when fully "suited-up", Daniel is quite susceptible to running out of steam quite quickly in any prolonged conflict due to the sheer weight of what he carries.



    | WEAKNESSES: | He is terrified of heights to the point of freezing in place.


    | APPLICATIONS: | The application of Daniel's skills and abilities are pretty straightforward. Motorcycles for travel, boxing for self-defence, contacts for information and criminal skills to assist in what they might apply to.

  • | WEAPONS: | Daniel carries a few lethal weapons with him, though tries to keep them holstered if he can. He sports a pair of M1911 semi-automatic pistols, cared for and handed down by his grandfather, one of which belonged to his grandfather and the other to his great uncle. He also owns a sawn-off shotgun for any serious situations. For close quarters he has managed to obtain an extendable baton, as well as having his gloves double up as a weapon by weaving studs into their knuckles.


    | TOOLS: | Daniel keeps on his person a set of lockpicks for those just in case moments, and a set of small wire cutters. Because you never know when you might need to mess with some electrics. His most prized possession is a '55 Vincent Black Shadow motorcycle.


    | ATTIRE: | When doing his vigilante duty, Daniel wears full motorcycle gear. Starting on the head, he wears a black helmet with a black-tinted visor. Underneath Daniel has a balaclava, just to add an extra layer to keeping his identity secret. His jacket is made of a much more durable leather, able to withstand collisons or crashes. Over sometime Daniel was able to obtain a mix of kevlar pieces and steel plating in order to reinforce his jacket, covering vital organs. The same can be said for his trousers and boots. The elbows, knees and toe-caps have been reinforced further to help protect Daniel's body should he ever skid off of his bike at a high speed.

  • | BACKSTORY: |
    Daniel was the second son of Martin and Anne Grey, high-school sweethearts and hard working folk. Both were born and raised in Narrows, and this was to be the same for Daniel and his older brother Christopher. Martin was one of the still employed miners in the Industrial District, taking after his own father, and his before him and so on. He was a well-natured man, who had a talent for mechanical tinkering in his own time. He'd always dreamed of opening his own garage, but there'd just never been an opportune moment. Anne was a teacher at one of the local Elementary School and was a woman of the people, always involved in one community campaign or the other. The family always struggled for money, but they were happy.

    But as the two boys grew they fell in with some rather rough characters, which was an increasing problem in the whole area thanks to some of them there socio-economic factors, which were frankly way over the heads of young Daniel and Chris. The two and a group of their friends formed their own little street gang. Things weren't so bad at first. They might do a little graffiti on Old Man McAllans' wall, or maybe pinch a few sweets. But as they grew older, they grew more daring, threatening people on the streets, fighting other small gangs from the block over, vandalising property. Chris and Dan's parents were distraught. Arguments became regular. There was the odd occassion when things would be peaceful, such as when they would help their father with his mechanics, or even help their mother setup a cake stall. These times became more infrequent, and never lasted long.

    When both boys were in their late teens they were hired by The Highway Men, a notorious motorbike gang for the area and a group seen as just about the damn coolest guys around by Chris, Dan and their friends. For the next few years they learned the tricks of the trade and even how to ride motorbikes. Robbery, assault, breaking-and-entering. As time wore on these became regular occurances for the two. All but disowned by their parents, Chris and Daniel lived and breathed The Highway Men life. That was until, when Daniel was 22, he and Chris were involved in an incident. It was meant to be a normal shake-down job. The Highway Men had been hired by the De Vitis to do their dirty work and remind local business propiertors who was boss. The Highway leader at the time aspired to be in favour with the Syndicate. But this particular job went wrong.
    A few Boyles got wind of the agreement and had staked out the next place. When the time was right they ambushed the brothers. After a scuffle the two managed to make a break for it, getting on their motorcycles and setting off. The Boyles gave chase. After a pro-longed game of cat and mouse, one error caused them both to topple off of their bikes. Somehow Daniel came out battered and bruised, but relatively okay. His brother, however, recieved a spinal injury which paralyzed him from the waist down. He would never walk again. The two were picked up by the police shortly after. Both would serve a sentence of some sort to pay for their crimes.

    Daniel was 25 when he finally emerged from prison. But in 3 years things had changed. The Highway Men were under new leadership, who voted for aggressive expansion over finding favour with other more organised groups. Chris, now bound to a wheelchair, had repaired relations with the parents, helping Martin to finally setup that garage he had always dreamt of. But more than that Daniel had felt a change. Prison had given him time to think on his life. Sure he had been angry, felt as if the wirld owed him something. But having a chance to look at it all, it somehow seemed...stupid. Ridiculous. By the time he was released Danny felt no need to return to The Highway Men, despite loud protests from former friends in the gang.

    For a year everything was perfect. Both brothers were helping their father however they could with the garage, refining their mechanical skills in the process, whilst Anne continued teaching and helping with the community. But as with so many times, all things come to an end. Part of The Highway Men's new expansion policy was to takeover extortion brackets previously held by the Boyles or even the De Vitis. And one day, inevitably, they came for Grey's Garage & Electricals. Daniel was away at the time, helping his mother to setup another community event. The first he knew of it was the sirens and the smoke. His father had rebuked the threats and intimidation. Paying protection to the De Vitis was an unfortunate part of life, but at least it was done with a little decorum and discretion. Apparently Martin had not been willing to be bullied by hoodlums. So they set an example. They burnt the garage with Martin inside of it, after having the decency to wheel Chris out and then topple him from his chair. Half the building was practically gone by the time the blaze was brought under control, and whilst Martin was dragged out alive he was badly injured. And then two days later he was dead. Worse, Chris said the deed had been done by people they used to call friends.

    Anne, distraught, retreated into herself and barely left the house. Though she said little, Daniel could see the scorn in her eyes. She blamed him. His brother stayed at home to look after thier mother and to do his best to pick up the pieces. But Daniel, he couldn't just stay there. He couldn't bare the looks from his mother. The state of his brother. The fate of his father. Only a few things survived the blaze, one of them was Martin's prized possession. A '55 Vincent Black Shadow motorcycle. It had been passed down to him from his father and he had lovingly maintained it. Taking this into his own possession, Daniel launched a one-man campaign against not just The Highway Men, but any and all gangs who had hounded his neighbourhood for too long.
    First it started small, a few petty scuffles in bars, disrupting a shake-down or swooping in on a mugging. But as the months passed, it became more and more clear that there was little Daniel could actually do. Then one day he was surprised to be confronted by his brother. He knew what he'd been doing during the night, and had he been able to walk he would have helped directly. Instead he came up with a plan, or better yet a concept. The two of them would rebuild the garage, in respect of their father and run it together to help support their mother. But using a network of trusted contacts that they both knew, they would use what information they could to interrupt higher-level gang interactions such as drug deals, negotiations and even arranged gang fights. To this end Chris gave Daniel their grandfather's two M1911 pistols.

    The next two years proved fruitful. A few friendly loans helped the Greys to rebuild what was lost, and soon they were up and running again. Meanwhile Daniel moonlighted as a local vigilante, picking up tips from their contacts and setting out to fight the good fight, hoping that he'd be making a difference. He knew their were bigger and better people out there suited for that sort of work than him. But that didn't matter. He finally felt like he had purpose.

    Unfortunatley the police would never see it that way, and so he had t evade them as well as the local thugs. It was during one such high-speed chase about a year ago that Daniel caused a collison by swerving onto the otherside of the road in a bid to outwit the cops. Unwittingly, however, he had driven right into the path of another vehicle. It was too late too correct his course, so all he could do was look on in horror as the car smashed into the guardrail. He couldn't stop though, he didn't have the time. It wasn't until afterward that he discovered the crash had caused a fatality. The memory haunted him, and still does. Filled with remorse Daniel took a pro-longed break from his vigilante mission.

    But as ever the need for someone to stick-up for, or even just remember, the little man became overwhelming. For the past two months Daniel has been slowly reintergrating himself with the life of a vigilante. Slowly word of the 'Black Shadow' is spreading in The Narrows and the surrounding areas.



  • | SAMPLE POST: |


    | HOME PLANET: |


    • Once or twice a month Daniel takes part in boxing matches at the amatuer boxing club, if only to brush up on his skills, but also to bring in some petty cash for food.

    Supporting Cast:

    Grey,Chris Grey,Anne Faust,Timothy


    • Name: Christopher Gray

      Alias: Chris

      Sex: Male

      Summary: Daniel's older brother and contact network. Chris serves as the hub and link for all information that Daniel recieves. For his own safety Daniel has little interaction with these contacts, so as to try and kep his activities hidden. He also runs the shop as its manager and main mechanic.



    • Name: Anne Grey

      Sex: Female

      Summary: Mother of Chris and Dan, wife to the now deceased Martin Grey. Anne used to be an outspoken and hugely active woman, caring a great deal about her community. However, since the death of her husband she has become cynical. Though she has been back in work for a couple of years, it is not with the same energy she used to have.



    • Name: Timothy 'Tinker' Faust

      Alias: Tinker

      Sex: Male

      Summary: A local pawn-broker and part-time local history buff. Tinker is the epitomy of an old-timer. Cranky, rude and a generally unfriendly demeanour. He was, however, a good friend of Martin and is in actual fact extremely clued up on all that goes on in The Narrows. Due to his good relationship with their father, Tinker has taken a liking to both Chris and Dan, offering them advice and information where he can.





  • | [CHARACTER NAME] | [IMPRESSION] | [RELATIONSHIP] | [BRIEF SUMMARY OF RELATIONSHIP] |
 
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BASICS PROWESS EQUIPMENT DETAILS ADDITIONAL DETAILS NOTES ASSOCIATES
  • | NAME: | Daniel Grey


    | ALIAS(ES): |Danny, Black Shadow (only by a minority, just starting to spread)


    | PLACE OF BIRTH: | Kilbride, Crescent City


    | SPECIES: | Human


    | D.O.B.: | 17/1/1985


    | AGE: | 29


    | SEX: | Male


    | SEXUALITY: | Heterosexual


    | APPEARANCE: | While not an athlete or a particularly frequent visitor at the gym, Daniel has managed to maintain a generally healthy physique. Standing at 5'10" and with an average build, there's nothing particularly spectacular about the green-eyed man. Stubble peppers his face, and a mess of mouse-brown hair falls just to his ears. If he isn't working his work overalls, he's usually wearing pretty standard shirts and jeans.


    | CLASSIFICATION: | Technology

  • | ABILITIES: |
    Daniel used to be a street-level thug, and although not the most glamourous life-choice it has left him with some pretty useful tricks. Like how to car-jack successfully, just about the right way to kick in a door or even how to circumvent those pesky electrified-fences. Some of his abilities are more physical, however. The life of a criminal is harsh, and as such Daniel has learnt how to defend himself. He is an accomplished amatuer boxer, even earning some money from it on the side. He's also able to use small firearms effectively, and is pretty handy with a knife or baton.

    Working in the underworld also puts you in places where you'll end up knowing people, who might have heard of someone, who knows a guy that's real good with favours. Daniel is good at keeping an ear to the ground and taking advantage of a small network of contacts to hear about some of the comings-and-goings in Crescent City, legal or otherwise.

    But above all is his ability to ride a motorcycle. Daniel isn't just gifted, he's of a professional-level. Years of dodging officials and other gangs alike in high-speed chases has given Daniel the reflexes and experience required to navtigate Crescent City's streets at speed. Couple this with his extensive knowledge of the layout (including a number of knooks and corners) and you've got a man who's proven more than capable of losing any tail.



    | SKILLS: | Being a good rider has also made Daniel an excellent mechanic. Most of the foundation of his knowledge comes from his father, and from there Dan has grown into his own, maintaining and improving his prized motorcycles.


    | LIMITATIONS: |
    Aside from the obvious limitations of his humanity, Daniel is heavily reliant on his contacts giving him correct information to know anything about what is going-on, otherwise he'd just be wandering the streets aimlessly looking for trouble. One wrong word, or the wrong time, could land Daniel in a pretty messy situation. Like being dead.

    Not being the most affluent man, Daniel is also pretty limited equipment wise. Most of what he has is either a hand-me-down or something he has salvaged and upgraded.

    And whilst being pretty strong, when fully "suited-up", Daniel is quite susceptible to running out of steam quite quickly in any prolonged conflict due to the sheer weight of what he carries.



    | WEAKNESSES: | He is terrified of heights to the point of freezing in place.


    | APPLICATIONS: | The application of Daniel's skills and abilities are pretty straightforward. Motorcycles for travel, boxing for self-defence, contacts for information and criminal skills to assist in what they might apply to.

  • | WEAPONS: | Daniel carries a few lethal weapons with him, though tries to keep them holstered if he can. He sports a pair of M1911 semi-automatic pistols, cared for and handed down by his grandfather, one of which belonged to his grandfather and the other to his great uncle. He also owns a sawn-off shotgun for any serious situations. For close quarters he has managed to obtain an extendable baton, as well as having his gloves double up as a weapon by weaving studs into their knuckles.


    | TOOLS: | Daniel keeps on his person a set of lockpicks for those just in case moments, and a set of small wire cutters. Because you never know when you might need to mess with some electrics. His most prized possession is a '55 Vincent Black Shadow motorcycle.


    | ATTIRE: | When doing his vigilante duty, Daniel wears full motorcycle gear. Starting on the head, he wears a black helmet with a black-tinted visor. Underneath Daniel has a balaclava, just to add an extra layer to keeping his identity secret. His jacket is made of a much more durable leather, able to withstand collisons or crashes. Over sometime Daniel was able to obtain a mix of kevlar pieces and steel plating in order to reinforce his jacket, covering vital organs. The same can be said for his trousers and boots. The elbows, knees and toe-caps have been reinforced further to help protect Daniel's body should he ever skid off of his bike at a high speed.

  • | BACKSTORY: |
    Daniel was the second son of Martin and Anne Grey, high-school sweethearts and hard working folk. Both were born and raised in Narrows, and this was to be the same for Daniel and his older brother Christopher. Martin was one of the still employed miners in the Industrial District, taking after his own father, and his before him and so on. He was a well-natured man, who had a talent for mechanical tinkering in his own time. He'd always dreamed of opening his own garage, but there'd just never been an opportune moment. Anne was a teacher at one of the local Elementary School and was a woman of the people, always involved in one community campaign or the other. The family always struggled for money, but they were happy.

    But as the two boys grew they fell in with some rather rough characters, which was an increasing problem in the whole area thanks to some of them there socio-economic factors, which were frankly way over the heads of young Daniel and Chris. The two and a group of their friends formed their own little street gang. Things weren't so bad at first. They might do a little graffiti on Old Man McAllans' wall, or maybe pinch a few sweets. But as they grew older, they grew more daring, threatening people on the streets, fighting other small gangs from the block over, vandalising property. Chris and Dan's parents were distraught. Arguments became regular. There was the odd occassion when things would be peaceful, such as when they would help their father with his mechanics, or even help their mother setup a cake stall. These times became more infrequent, and never lasted long.

    When both boys were in their late teens they were hired by The Highway Men, a notorious motorbike gang for the area and a group seen as just about the damn coolest guys around by Chris, Dan and their friends. For the next few years they learned the tricks of the trade and even how to ride motorbikes. Robbery, assault, breaking-and-entering. As time wore on these became regular occurances for the two. All but disowned by their parents, Chris and Daniel lived and breathed The Highway Men life. That was until, when Daniel was 22, he and Chris were involved in an incident. It was meant to be a normal shake-down job. The Highway Men had been hired by the De Vitis to do their dirty work and remind local business propiertors who was boss. The Highway leader at the time aspired to be in favour with the Syndicate. But this particular job went wrong.
    A few Boyles got wind of the agreement and had staked out the next place. When the time was right they ambushed the brothers. After a scuffle the two managed to make a break for it, getting on their motorcycles and setting off. The Boyles gave chase. After a pro-longed game of cat and mouse, one error caused them both to topple off of their bikes. Somehow Daniel came out battered and bruised, but relatively okay. His brother, however, recieved a spinal injury which paralyzed him from the waist down. He would never walk again. The two were picked up by the police shortly after. Both would serve a sentence of some sort to pay for their crimes.

    Daniel was 25 when he finally emerged from prison. But in 3 years things had changed. The Highway Men were under new leadership, who voted for aggressive expansion over finding favour with other more organised groups. Chris, now bound to a wheelchair, had repaired relations with the parents, helping Martin to finally setup that garage he had always dreamt of. But more than that Daniel had felt a change. Prison had given him time to think on his life. Sure he had been angry, felt as if the wirld owed him something. But having a chance to look at it all, it somehow seemed...stupid. Ridiculous. By the time he was released Danny felt no need to return to The Highway Men, despite loud protests from former friends in the gang.

    For a year everything was perfect. Both brothers were helping their father however they could with the garage, refining their mechanical skills in the process, whilst Anne continued teaching and helping with the community. But as with so many times, all things come to an end. Part of The Highway Men's new expansion policy was to takeover extortion brackets previously held by the Boyles or even the De Vitis. And one day, inevitably, they came for Grey's Garage & Electricals. Daniel was away at the time, helping his mother to setup another community event. The first he knew of it was the sirens and the smoke. His father had rebuked the threats and intimidation. Paying protection to the De Vitis was an unfortunate part of life, but at least it was done with a little decorum and discretion. Apparently Martin had not been willing to be bullied by hoodlums. So they set an example. They burnt the garage with Martin inside of it, after having the decency to wheel Chris out and then topple him from his chair. Half the building was practically gone by the time the blaze was brought under control, and whilst Martin was dragged out alive he was badly injured. And then two days later he was dead. Worse, Chris said the deed had been done by people they used to call friends.

    Anne, distraught, retreated into herself and barely left the house. Though she said little, Daniel could see the scorn in her eyes. She blamed him. His brother stayed at home to look after thier mother and to do his best to pick up the pieces. But Daniel, he couldn't just stay there. He couldn't bare the looks from his mother. The state of his brother. The fate of his father. Only a few things survived the blaze, one of them was Martin's prized possession. A '55 Vincent Black Shadow motorcycle. It had been passed down to him from his father and he had lovingly maintained it. Taking this into his own possession, Daniel launched a one-man campaign against not just The Highway Men, but any and all gangs who had hounded his neighbourhood for too long.
    First it started small, a few petty scuffles in bars, disrupting a shake-down or swooping in on a mugging. But as the months passed, it became more and more clear that there was little Daniel could actually do. Then one day he was surprised to be confronted by his brother. He knew what he'd been doing during the night, and had he been able to walk he would have helped directly. Instead he came up with a plan, or better yet a concept. The two of them would rebuild the garage, in respect of their father and run it together to help support their mother. But using a network of trusted contacts that they both knew, they would use what information they could to interrupt higher-level gang interactions such as drug deals, negotiations and even arranged gang fights. To this end Chris gave Daniel their grandfather's two M1911 pistols.

    The next two years proved fruitful. A few friendly loans helped the Greys to rebuild what was lost, and soon they were up and running again. Meanwhile Daniel moonlighted as a local vigilante, picking up tips from their contacts and setting out to fight the good fight, hoping that he'd be making a difference. He knew their were bigger and better people out there suited for that sort of work than him. But that didn't matter. He finally felt like he had purpose.

    Unfortunatley the police would never see it that way, and so he had t evade them as well as the local thugs. It was during one such high-speed chase about a year ago that Daniel caused a collison by swerving onto the otherside of the road in a bid to outwit the cops. Unwittingly, however, he had driven right into the path of another vehicle. It was too late too correct his course, so all he could do was look on in horror as the car smashed into the guardrail. He couldn't stop though, he didn't have the time. It wasn't until afterward that he discovered the crash had caused a fatality. The memory haunted him, and still does. Filled with remorse Daniel took a pro-longed break from his vigilante mission.

    But as ever the need for someone to stick-up for, or even just remember, the little man became overwhelming. For the past two months Daniel has been slowly reintergrating himself with the life of a vigilante. Slowly word of the 'Black Shadow' is spreading in The Narrows and the surrounding areas.



  • | SAMPLE POST: |


    | HOME PLANET: |


    • Once or twice a month Daniel takes part in boxing matches at the amatuer boxing club, if only to brush up on his skills, but also to bring in some petty cash for food.

    Supporting Cast:

    Grey,Chris Grey,Anne Faust,Timothy


    • Name: Christopher Gray

      Alias: Chris

      Sex: Male

      Summary: Daniel's older brother and contact network. Chris serves as the hub and link for all information that Daniel recieves. For his own safety Daniel has little interaction with these contacts, so as to try and kep his activities hidden. He also runs the shop as its manager and main mechanic.



    • Name: Anne Grey

      Sex: Female

      Summary: Mother of Chris and Dan, wife to the now deceased Martin Grey. Anne used to be an outspoken and hugely active woman, caring a great deal about her community. However, since the death of her husband she has become cynical. Though she has been back in work for a couple of years, it is not with the same energy she used to have.



    • Name: Timothy 'Tinker' Faust

      Alias: Tinker

      Sex: Male

      Summary: A local pawn-broker and part-time local history buff. Tinker is the epitomy of an old-timer. Cranky, rude and a generally unfriendly demeanour. He was, however, a good friend of Martin and is in actual fact extremely clued up on all that goes on in The Narrows. Due to his good relationship with their father, Tinker has taken a liking to both Chris and Dan, offering them advice and information where he can.





  • | [CHARACTER NAME] | [IMPRESSION] | [RELATIONSHIP] | [BRIEF SUMMARY OF RELATIONSHIP] |
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As previously discussed via PM, accepted! Feel free to create an IC post at your earliest convenience!
 
Anyone who says 'all the powers are taken' clearly doesn't have a saved notepad document of neat powerset concepts to play around with then they need a new character.

Also who is this James Dean-ass motherfucker? I like him.

I have work in half an hour, but when I return I'll work on my IC post. I have tomorrow off, which I am admittedly using to Christmas shop (I will never, ever learn my lesson about leaving it this late) but I will also ration some time to finish and post said IC post.
 
Shroud said:
I'll start work on a post in a few hours.
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I lied yesterday, clearly, since there wasn't a post until now. Just only started working on it a couple hours ago, and finally got it posted. Hopefully it's alright.
 
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Lord Wraith said:
The Hype and Tech part is fine due to the Hype abilities truly being the definition of secondary. The CS is looking pretty good so far, when completed I'll likely file it under the Tech section on the OP since that's her primary designation.
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Good to hear. Yeah, tech would definitely be her primary powers.

CS is done now. :)
 
virtual_girl said:
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  • | NAME: |
    Hannah Madison Vickers

    | ALIAS(ES): |
    N/A

    | PLACE OF BIRTH: |
    Crescent City (New Lilith), California, U.S.A.

    | SPECIES: |
    Human (Homo-Sapien) / Hype (Homo-Virium)

    | D.O.B.: |
    July 18, 1991

    | AGE: |
    23

    | SEX: |
    Female

    | SEXUALITY: |
    Bisexual

    | APPEARANCE: |
    Blond, blue-eyed, slim and svelte, Hannah's mother envisioned her as a future beauty queen or trophy wife. Of average height and build (5' 6" and 128 pounds), she is pretty enough but doesn't stand out in a crowd. She is more likely to cover her face with a hood.

    | CLASSIFICATION: |
    Tech / Hype: CUPID
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Everything looks good to me! Accepted, feel free to post in the IC whenever.
 
Oh yeah, sorry for being so slow with posting, the Holiday Spirit is keeping me hella busy, will get something up tomorrow, looks like I should have the time.
 
Hillan said:
Oh yeah, sorry for being so slow with posting, the Holiday Spirit is keeping me hella busy, will get something up tomorrow, looks like I should have the time.
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Lies :P
 
I didn't feel like Maki had a place here just yet. And besides, Sarks was meant for this RP. I love what I've done with his power-set.
 
Stein said:
Alright, guys, gals, queens and all in between (Hillan), I've scrapped my original idea.

Sarks incoming!

(I'm not sure what happened to the formatting, but I'll fix it a bit later)

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  • | NAME: |
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  • Sarks Hummel

    | ALIAS(ES): |


    | PLACE OF BIRTH: |
    Europe?

    | SPECIES: |
    Homo Magni

    | D.O.B.: |
    12/23/1904

    | AGE: |
    112 (looks/acts 24)

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    Lots of it

    | SEXUALITY: |
    Heterosexual (while sober)

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    Sarks stands at 6'2" with a slim-muscular build. His dark chestnut hair is always styled somewhere between professional and slightly sloppy. His deep green eyes always seem to be taking information and seem to dance when he's talking to you. His rather languid and calm demeanor has been refined from a century on this earth.

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    Home Magnus
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Conduit Gloves (The picture will likely change) :These gauntlets serve as Conduits for Sarks' brand of magic. He's found that channeling it through his hands works best for him. By focusing the magic through his hands, he can more easily create the construct, and much more quickly if he's combining his magic with his boxing.


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Sarks tends to stick to casual slacks and button-downs of varying sorts. He can don an evening vest easily and will typically roll up his cuffs before he'll put on a short-sleeve shirt.
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Being raised an orphan was something common in Sarks' time as he grew up. The only thing he had to give him an identity in the parent-less world of England was his name and a ring that he was told had been placed around his neck on a chain upon his arrival.

When thinking about his parents, the only thing Sarks can recall are vague feelings and maybe a blurry image. Nothing concrete, and as such, he's always seen himself as alone. It's a feeling that's been a constant in his life. Growing up in an orphanage was rather unremarkable. Too many kids, not enough love, never enough surveillance for the children. Sarks' "naturally inquisitive" nature landed him in a flurry of situations that he had talk his way out of. His outspoken nature made him a prime candidate for bullying from the older kids. He fought back with all he could and that's when inexplicable things would happen. Bursts of light that would fling a child back. In the midst of his rage, his hands would become hot to the touch.

Pretty soon, the bullying and teasing became about his freakish nature and he was left alone by many of the kids.

Under Roderick's tutelage, Sarks learned the basics of magic. He began to learn the history of the Homo Magni and even the probable circumstances surrounding his death.


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Coming along, hopefully that coding becomes more cooperative for you.

Also, before anyone accuses me of being an evil GM (not saying that I'm not one mind you), I had hinted that water wouldn't put out the blaze several times. Now Greg had to die, poor Greg. We will always remember you.
 
Lord Wraith said:
Also, before anyone accuses me of being an evil GM (not saying that I'm not one mind you), I had hinted that water wouldn't put out the blaze several times. Now Greg had to die, poor Greg. We will always remember you.
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May he forever rest in (crispy, toasty) peace.

Jackson will be coming to the rescue tomorrow. Luckily, he has other ways to deal with chemical fires.
 
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Nooo, Greg. He was my best (NPC) friend. What will I do without him?

But also, if I become rather quiet it's because I'm away till next Tuesday.

(Ps. I completely didn't recognise that photo as James Dean. Can you forgive me?)
 
No worries, it is the holidays after all!
 
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