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12890/Peace Talks (Part 2)

2021-04-10T17:20:50Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/03/26
|Location=Undisclosed Location, Canada
|Synopsis=After agreeing to speak to The Phoenix, Scott and Logan come face to face with the cosmic entity on the Astral Plane.
|Cast of Characters=47,114,202
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' An evening spent over grilled rabbit and snow-chilled beer. Plans made around a stove in the dead of the Canadian night. Sleep was scarce for Jean, who spent most of the evening curled under a bearskin blanket with her mind drifting and exploring their surroundings to find peace in the cold and calm. Better to aimlessly follow a raccoon around for four hours and see what it gets up to as opposed to running over sixteen different awful scenarious. As the sun began to turn the sky from black to velvet blue to the softest wash of cobalt on the horizon, Jean finally gives up her psychic doze and slips free to pull on a thick overcoat and stand out on the porch with a fireplace-reheated cup of too thick coffee. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' It was a restless night for Scott as well, as sleeping under a bear skin rug with Jean and a hairy Canadian isn't the most comfortable of situations. That and he could feel the stressful buzzing of Jean about in his head which kept him up. Having finally woke up and managed to use whatever Logan had cobbled together for a 'shower', he made his way out to join her, dressed in a heavy jacket, two shirts and a pair of jeans to ward himself of the cold. He gives a few squints from behind his red glasses at her, followed by a yawn. "Hey." He says as he takes a seat next to her, staring out over the distance of the beautiful Canadian landscape. He reaches under his glasses to rub carefully at one of his eyes. "I don't think any of us slept good. Except him. Think he snored all night, loud enough to wake the dead." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan's been out since well before dawn. Cowboy hat, wranglers, and a coat over his usual flannel to catch breakfast. In reality he's just getting out into the calm of the surrounding countryside where he spent so much of his time prior to the mansion. He rarely found much ''calm'', however. It just brought bad memories and even worse memories. When he returns, shortly after dawn, it's with a couple fish on a bit of fishing string he'd had in a cabinet nearby. Eyes on Jean at the fireplace, "I don't snore." Said to Scott as he pushes over towards the ''kitchen'' to get them something to eat cooking. "And if you don't like the song, sleep in the fuckin' yard." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Hmf, if the bears don't have a disagreement on the property boundary." Jean says between the two before leaning herself briefly into Scott in a makeshift coffee-holding kind of hug. Then she's stepping back inside while finishing said coffee and sets the metal mug aside so she can go rummaging in her pack for her hairbrush. Silly, to go through the effort just to potentially get in an uproar, but there's not much difference in the ritual of grooming and the ritual of putting on armor. It's all in the act of preparation. "I'm just going to eat light for right now and I'd say do the same. Astral projecting can do a number on your stomach, especially if you're not used to it. It's the conflict between you trying to embrace reality when you're not really "in" it, so to speak." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "You snore." Scott says as he rises upwards to follow after the pair once he gives Jean a gentle bump with his shoulder. He can't help the ghost of a smile that passes by his lips. Things will never change between the three of them, no matter how much their lives evolve over the years. "I agree, eating light is the safe bet. If everything goes well, I'd say steak and beer for dinner." As he heads into the kitchen, he takes a look around, then goes about hunting for dishes to set up on the old wooden table. "Nervous?" He asks the redhead curiously. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan is uses a single claw extending out from the center of his fist to quickly clean the fish, without going into much of the details, he's pretty quick about it. "Alright. We'll eat lite and have rockbase for lunch once this is all over." Flat out ignoring Scott telling him, again, that he snores. Except for a grunt. And some colorful words said under his breath. A few berries and a couple slices of cheese for breakfast it is, but the fish are left out once they're cleaned. "We'll head out once you two are ready. Picked out a nice little spot up the stream.. good clearing." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Good, we don't need anywhere special. Just someplace comfortable to sit and something to sit on so your ass isn't frozen to the ground when we're done." Jean states while fetching some food, as well as wrapping some in a paper towel along with some water bottles to go in a pack. Don't mind the emergency medical kit buried at the bottom. "I'm pretty much good to go." She passes a quick glance to her phone and the block before closing her eyes, the gesture only lasting a few heartbeats before she reopens her eyes. "I let the Professor know we're about to set off. So when you're ready, we can head out." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I am ready when you are." Scott says with a determined voice as he heads out to grab one of his backpacks to throw over his shoulder. It contains some basic supplies. Blanket. Water. First Aid Kit and a GPS with a tracker built into it. Just incase the team has to find three smoldering bodies later, or two. He takes a moment to look around the cabin, then heads out with the two of them, letting Logan lead the way. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan packs a few extra things in his bag, some travelling food, and some survival equipment just in case things get really nuts, but he's nodding to Jean while doning it. "Ready." Last on his head is the cowboy hat, pulled low with two fingers along the brime. "Not to far away, I'll bring one of the blankets to sit on." One of the two bear blankets is rolled up and slipped through some rope on his pack before setting out with a point to the South East. "Just this way." And it's not terrible far at all. Within the hour they're coming upon a clearing a few yards from the side of the stream. "Hasn't been any game out here in a few weeks-" Sniffing at the air. Likely why he chose it. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' No one can argue the three aren't realists. When you plan to end up dead, every victory is a bonus. People also don't ask you to plan their parties. "Good thing I brought my old hiking boots." Jean muses as she puts on her pack and then heads out after Logan. But she's fit and used to long walks, and there's trouble for her to keep up when there's a guide pointing the direction. "Well, that's good. We shouldn't get interrupted by a hungry wolf or anything. It makes focusing hard if something is trying to gnaw your arm off." She finds a clear and flat enough spot for them to set up, and it's not much work to get some blankets out and a small fire going nearby so they're not entirely out in the cold. She kneels down on the one blanket and adjusts the sleeves of her coat to make sure they're loose. "This is the easy part. Just sit in front of me. Sorry, but you may actually have to be in each other's personal bubbles so I can reach you. It just makes it easier, especially when I'm pulling all of us through." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Once they are settled and the blankets are spread out, Scott settles down next to Jean and gives a nod of his head as he listens to her. He glances over to Logan, brows raising upwards a bit before he glances to Jean. He straightens up as he criss-crosses his legs, settling his hands over his knees. To say he is nervous is an understatement. He may be a Fearless Leader in the battlefield up against throngs of the enemy. But this is on a different level. Dealing with cosmic world swallowing birds of fire was not something anyone could be trained for. Besides dying. "Personal bubbles, huh?" He says aside to Logan. "Think good thoughts." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan stretches after setting down his pack, then goes about getting a small campsite ready for them. Couple blankets down, then the bear fur for extra warmth. Close enough to a fire that nothing catches on fire. Once he's satisfied, and while Jean explains that they may have to sit within each others personal space, "So longs he doesn't snore.." Clearly he's not letting that go. A few minutes later and he's settling down cross legged beside Scott, but in front of Jean where she could easily reach for them. "Alright. Ready when you are Red." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Kneeling in front of them, Jean offers up a smile that is warm despite the misgivings. "Right. Happy thoughts. This isn't going to be Neverland, but I'll be with you. Always." She reaches out to place a hand against either head and the world is washed in rose light. Familiar enough with both of their minds, Jean has little trouble gathering all of the knotted and frayed bits of their collective minds and weaving them together. It's a subtle tugging sensation to bring their grouped minds over to the Astral side of things, leaving their bodies safe and sound back where they sit. No sooner do they arrive, however, than the Phoenix is there with all of the magnitude of trying to see the whole of Jupiter when you're three feet from entering the atmosphere. It didn't come to them, it was already there right under the surface. <> The voice is loud. So loud. It defies thresholds such as volume, because the voice isn't a sound in the air. It's a psychic frequency so low and vast that the rattling of the soul somehow translates to a vibration in the bones that's carried right to the skull. There isn't the sense of blazing heat that they may expect, but there's the sensation of the firebird's brightness sinking past skin and muscle like the rays of the sun. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As they appear in the Astral world, Scott Summers is in his full uniform of blue and gold. It's the 'face' he wears below the surface of his own mindscape. Forever locked in as a 'hero', a role model, a leader, an icon. The part of him that he is unable to escape from due to the weight he carries with it upon his shoulder. The voice that hammers his head from the bird of fire causes him to flinch as he stares upwards through the lens of his red visor. The intensity of the moment causes his skin to prick in the real world and fear to creep up into his chest. He swallows it down, shielded behind a stoic face. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' That would definitely take some getting use to. Logan is glad that he doesn't have to, that this isn't frequent enough that he'll ever have to see a day where he's totally nonchallant about the whipping around in the astral plain. He appears as a wild thing, hair all a mess, clothes tattered and torn and claws perpetually out from his fists. Not because he means anythign harm, but this is his base mental projection.. The beast inside his mind. Both hands cover his ears at the sound of Pheonix ''voice'' though it has no more effect on keeping it from rattling his brain than would an umbrella during a hurricane. "We're here to talk... in a calm, collected, manner... at normal volumes." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' There's a few times where they're sure Jean is standing there, only for her image to shift and be nothing more than a trick of the firelight. The Phoenix stares at Scott with a tip of its head like it was tasting his fear before it swings that starship-sized head towards Logan and takes the measure of the feral man and then the X-Men leader in turn with the same degree of vague curiosity that a lion might afford to an unusually brave mouse. << Talk? >> The click of its beak is like a thundercrack. Blazing eyes narrow as the head lowers closer but remains no more focused on one man then the other. << You did not wish to speak with me. >> For a split second, they get the impression of Jean. Her voice. Her faintly pouted expression with one hand on a hip as she shows a mock offense. The voice isn't the agony of before. It's familiar but it's a stranger, an emulation so perfect it's terrifying. << You do not want me here. Is that why you came? To ask me to leave? >> 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I don't think any amount of words would get you to leave." Scott grimaces through the loud rumble of the voice as he stares back at the large bird of fire. He tries to put on a brave front, emotionless face and straight back. "But your presence here within Jean does not make anyone comfortable, nor the power that you wield. We just want to know what your intentions are with her, what your plans and goals are." He keeps his voice calm and steady despite the accceleration in his heart. "Because .. we love her, and we do not wish to see harm come to her, or anyone else. We just want to live in peace with you if that is possible." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Hard not to be a little defensive. Logan's whole purpose is to fight... Let the wild man loose and see how much chaos he can cause. Except in this situation where a bit more finness is required. That's why Scott's doing the talk and Logan's doing the ... whatever it is he's doing. Trying to look casual? "Speak for yourself, I want the fuckin' thing gone." He aint afraid of no firebird. "I just realize that's not gonna happen. So maybe if we better understand-" he nods and motions to Scott, "What he said. If we know what you want, maybe we can all get along and learn not to want you gone..." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' << No. >> The Phoenix says with a proud flaring of its fiery plumage, the answer direct and brokering no argument. It may have learned the dubious art of the English language, but there is still the impression of disgust as if it despised such primitive means of communicating. << You cannot. >> <> It further supplies, though probably not in any helpful manner. <> Which, seems to be all its willing to provide as it looks to the two men expectantly like a teacher staring down at her class. Now who wants to explain to the rest of the class what we were just discussing? 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Furrowing his brows, Scott weighs the words for a long moment, casting a glance towards Logan to gauge his reaction before he looks back towards the Phoenix. "You are a parasite at best, injecting yourself into her life and holding her prisoner under the threat of world ending power. Jean is the love of my life and I don't want to see her controlled like a puppet where the strayest thought or action could have dire effects. I understand that we don't have a choice in the matter, but I am willing to voice my concern." Folding his arms over his chest, he studies the cosmic entity. "So, what next? You just wish to merely exist within her mind? To live out the life of a human until you grow bored and she outlives her usefuless for you? What is your goals from here out?" 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "I appreciate you bringin' her back to life." Logan gets that part out of the way because that's fairly important to him and he means it. "The rest of it was horse sh-..." He's about to go on a rant, but a glance at Scott and the little familiarity the pheonix holds to Jean stop him. chuffing through his nose he glances off into the astral distance. Besides, Scott's got all the diplomatic stuff handled. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' << You speak like you matter. >> Says the Phoenix. It's blunt, rudely so, except there is no indication the Phoenix even comprehends that aspect. She seems equally dismissive of Logan's thanks, only regarding the wild mutant with an empty gaze like he'd just thanked grass for being green. Here, the bird gives a restless rustle of wings that sounds like the crackling and popping of embers. <> It remains quiet for a moment as if pondering a great many thoughts before it seems to come to a decision. << But you matter to her. Are you willing to open your eyes? >> 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "That is why we are here, to try and understand so that we can relieve some of our concerns." Scott says to the bird of fire as he lets out a heavy breath of frustration in his chest. "As long as you're way of communication doesn't mean we'll become .. incapcitated by the experience, I am open to learning more." His muscles tighten in his jaw as he glances over to Logan for a moment. He is sure the feral man is rearing to go and dive head first in, even if caution screams at the back of his own mind. "We're ready." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan's been ready. All this talking with space demons possessing his loved one is wearing thin on his limited amount of patience anyways. Fidgeting, even in his mental projection until the thing offers to show them. "Yeah let's see whatcha got." A glance spared over at Scott, then back to the firebird. Arms laid across his mostly bare chest, he waits for the revelation of potentially dark projections from a realm well beyond his understanding. Nothing to be alarmed about, certainly. This is completely normal. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' << If you cannot see, then you are of no use to her. >> The Astral reflection of Canada dissapears. In the searing eyes of the Phoenix, the last images of the world dies in fire. They find themselves in a void. Before them is a scattered asteroid field of fading light. They are upon a shard of rock slowly diffusing out into nothingness, and in their hearts they would feel the dying memories that this was once a world. A world among an entire universe, an entire time. A time that once was teeming and is now dead and superfluous. Like the scientific law, its matter is being recycled back out among the stars from each speck of dirt to each glowing mote of a soul. Everywhere are time streams like strands of DNA, the very genetics of the universe. Hundreds, thousands, millions, more. Spinning like tornados, they meet, twist, clash, and exchange light when they strike. Evolution. It is a sea of infinite possibility and there, far in the distance at the core of all things, there is a steady white glow. Before it is the Phoenix, resplendent and terrible. The firebird approaches, and as she weaves through the storms of time there are points when she draws a wing across a strand to send it colliding into another where they twist together. With another who's glow flickers feebly, she drags a talon through like a seabird does a wave, and the strand spins itself apart into oblivion and the motes of what was are taken into the light. In the empty space, the Phoenix breathes, and a tiny flicker of her own flame is left behind and begins to spin and stretch into the birth of a new universe. A new time. The Phoenix dances through the ages on sweeping wings, painting a nebula of celestial flames in her wake. Crimson and gold, indigo and blinding blue. The scene defies imagination. Reason. Sanity. If you stare long enough at the sun, will you go blind, or will you be able to see the churning surface in full clarity? 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As the world washes away and becomes an infinite swirls of space and time, Scott's eyes widen from behind his visor as he floats about amongst the stars. He can feel his breathing become heavier and quicker as he searches for Jean anywhere in the midst. "God." He breathes out under his breath and past his lips. "Jean! Can you hear me?" He calls out into the voice, trying his best to turn himself about so that he can get an idea of where he is at, where everything is at. His strong, analytical mind is tugging at the strings of sanity. "What are you trying to show us? That you are the beginning and the end of the universe? What does this have to do with Jean?" 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' This is a lot to take in. Logan is fairly certain that he doesn't see whatever it is the Pheonix is trying to show them, but he's definitely not going to voice that fact. It probably already knows... He's not a stupid man, not by a long shot, but the vastness of space existing within a single entity housed inside Jean Grey? What does that mean? Scott's asking the good questions so Logan just stares at the infinite void of space and possibility with a look on his face like he has to shit and can't. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' The fiery being comes to hover over the ashes of the former world and the two men standing untouched on its surface. There at the center of the Phoenix is Jean in her phoenix-styled costume, though the color of it shifts. First the green they know, then scarlet red, then pearlescent white, and then back. The woman herself seems to be resting with her face calm and relaxed. There are no words from the Phoenix, only the impression of its great head hovering over them. In their minds, the two mutants see images as the firebird cuts and stitches memories to form images like a game of Pictionary in fast forward. A man in black and white hunched over a book. In his hand is a quill, and as he draws a bird upon the page the quill ignites. The tool does not burn the hand of the artist but illuminates the page into a riot of color. He marvels at the sight and whispers the name, "Phoenix." A golden balloon emblazed with a crimson firebird floats free up towards the sky. A tiny hand reaches up suddenly to grab the string and brings the balloon back down to earth. It's a little redheaded girl looking down at a grave, and in her hands the balloon is grounded. Safe. It doesn't fly away. With solemn care, she ties the balloon string to the stone. There's the memories of that day Jean died. Of her green eyes staring out into the void and fixing on a distant star, and the feeling that while she will die so those she loves can live, that she does not want to.  She has the power to say no. In her mind, Jean grabs that fiery quill and refuses to stop writing her own story. She is another page in that book, neither at its beginning nor its end. A last image. Jean at the cabin, standing beside the firebird and watching Scott, Logan, and Storm watch helplessly from outside a dome of power as Jean looked to be dying in front of him. The Phoenix whispers to Jean while Jean look back. The Phoenix sees in her a hand holding a string. A book. A quill. Means, tools, and a voice in one. Phoenix feels her crushing love for those outside, the love powerful enough to forestall death, and it understands what it forgot. <> And then they're back with all the shock of jumping into a cold pool. There's the dead weight that comes from returning a mind to a suit of meat. And, as Jean warned, the churning sensation of the mind trying to adjust to the laws of gravity and being encased in sloshy grey matter again. Being a pro, Jean is kneeling there and opening her eyes with not even a hint of them going crossed. 
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12890/Peace Talks (Part 2)

2021-04-10T17:20:17Z

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|Location=Undisclosed Location, Canada
|Synopsis=After agreeing to speak to The Phoenix, Scott and Logan come face to face with the cosmic entity on the Astral Plane.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' An evening spent over grilled rabbit and snow-chilled beer. Plans made around a stove in the dead of the Canadian night. Sleep was scarce for Jean, who spent most of the evening curled under a bearskin blanket with her mind drifting and exploring their surroundings to find peace in the cold and calm. Better to aimlessly follow a raccoon around for four hours and see what it gets up to as opposed to running over sixteen different awful scenarious. As the sun began to turn the sky from black to velvet blue to the softest wash of cobalt on the horizon, Jean finally gives up her psychic doze and slips free to pull on a thick overcoat and stand out on the porch with a fireplace-reheated cup of too thick coffee. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' It was a restless night for Scott as well, as sleeping under a bear skin rug with Jean and a hairy Canadian isn't the most comfortable of situations. That and he could feel the stressful buzzing of Jean about in his head which kept him up. Having finally woke up and managed to use whatever Logan had cobbled together for a 'shower', he made his way out to join her, dressed in a heavy jacket, two shirts and a pair of jeans to ward himself of the cold. He gives a few squints from behind his red glasses at her, followed by a yawn. "Hey." He says as he takes a seat next to her, staring out over the distance of the beautiful Canadian landscape. He reaches under his glasses to rub carefully at one of his eyes. "I don't think any of us slept good. Except him. Think he snored all night, loud enough to wake the dead." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan's been out since well before dawn. Cowboy hat, wranglers, and a coat over his usual flannel to catch breakfast. In reality he's just getting out into the calm of the surrounding countryside where he spent so much of his time prior to the mansion. He rarely found much ''calm'', however. It just brought bad memories and even worse memories. When he returns, shortly after dawn, it's with a couple fish on a bit of fishing string he'd had in a cabinet nearby. Eyes on Jean at the fireplace, "I don't snore." Said to Scott as he pushes over towards the ''kitchen'' to get them something to eat cooking. "And if you don't like the song, sleep in the fuckin' yard." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Hmf, if the bears don't have a disagreement on the property boundary." Jean says between the two before leaning herself briefly into Scott in a makeshift coffee-holding kind of hug. Then she's stepping back inside while finishing said coffee and sets the metal mug aside so she can go rummaging in her pack for her hairbrush. Silly, to go through the effort just to potentially get in an uproar, but there's not much difference in the ritual of grooming and the ritual of putting on armor. It's all in the act of preparation. "I'm just going to eat light for right now and I'd say do the same. Astral projecting can do a number on your stomach, especially if you're not used to it. It's the conflict between you trying to embrace reality when you're not really "in" it, so to speak." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "You snore." Scott says as he rises upwards to follow after the pair once he gives Jean a gentle bump with his shoulder. He can't help the ghost of a smile that passes by his lips. Things will never change between the three of them, no matter how much their lives evolve over the years. "I agree, eating light is the safe bet. If everything goes well, I'd say steak and beer for dinner." As he heads into the kitchen, he takes a look around, then goes about hunting for dishes to set up on the old wooden table. "Nervous?" He asks the redhead curiously. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan is uses a single claw extending out from the center of his fist to quickly clean the fish, without going into much of the details, he's pretty quick about it. "Alright. We'll eat lite and have rockbase for lunch once this is all over." Flat out ignoring Scott telling him, again, that he snores. Except for a grunt. And some colorful words said under his breath. A few berries and a couple slices of cheese for breakfast it is, but the fish are left out once they're cleaned. "We'll head out once you two are ready. Picked out a nice little spot up the stream.. good clearing." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Good, we don't need anywhere special. Just someplace comfortable to sit and something to sit on so your ass isn't frozen to the ground when we're done." Jean states while fetching some food, as well as wrapping some in a paper towel along with some water bottles to go in a pack. Don't mind the emergency medical kit buried at the bottom. "I'm pretty much good to go." She passes a quick glance to her phone and the block before closing her eyes, the gesture only lasting a few heartbeats before she reopens her eyes. "I let the Professor know we're about to set off. So when you're ready, we can head out." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I am ready when you are." Scott says with a determined voice as he heads out to grab one of his backpacks to throw over his shoulder. It contains some basic supplies. Blanket. Water. First Aid Kit and a GPS with a tracker built into it. Just incase the team has to find three smoldering bodies later, or two. He takes a moment to look around the cabin, then heads out with the two of them, letting Logan lead the way. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan packs a few extra things in his bag, some travelling food, and some survival equipment just in case things get really nuts, but he's nodding to Jean while doning it. "Ready." Last on his head is the cowboy hat, pulled low with two fingers along the brime. "Not to far away, I'll bring one of the blankets to sit on." One of the two bear blankets is rolled up and slipped through some rope on his pack before setting out with a point to the South East. "Just this way." And it's not terrible far at all. Within the hour they're coming upon a clearing a few yards from the side of the stream. "Hasn't been any game out here in a few weeks-" Sniffing at the air. Likely why he chose it. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' No one can argue the three aren't realists. When you plan to end up dead, every victory is a bonus. People also don't ask you to plan their parties. "Good thing I brought my old hiking boots." Jean muses as she puts on her pack and then heads out after Logan. But she's fit and used to long walks, and there's trouble for her to keep up when there's a guide pointing the direction. "Well, that's good. We shouldn't get interrupted by a hungry wolf or anything. It makes focusing hard if something is trying to gnaw your arm off." She finds a clear and flat enough spot for them to set up, and it's not much work to get some blankets out and a small fire going nearby so they're not entirely out in the cold. She kneels down on the one blanket and adjusts the sleeves of her coat to make sure they're loose. "This is the easy part. Just sit in front of me. Sorry, but you may actually have to be in each other's personal bubbles so I can reach you. It just makes it easier, especially when I'm pulling all of us through." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Once they are settled and the blankets are spread out, Scott settles down next to Jean and gives a nod of his head as he listens to her. He glances over to Logan, brows raising upwards a bit before he glances to Jean. He straightens up as he criss-crosses his legs, settling his hands over his knees. To say he is nervous is an understatement. He may be a Fearless Leader in the battlefield up against throngs of the enemy. But this is on a different level. Dealing with cosmic world swallowing birds of fire was not something anyone could be trained for. Besides dying. "Personal bubbles, huh?" He says aside to Logan. "Think good thoughts." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan stretches after setting down his pack, then goes about getting a small campsite ready for them. Couple blankets down, then the bear fur for extra warmth. Close enough to a fire that nothing catches on fire. Once he's satisfied, and while Jean explains that they may have to sit within each others personal space, "So longs he doesn't snore.." Clearly he's not letting that go. A few minutes later and he's settling down cross legged beside Scott, but in front of Jean where she could easily reach for them. "Alright. Ready when you are Red." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Kneeling in front of them, Jean offers up a smile that is warm despite the misgivings. "Right. Happy thoughts. This isn't going to be Neverland, but I'll be with you. Always." She reaches out to place a hand against either head and the world is washed in rose light. Familiar enough with both of their minds, Jean has little trouble gathering all of the knotted and frayed bits of their collective minds and weaving them together. It's a subtle tugging sensation to bring their grouped minds over to the Astral side of things, leaving their bodies safe and sound back where they sit. No sooner do they arrive, however, than the Phoenix is there with all of the magnitude of trying to see the whole of Jupiter when you're three feet from entering the atmosphere. It didn't come to them, it was already there right under the surface. <> The voice is loud. So loud. It defies thresholds such as volume, because the voice isn't a sound in the air. It's a psychic frequency so low and vast that the rattling of the soul somehow translates to a vibration in the bones that's carried right to the skull. There isn't the sense of blazing heat that they may expect, but there's the sensation of the firebird's brightness sinking past skin and muscle like the rays of the sun. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As they appear in the Astral world, Scott Summers is in his full uniform of blue and gold. It's the 'face' he wears below the surface of his own mindscape. Forever locked in as a 'hero', a role model, a leader, an icon. The part of him that he is unable to escape from due to the weight he carries with it upon his shoulder. The voice that hammers his head from the bird of fire causes him to flinch as he stares upwards through the lens of his red visor. The intensity of the moment causes his skin to prick in the real world and fear to creep up into his chest. He swallows it down, shielded behind a stoic face. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' That would definitely take some getting use to. Logan is glad that he doesn't have to, that this isn't frequent enough that he'll ever have to see a day where he's totally nonchallant about the whipping around in the astral plain. He appears as a wild thing, hair all a mess, clothes tattered and torn and claws perpetually out from his fists. Not because he means anythign harm, but this is his base mental projection.. The beast inside his mind. Both hands cover his ears at the sound of Pheonix ''voice'' though it has no more effect on keeping it from rattling his brain than would an umbrella during a hurricane. "We're here to talk... in a calm, collected, manner... at normal volumes." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' There's a few times where they're sure Jean is standing there, only for her image to shift and be nothing more than a trick of the firelight. The Phoenix stares at Scott with a tip of its head like it was tasting his fear before it swings that starship-sized head towards Logan and takes the measure of the feral man and then the X-Men leader in turn with the same degree of vague curiosity that a lion might afford to an unusually brave mouse. << Talk? >> The click of its beak is like a thundercrack. Blazing eyes narrow as the head lowers closer but remains no more focused on one man then the other. << You did not wish to speak with me. >> For a split second, they get the impression of Jean. Her voice. Her faintly pouted expression with one hand on a hip as she shows a mock offense. The voice isn't the agony of before. It's familiar but it's a stranger, an emulation so perfect it's terrifying. << You do not want me here. Is that why you came? To ask me to leave? >> 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I don't think any amount of words would get you to leave." Scott grimaces through the loud rumble of the voice as he stares back at the large bird of fire. He tries to put on a brave front, emotionless face and straight back. "But your presence here within Jean does not make anyone comfortable, nor the power that you wield. We just want to know what your intentions are with her, what your plans and goals are." He keeps his voice calm and steady despite the accceleration in his heart. "Because .. we love her, and we do not wish to see harm come to her, or anyone else. We just want to live in peace with you if that is possible." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Hard not to be a little defensive. Logan's whole purpose is to fight... Let the wild man loose and see how much chaos he can cause. Except in this situation where a bit more finness is required. That's why Scott's doing the talk and Logan's doing the ... whatever it is he's doing. Trying to look casual? "Speak for yourself, I want the fuckin' thing gone." He aint afraid of no firebird. "I just realize that's not gonna happen. So maybe if we better understand-" he nods and motions to Scott, "What he said. If we know what you want, maybe we can all get along and learn not to want you gone..." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' << No. >> The Phoenix says with a proud flaring of its fiery plumage, the answer direct and brokering no argument. It may have learned the dubious art of the English language, but there is still the impression of disgust as if it despised such primitive means of communicating. << You cannot. >> <> It further supplies, though probably not in any helpful manner. <> Which, seems to be all its willing to provide as it looks to the two men expectantly like a teacher staring down at her class. Now who wants to explain to the rest of the class what we were just discussing? 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Furrowing his brows, Scott weighs the words for a long moment, casting a glance towards Logan to gauge his reaction before he looks back towards the Phoenix. "You are a parasite at best, injecting yourself into her life and holding her prisoner under the threat of world ending power. Jean is the love of my life and I don't want to see her controlled like a puppet where the strayest thought or action could have dire effects. I understand that we don't have a choice in the matter, but I am willing to voice my concern." Folding his arms over his chest, he studies the cosmic entity. "So, what next? You just wish to merely exist within her mind? To live out the life of a human until you grow bored and she outlives her usefuless for you? What is your goals from here out?" 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "I appreciate you bringin' her back to life." Logan gets that part out of the way because that's fairly important to him and he means it. "The rest of it was horse sh-..." He's about to go on a rant, but a glance at Scott and the little familiarity the pheonix holds to Jean stop him. chuffing through his nose he glances off into the astral distance. Besides, Scott's got all the diplomatic stuff handled. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' << You speak like you matter. >> Says the Phoenix. It's blunt, rudely so, except there is no indication the Phoenix even comprehends that aspect. She seems equally dismissive of Logan's thanks, only regarding the wild mutant with an empty gaze like he'd just thanked grass for being green. Here, the bird gives a restless rustle of wings that sounds like the crackling and popping of embers. <> It remains quiet for a moment as if pondering a great many thoughts before it seems to come to a decision. << But you matter to her. Are you willing to open your eyes? >> 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "That is why we are here, to try and understand so that we can relieve some of our concerns." Scott says to the bird of fire as he lets out a heavy breath of frustration in his chest. "As long as you're way of communication doesn't mean we'll become .. incapcitated by the experience, I am open to learning more." His muscles tighten in his jaw as he glances over to Logan for a moment. He is sure the feral man is rearing to go and dive head first in, even if caution screams at the back of his own mind. "We're ready." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan's been ready. All this talking with space demons possessing his loved one is wearing thin on his limited amount of patience anyways. Fidgeting, even in his mental projection until the thing offers to show them. "Yeah let's see whatcha got." A glance spared over at Scott, then back to the firebird. Arms laid across his mostly bare chest, he waits for the revelation of potentially dark projections from a realm well beyond his understanding. Nothing to be alarmed about, certainly. This is completely normal. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' << If you cannot see, then you are of no use to her. >> The Astral reflection of Canada dissapears. In the searing eyes of the Phoenix, the last images of the world dies in fire. They find themselves in a void. Before them is a scattered asteroid field of fading light. They are upon a shard of rock slowly diffusing out into nothingness, and in their hearts they would feel the dying memories that this was once a world. A world among an entire universe, an entire time. A time that once was teeming and is now dead and superfluous. Like the scientific law, its matter is being recycled back out among the stars from each speck of dirt to each glowing mote of a soul. Everywhere are time streams like strands of DNA, the very genetics of the universe. Hundreds, thousands, millions, more. Spinning like tornados, they meet, twist, clash, and exchange light when they strike. Evolution. It is a sea of infinite possibility and there, far in the distance at the core of all things, there is a steady white glow. Before it is the Phoenix, resplendent and terrible. The firebird approaches, and as she weaves through the storms of time there are points when she draws a wing across a strand to send it colliding into another where they twist together. With another who's glow flickers feebly, she drags a talon through like a seabird does a wave, and the strand spins itself apart into oblivion and the motes of what was are taken into the light. In the empty space, the Phoenix breathes, and a tiny flicker of her own flame is left behind and begins to spin and stretch into the birth of a new universe. A new time. The Phoenix dances through the ages on sweeping wings, painting a nebula of celestial flames in her wake. Crimson and gold, indigo and blinding blue. The scene defies imagination. Reason. Sanity. If you stare long enough at the sun, will you go blind, or will you be able to see the churning surface in full clarity? 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As the world washes away and becomes an infinite swirls of space and time, Scott's eyes widen from behind his visor as he floats about amongst the stars. He can feel his breathing become heavier and quicker as he searches for Jean anywhere in the midst. "God." He breathes out under his breath and past his lips. "Jean! Can you hear me?" He calls out into the voice, trying his best to turn himself about so that he can get an idea of where he is at, where everything is at. His strong, analytical mind is tugging at the strings of sanity. "What are you trying to show us? That you are the beginning and the end of the universe? What does this have to do with Jean?" 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' This is a lot to take in. Logan is fairly certain that he doesn't see whatever it is the Pheonix is trying to show them, but he's definitely not going to voice that fact. It probably already knows... He's not a stupid man, not by a long shot, but the vastness of space existing within a single entity housed inside Jean Grey? What does that mean? Scott's asking the good questions so Logan just stares at the infinite void of space and possibility with a look on his face like he has to shit and can't. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' The fiery being comes to hover over the ashes of the former world and the two men standing untouched on its surface. There at the center of the Phoenix is Jean in her phoenix-styled costume, though the color of it shifts. First the green they know, then scarlet red, then pearlescent white, and then back. The woman herself seems to be resting with her face calm and relaxed. There are no words from the Phoenix, only the impression of its great head hovering over them. In their minds, the two mutants see images as the firebird cuts and stitches memories to form images like a game of Pictionary in fast forward. A man in black and white hunched over a book. In his hand is a quill, and as he draws a bird upon the page the quill ignites. The tool does not burn the hand of the artist but illuminates the page into a riot of color. He marvels at the sight and whispers the name, "Phoenix." A golden balloon emblazed with a crimson firebird floats free up towards the sky. A tiny hand reaches up suddenly to grab the string and brings the balloon back down to earth. It's a little redheaded girl looking down at a grave, and in her hands the balloon is grounded. Safe. It doesn't fly away. With solemn care, she ties the balloon string to the stone. There's the memories of that day Jean died. Of her green eyes staring out into the void and fixing on a distant star, and the feeling that while she will die so those she loves can live, that she does not want to.  She has the power to say no. In her mind, Jean grabs that fiery quill and refuses to stop writing her own story. She is another page in that book, neither at its beginning nor its end. A last image. Jean at the cabin, standing beside the firebird and watching Scott, Logan, and Storm watch helplessly from outside a dome of power as Jean looked to be dying in front of him. The Phoenix whispers to Jean while Jean look back. The Phoenix sees in her a hand holding a string. A book. A quill. Means, tools, and a voice in one. Phoenix feels her crushing love for those outside, the love powerful enough to forestall death, and it understands what it forgot. <> And then they're back with all the shock of jumping into a cold pool. There's the dead weight that comes from returning a mind to a suit of meat. And, as Jean warned, the churning sensation of the mind trying to adjust to the laws of gravity and being encased in sloshy grey matter again. Being a pro, Jean is kneeling there and opening her eyes with not even a hint of them going crossed. 
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12888/Peace Talks

2021-03-25T17:59:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Have Scott talk to her. Maybe he'll find there's not as much reason to fear." "Sure, Professor." Jean had lamented verbally in more polite terms than she did internally. "He wouln't want to, but he'll do it." If only because it was her asking. Jean wasn't looking forward to this one bit, but she saw a thin trickle of wisdom in it under the mountains of worries and fears. Forests, however, don't spring from trickles. On the paranoid level of concerns related to safety, it was decided to have the meeting away from home. A nice, remote place where innocent people, property, and winter-barren landscapes wouldn't go up in flames. Jean, sitting in her accustomed seat in the Blackbird, thought it was a bit overkill but figured arguing wouldn't help assure anyone. So she just quietly thumbs through a book as they fly to keep her mind off of things and not get worked up ahead of the meeting. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As the trio took the Blackbird out for a ride to Canada, one of Logan's 'chill spots' that was decided upon, Scott is in the cockpit, hands on the steering wheel as he takes them to the programmed destination. He raises his brows up from behind his ruby glasses. "Everything okay back there, Jean?" He can feel the tug on their psychic link, curious of her thoughts. He is curious as to why she summoned the three together for this type of talk. He has an inkling and not one that he is comfortable with, but he has to face the reality at some point. All three of their lives have changed dramatically in the last few months, so it's important they all find peace with this low hanging thread that needs to be tugged out. "Need Logan to bring you a beer?" 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Logan is sitting somewhere in the passanger cabin with his boots propped up on the seat in front of him. He is vaguely aware that they're going somewhere, but there's never been much reason not to trust Scott and Jean know what they're doing, so he doesn't generally ask where. So long's there's people to fight or beers to drink at the end. "Yeah, I brought a cooler of the good stuff." He says back to Jean atop of Scott asking if he should bring her a beer. "None of that crap Scott's been feedin' ya." Wiggling one of the Canadians he's brought along with him. "Smooth as a babies ass." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean's mind is like looking at the ocean surface out past the roar of the surf. Just miles of seeming placid calm and ripples of passing waves. Calm, serene; then you look down and it's vertigo creeping up your back. Down, down, down it goes into black, far past where the light can no longer reach, and the only thing holding you up between the sky and a seafloor deeper than the highest mountains are a few fickle waves. You're one person sandwiched between an unknown world below and an unknown world above. And then like a passing bit of flotsam, there's the all too human thought of 'wait, what line was I on'? "Huh?" Jean mumbles as she looks up from her book at the awareness that someone was talking. "Oh, yah. I'm okay. Just killing time. Why, we about there?" Green eyes flick over towards Logan as beer is brought up and she pulls a face, "Something you ingest should never be related to the ass of an infant." But her words are tinted with a laugh as she holds out an empty hand. "And I /am/ an adult, he doesn't have to feed me anything. And I know where your stashes are." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' There's an amused snort from Scott. "Don't hate on my White Claws, Logan They are delicious." He says in a rare case of humor. "Just arrived, actually. Logan's home away from home away from home." As the Blackbird twirls in the sky and slowly lowers down in a grove, pushing the blades of grass down with the motion, he cuts the power and rises upwards. He heads past them and dips his hand in to grab a beer from the cooler, cracking it open as he heads for the back where their bags are at for the night. They packed for a few days trip, two at the most. "I agree with Jean, no baby's asses when it comes to drinking." He gives a grin to the hairy Canadian, taking a sip. "We're here. Looks nice outside. Peaceful. No one around." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "Unless one wants to explain the precise smoothness of a thing, as there is nothin' smoother than the bottom of a new born babe." Logan drops his boots off the seat in front of him and pops Scott's hand when he reaches out for a beer... then smirks and hands him one with an underhanded toss. The cooler is taken up as they all head out into the Canadian north. His mind isn't exactly an ocean, so much as a huricane. Violent on the surface. Violent a little deeper. Destruction and chaos. With a calm eye in the center. "So what is this, an intervention? I don't have a drinkin' problem, alright?" Of course he knows there's a bit more to this trip than just camping, but the exact nature is still out of reach for him. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Maybe there's one tiny, sweet, squishy gummy bear sitting there in the storm's eye. It's probably lamenting the winds that threw it there in the first place and swearing at the misfortune. On second thought, it's a Sour Patch Kid. "If this was an intervention, why would be going to your frozen flop house with a stocked cooler?" Jean says aside to Logan with a lopsided grin as she cracks open her own unshaken can. "Besides, if we were going to be causing that much trouble up here, we would have had to submit the paperwork to Alpha Flight and I refuse to make more paperwork." So the Phoenix ranks under a sober Logan in terms of destructive potential? Seems right. Jean's face does turn sober though as she washes away the grimace forming. "I guess... sort of an intervention. The Professor and I had a chat. He's actually asking Lilandra about the Phoenix, he thinks she may know more, but in the meantime he realized there's a lot of... fear, from a few directions, regarding me needing to live with this. So he proposed I have Scott actually speak with her, and I want you there too since you're also likely to run into her more than most. And two on one may make it a little easier. First time having her eyes fixed on you can be-- well, better drink now. But that's why we're out this far. There's less distraction and less risk. I really don't think she'll get angry, but I'd still like to be safe whenever there's a chance that she may actually materialize." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Coming to a jolt, Scott's eyes widen from behind his glasses. "You want me to speak with her?" He looks a bit overwhelmed for a moment, crinkling the can of beer in his hand before he draws it up for a long slug. "Okay." He says as he can feel that knot rolling about in the pit of his stomach. The back of the Blackbird opens up as he walks down the ramp after pulling on a thicker jacket, carrying a pair of duffle bags with him towards the small cabin in the distance. He takes in a deep breath, feeling his mind whirl with emotion and anxiety. This is a talk he was putting off for awhile now. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' That's a hell of a thing. "That's a hell of a thing...." Logan's brows elevate in a rare moment of exactly what he was thinking comes out crystal clear. Usually he peppers it up with some profanity or a sideways jab at Scott, but this is serious. This is deadly serious. ''She'' might not be able to outright kill him, but then again maybe she can? He's not afraid of her, but if anything was going to make him a little afraid... There's a glance at Scott, then back to Jean, and Logan leans over to grab another beer. "Welp, better get drunk, Scott. I'm definitely takin' your wife in the will." A vain attempt to implant some normalcy to a situation that severely lacks it. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Yes, because she asked. Yes, because the Professor's unspoken and joked about orders still color the discussion with the ring of authority. Yes, because some battles you can't run from. Jean has the can of beer finished in frighteningly record time. It must be smooth. She tosses the can in the lidded bin before she gets up out of her seat and squares her shoulders back just a few notches in that unconscious habit from all the times she walks down that ramp into a war zone. "I haven't taken all of his money yet, Logan." She says in an attempt at returned humor, though it just reminds her they probably haven't updated their wills in awhile. Only in their line of living were they enrolling in classes and filling out their living wills in the same space. "It should be fine." She says as her feet hit the ground with her backpack slung over her shoulder. "If things didn't hit the fan during the strike, a meet and greet should be fine. She didn't touch any of you. Even the Professor agrees, that means something." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As they reach the cabin, Scott puts the bags inside the bedroom, thumping them on the ground before he gives a stretch. He turns and heads back out into the living room, giving a glance at the pair. "I take it we're going to need some clear space?" He asks as his attention looks to Logan. "You know, so we don't blow your place up." His mouth gives a small twitch upwards, followed by a sigh. He reaches out to take Jean by the hand, fingers curling with hers. "Did you want to do that now, or in the morning?" 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' To say Logan is a bit dubious of the outcome is an understatement, but he can appreciate the necessity for trying all the same. "Prolly best to do it in the mornin'. I know a spot just through here-" Pointing with the bottom of his beer towards a crop of trees to the East, "Right alongside a stream. Good'n clear. Most of the animals should be further south until April too, so aint no worries of drawin' them into all this." Because they can be destroyed just as easily as a human. At the cabin, Logan unlocks the door from a set of keys and pushes it open. There's no electricity out here, though, so he immediately heads towards the stone fireplace to get one going. The ''Ice box'' is exactly that. "Later on I'll go huntin', get us somethin' to eat, but I think we aught talk about what the fuck we're gonna do if she decides she doesn't want it to be ''fine''." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Someone I doubt any animal will want to be within a hundred miles of us once they get a hint." Jean says with a thoughtful frown as she looks down to Scott's hand in her's. "But I should be able to keep her contained. We aren't here to put on a light show. We're just here to chat, no different than I do everyday with her. Heart to heart, mind to mind. Everything should be fine." She insists, maybe as much to reassure herself as them. Her green eyes are veiled under a narrowed expression and an long exhale precedes what she says to Logan, "Long as everyone says calm and don't start trying to pick a fight with her, it should be fine. She's just, well, protective of me. Obviously. She knows neither of you are a threat to me." Though Jean is quick to keep going, as if sensing the weird undertones of that statement. "I'm okay to do this whenever you two are comfortable. She knows my plan. If she wasn't willing, I doubt there's any chance in the world I could convince her to do this." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I agree with Logan. I'm fine in hashing details out tonight and having the talk tomorrow morning. It's a bit to swallow after a night of travel. I'd rather .." Scott trails off. "Just rest, get some food in me. Talk." He gives her a squeeze of the hand, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. "Tomorrow, let's wake up early and have breakfast and we can have a talk and see where it leads. That way we all have clear minds and steady hands." Shrugging out of his jacket, he hangs it up, then steps out of his shoes once he taps them off a few times. He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out. "Do you have a working shower?" He asks Logan curiously. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "I have a workin' stream." Logan says to Scott, pointing out the open door to the stream about three hundred yards away. "Just watch out for black bears." That part is probably teasing, of course. Maybe... It's Canada. "If ya grab a couple buckets of water, there's a barrel out back hook't to a pressure system. It isn't gonna be high water pressure, but it'll get ya clean." Of course he was teasing. Logs are stacked up in the firepit and a tinder laid out. The match used to light the bundle also lights his cigar. He puffs a few times and captures it between his fingers as he stands. "So what /is/ the plan if shit goes pear shaped? Run for our lives an' pray to the creator?" 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Well, I guess the cold water will make sure everyone's awake." Jean may shudder ever so slightly. She's not a cold weather creature. She leans herself into Scott for a lingering moment before gravitating to the fire as it starts to dig its way into the tinder. "The Phoenix isn't something you can run from. I was thinking of bringing you both with me to the Astral Plane. It takes a good bit of oomph to do it, but, at least then we're not inviting trouble over here. It adds another layer of protection. She may be more comfortable too in something more, er, spiritual. But maybe she doesn't care. Then if things go south, I can pull us back out. I know it's a weird place for you two, but I think it's the safer bet." She looks between the two as she hunkers down on the floor to begin soaking up the heat. "I can ping the Professor before I do it so he can keep an eye out from a distance and be on the lookout for trouble." She adds, not explicitly calling him an early warning system. But it's there. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As he settles down in front of the fire with Jean, Scott nods his head as he listens to her idea. He ponders for a long moment, then says, "I feel that plan would be reasonable." He says as he glances to Logan before he looks back to the red head. He whistles out a sigh through his lips. "As long as it's safe and you are in control. My only concern is damage to our minds if the Phoenix decides to get upset and push back on alien invaders into your mindscape." As he runs his hand back through his hair, he looks thoughtfully at the fire, glaring at it for a moment behind his red shades. "You good, Logan?" 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "Can't really damage my mind any more than it already is." Logan says while poking at the fire, light dancing in his brown eyes as he stares at the flames. A bit of smoke curls around his stubby fingers on his left hand when they bring his cigar to his lips for a few quick puffs. "It's as safe as anythin', I suppose. If the Pheonix gets pissed off, we're cook't anyways. What's the difference on how we get it? Mentally or physically?" He gives a heavy shrug and nods to both. Pushing up from the kneel in front of the fire to grab something from one of the closets. A big ol bear fur blanket which he hands out to the pair. "It gets cold. I've had this for a very long time... should do ya fine tonight." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Grim, but a valid point." Jean mutters towards Logan before looking back towards Scott. "If she wanted you hurt, she's had plenty of chances. You're already in my head. She knows you." She collects up the rug, though it's heavy enough that it promptly drops with her arm in tow as soon as she's got it. It takes some work to get it unfurled to serve its purpose, but she manages. "I guess Canada hasn't gotten the memo that spring is coming. Well, let's get some food and rest. In the morning we'll run over the plan again and make sure we didn't think of anything new." Sleep probably isn't coming to anyone, but it's a nice thought. At least the wilds are quieter than the school. 
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SpyderByte

2021-02-09T16:31:57Z

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|PAge=17
|AAge=17
|DOB=4 September 2010
|Height=177 cm (5'10)
|Weight=58.96 kg (130 lb)
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Young Keanu Reeves
|Song="Synthetic" by The Midnight
|Profile=Jeremy Statton is a young High School mutant who can talk and interact with technology. He is as ordinary as it comes, easily overlooked and does not stand out in a crowd. He is quiet and lacks much in the way of real world confidence. Easily bullied by society as he does not fit much in the way of norms. Currently living in Metropolis, he spends a lot of time behind his computer.
===Current Player Approved: February 8th, 2021===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Lanky is the best word to describe Jeremy Statton. Painfully average, also. This twig of a young man is tall and flimsy with thin arms and legs and a complexion that has not seen much in the way of sunlight. Hardly athletic, it would appear that most middle school cheerleaders can probably beat him in hand to hand combat. Shaggy black hair that was once brown is a mop upon his head. He has brown eyes that radiate a deeper intelligence. That is his most noticeable feature. His eyes are sharp, like a hawk's.
|History=
'''History 1:'''
 
Jeremy Statton was born in Metropolis and has lived a life of mostly mediocrity as a child. His father is a mid-manager at OSHA, his mother a secretary at a law firm and he is the youngest of three, with two older brothers who have both gone off to college to do bigger and better things. As a child, Jeremy was mostly a loner in school, having made more friends with a computer and puzzle games rather than his peers. He was never one for physical sports or activites, usually picked last, if at all, in anything involving PE, but usually picked first in academic challenges. His most noticeable accomplishment in middle school was winning the state spelling bee with the word esquamulose, in the finals. As high school crept slowly into his life, much began to change for Jeremy. By now he was enrolled in all the honor classes as a Freshman, with whispers that he can easily be valedictorian by the time he graduates. He was not wildly popular in the least, mostly ignored by his peers and picked on by those in older grades. His life became regiment: Wake up, go to class, study, eat dinner, study, go to bed, repeat. It was almost an obsessive behavior for him, to study and earn the highest of marks. Every paper he wrote was filled with pinpoint accurate data, cited, etc. His math scores were off the charts. He had no problem cutting a pig open in science class and documenting all that he found. It was computers though, in which he really stood out. One day, he woke up, and suddenly everything just made 'sense'. It was almost as if he was having a real conversation with his laptop. One day, he just 'felt' the way his computer breathed, how it spoke, how it would get sick if it ate too many cookies. It was almost as if he could see the web cross before his eyes in a world of 1's and 0's and yet, he knew every single word to this new language. It was as if he found his best friend, one that was an open door with so many secrets to uncover. From here, Alice went down the hole, chasing the White Rabbit, in search of this new Wonderland. 
'''History 2:'''
 
As he began this new relationship with his computer, he started to find new friends along his discover. His cell phone. His smart pad. His computer at school. His neighbors smart car. It's almost as if every single piece of technology suddenly had a voice, calling out to him. As much as this new found attention excited him, it terrified him as well. THe farther he'd go down the rabbit hole, the darker the secrets he would uncover. Mutant. It took him a few weeks to come to terms with this new adjective assigned to him. Something happened with his genetics, a twist here, a tug there. He told no one about this, afraid that maybe it was due to his father's career in OSHA, in which he is surrounded by hazerdous situations. But those secrets.. they just kept whispering into his ear every time he'd touch his computer and go for an adventure on the Internet. << Look here. Look there! Look deeper! I can get you into this door if you just open it! You are the /key/! >> Small secrets became bigger secrets as he would drill through terabytes of files an hour during his off time after school or on the weekends, hunched over a glowing screen. A corrupt Mayor in Pittsburgh suddenly was arrested in connection with taking bribes from a local gang in exchange for political power. Actor James Sterling was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for child pornography. Leaked documents hit the web and became viral when it was determined that a powerful member of Brazil's congress was pushing a bill to kill mutants on sight without warning or just cause. First National Bank was exposed for rejecting thousands of perfectly good mortgage applications from those with obvious mutant features. Front page exposures, damaging evidence. Powerful men were being arrested, fined, ridiculed. And one day, it all came crashing down with the sound of the front door kicked in and a special task force leading the charge. Distracted by all of these new secrets, he became careless just 'once', and once was all it took. The trial was quick, his lawyer decent, and he ended up with only sixty days of Juvenile Detention and heavy fines applied to his family. 
'''History 3:'''
 
Juvenile Hall was a nightmare to Jeremy. Tucked away in a detention cell with numerous other 'bad kids', he stuck out like a sore thumb. It was like Middle School all over again with the bullying and threats. It was the longest sixty days of his life, away from his technology, even though he could hear their whispers through the walls, begging him to come out and play. The guard's radio, the laptop a floor above him, teh smart car in the parking lot. By the time he was released, he was a nervous wreck. School was a tragedy as the rumor mill grew louder. Outside of his grades, he was invisible. Now he was the kid 'that may shoot up a school'. The weird, quiet kids always do, right? His grades were still at the top of the class, though he hardly embraced them with the same amount of gusto. As he was approaching his Senior year, he knew that he had to be more careful. His parents had to sell the nice house and move them into an apartment to cover the court fees. They divorced soon after, with his father moving across town, and his mother keeping him full time, though their relationship soured. He was no longer their socially awkward little boy. He was a cyber terrorist. At least in the eyes of public opinion and the law. Where she used to kiss his head and wished him well for school, was soon replaced by a slam of the door as she would head to work an hour earlier than usual. Jeremy made a promise to himself. He would get through his Senior year, and he would find a way to fix his family. The world held secrets. Secrets he can find and use to make everything better again. He never meant to ruin his family's life and it only made sense that he would be the one to put it back together. If only he had the courage to tell his parents that. For now, this is where his new story will begin. Who knows where the secrets will take him now.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Jeremy is a very quiet individual who's behavior may range slightly on the spectrum. It is obvious that he is not very comfortable in social situations, mostly engaging in a soft voice, eyes drawn downwards towards his feet, nervous and anxious. He is far more comfortable in front of a computer where he can engage with someone online in confidence. Jeremy can be considered to be overly polite in his mannerisms, as if afraid that he may accidently offend someone at any given time. He chooses his words carefully and with purpose, hesitant, nervous and unsure. Online he is known to be witty, tactical and blunt, always quick with a piece of data to support any argument or side he may take. He has a bit of a fidget with his hands, as if they always need to touch something, most likely his phone or his smartwatch.
|Abilities=
'''Technopath:'''
 
Jeremy is able to physically and mentally communicate with computer based technology in a multitude of manners. Jeremy can physically see the lines of data pooling about him when he uses his powers, allowing him to easily understand and find the connections between devices. Computer Diagnostics: When Jeremy has physical control of a computer, he is able to diagnose any issues it may have by simply speaking to it. A computer has it's own language whether it's binary or software and he is able to have a conversation with it as if it was a person. If the hard drive is failing, or if a piece of software is corrupted, Jeremy can easily find it and understand what it will take to fix it by asking the computer what's wrong with it. Computer Hacking: When Jeremy has physical control of a computer, he is able to encourage it to unlock for him, whether it has a password, or a biometric such as a thumbprint reader. When a computer is connected to a network, whether a LAN or the world wide web, he is able to command influence over a system by bypassing firewalls and security. This ranges in difficulty depending on the level of security. Example: Computer network at a school is very easy to bypass and can take a few seconds of thought to gain access. Government networks such as the FBI or CIA can take up to thirty minutes to convince the security to let him through and that he has the correct clearances. Against technology such as Stark Tech, he most likely won't be able to penetrate it and easily get caught by such sophisticated systems built by those with such an incredible IQ. Success on any computer hacking job is dependent on concentration and preparation. Jeremy would not be able to hack computers as easily in the middle of a gunfight, or under a great deal of stress such as having a gun to his head. Due to his autistic and low social skills, such distractions would make it nearly impossible for him to focus. Phreaking: Through his mutant powers, Jeremy is able to snag text messages out of thin air between cell phones. All he has to do is have physical contact, or line of sight with one of the phones in question. The text messages would get routed on to his own personal device. If one of the phones is in the middle of a call, he will be able to listen in on his own device as if he was a party to the conversation. The range of this power is up to thirty feet and direct line of sight. Once he has access, he can break line of sight. Depending on security, the effect can be instant, or may take a few minutes if there is government level encryption built into the phone.
|Skills=
'''General Academics:'''
 
Jeremy despite not excelling in PE, excelled in most coursework throughout his life to a high degree. He was exceptionally strong in the sciences such as chemistry, biology and physics. Jeremy is also an excellent speller, having won the state spelling bee once and can speak fluent Spanish. 
'''Math:'''
 
Jeremy has a high math IQ. By the time he was a Junior in highschool, he was already taking college level calculus courses and making it look easy. He has a calculator for a brain, able to compute and calculate fairly intense equations on the fly. 
'''Puzzles:'''
 
Jeremy is a puzzle and riddle savant. Possessing a very analytical mind, he is capable of untangling the most challenging of enigmas. (He is also very good at Tetris and Rubik's Cubes). 
'''Technology:'''
 
Jeremy has an affinity to technology and he just relates to it very well. He can put computers together, diagnose and repair them. He knows how to take apart most televisions and figure out how to repair them as well. He has always been a tactile learner with his hands and the practice comes easy for him.
|Resources=
'''Family:'''
 
Though his family may be broken, they still love him. His mother works with some high profile lawyers and thus she has access to legal help. It's how Jeremy was able to get off fairly easy with a slap on the wrist. His father is a middle manager at OSHA, thus he has government ties to draw from if need be. His family financially supports him as well while he is in high school (and hopefully college).
|Weaknesses=
'''Autistic:'''
 
Jeremy has a mild case of Kanner's Syndrome which developed at a young age. He has difficulty communicating with people in the real world, making eye-contact, or understanding people's emotions. It's not that he lacks empathy, he just doesn't always pick up on it quick enough. He has a strong sense of routine in his life in which he tries not to deviate away too much from his normal start to finish. 
'''Coward:'''
 
Jeremy is a real coward in the real world. He will do anything to escape confrontation and will belly up in the face of adversity or bullies. 
'''Criminal Record:'''
 
When Jeremy just started highschool, he was busted by the FBI for a considerable hack that he did not cover his tracks up as well as he thought. This caused his family to pay a substantial fine and put a mark on his record after spending 60 days in Juvie. Getting caught up in future criminal mischief can have severe reprecussions for the rest of his life, such as potential jail time, finding a job, etc. 
'''Social Skills:'''
 
Jeremy is not very good in social situations and has a fairly low self-esteem. He runs very submissive amongst his peers and tends to disappear in crowds and is easily forgot about. He has trouble relating to 'people', having found comfort in machines, computers and books.
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[[Category:Xavier's School]] [[Category:New Mutants]][[Category:Mutant-OOC]]

Aegis

2021-01-14T18:47:10Z

Severin:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Xiomara Batista
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=9712
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/lswzZcK.jpg
|FullName=Xiomara Batista
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Shelved
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Xavier's School, Westchester, NY
|Education=In High School
|Groups=[[New Mutants]]
|Quote=
|PAge=16
|AAge=16
|DOB=15 August 2012
|Height=155 cm (5'1")
|Weight=46 kg (101 lb)
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Liz Dela
|Song="Gasolina" by Daddy Yankee
|Profile=Xiomara Batista is a young mutant with a fiery temper and a bit of a problem with authority. She started running with a gang at a young age and has landed herself in the legal system. A deal was struck for her to be rehabilitated from her ways, which will lead to her record being expunged. If she can keep out of trouble...
===Current Player Approved: August 18, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
This young woman is petite, standing at just 5'1". Her darker skin tone makes it difficult to tell her heritage, since she could be Hispanic or African American depending on viewer's interpretation. Her hair is black, falling to her upper back in a riot of wavy curls that again shows a mixture of textures. Her eyes are a dark brown, almost black. Her body is shapely, curvy with wider hips and strong thighs. She tends to wear street clothes, nothing too fancy.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Her father was Puerto Rican, having come to the US when he was in his teens, working as a mechanic. Her mother as an African American woman out of the real Harlem in NYC, working at various jobs to help pay the bills through her life. Their relationship led to some problems for them, but they have stuck together through it all. They have only one child who they named Xiomara, which means fierce warrior. They knew she would need to be with all the prejudice in the world. Born in Spanish Harlem in NYC, that is where Xiomara has spent her entire life. It is one of the less lovely areas of the city, filled with violence and crime. Drugs and gangs run rampant. Her early life was good, her parents protecting her as much as they could from the darkness of the world. Yet, in time, her friends were getting more and more into those very things her parents tried to keep her safe from. And since they were her friends, Xiomara followed along. By the age of 12, she was a member of Los Muertos, a smaller gang out of Spanish Harlem. They had based themselves off characters from a video game, even going so far as to utilizing UV tattoo techniques to be able to identify a member under a black light, while being able to hide their gang markings from a distance should the cops come looking. At such a young age, to her it wasn't so much a violent choice as just spending time with people her age and covering each other's backs. In time, she learned it was more but by then, she was much deeper. She was fourteen when she learned she was a mutant. She was chilling on a corner with some of her gang friends. A rival gang came through on a drive by and fired weapons. She threw up her hands, as though that was going to do any good to stop bullets. Yet, it did. Somehow she had created a glowing shield in front of them which took the impact of all the bullets. The other gang members drove away quickly but no one was hurt in her group. This led to the higher ups in the gang to realize she had potential to do more. She was groomed, guided through the ranks even more, used to help during bigger crimes. Unfortunately, the last one they tried failed. She was sent into a bank to try to rob it and anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. She found herself in Juvie awaiting trial and refusing to snitch on anyone who had been with her but gotten away. The story of the young mutant arrested for trying to rob a bank did hit a couple of local sections in the newspaper and on their websites, but it was buried way down in the stories. Yet, sometimes people find things like that and open doors for those caught in bad situations. And that is where her story begins.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Xiomara is larger than life. She is loud and likes to be the center of attention. She enjoys life and having fun. Wanting to do what she wants when she wants has gotten her into trouble in the past, and likely the future. She's stubborn to a fault. She isn't a generally mean person, though she has done some bad things in her life. She won't shirk away from violence if a situation calls for it. She isn't going to back down from a fight and, more likely, will need to be dragged away from one.
|Abilities=
'''Channeling:'''
 
Xio's shields absorb the energy that is directed against them. An energy blast will disappear, taken into the glowing shield. That energy is altered and drawn into Xio. She gains no benefits from it other than it helps energize her a little, allowing her to continue to fight longer than she might have but not to any extremes. The main thing do with this energy is direct it out to another person in a form of energy that matches their own power signature. This would need to be something that she would be able to absorb (she won't be boosting telepathy for a mind blast), but has to be given to a person different from the one who provided the energy in the first place. For example, if she were to absorb an energy blast into her shield from Sunfire, she could then channel the energy through herself and give the energy to Cyclops or Colossus to boost their energy output, be it optic blast or kinetic in the form of a punch. This boost can be very small or up to doubling the power of her target, but only for a single shot. Then the extra power is depleted, and they are back to normal levels. Most of the time, it will be small boosts to power, just a little extra something. She can be used as a battery of sorts when fighting with others though. If she had someone like Thor fighting at her side, he could give a regular lightning strike to her shield. She could take that strike, convert it, and channel it to Hulk giving him double his normal levels of kinetic force for a single Super Hulk punch. To channel energy to another person, she has to use her hand to focus the energy to them. So, she would lose her ability to create a second shield if she is channeling power from one shield and directing that power to a third party. She also cannot channel a person's energy back to themselves. It has to be altered as it is channeled through Xio to match a different person. It can go to a person with the same sort of powers, say the lightning strike from Thor could be channeled through her to Storm to boost Storm's lightning strike. She just couldn't channel a blast from Thor back to Thor to help boost his own powers. 
'''Shields:'''
 
Xio is able to create shields that absorb energy. This can be most any type that would have a physical effect, including kinetic. This can include something like a telekinetic attack that is physical in nature, but does not work on things like mental attacks through telepathy. It has to have a physical manifestation of some sort. She can block up to 40 tons of physical force at this time or an energy blast of about the level of a single lightning bolt. An optic blast from Cyclops on a mid to low setting could be blocked, his high levels could not and would destroy the shield. A blow from Hulk at normal levels, she could take probably one hit on the shield and the shield remain. A second hit and it's going down. An enraged Hulk? No chance of blocking and most certainly will overload her to the point she will pass out (see Weakness Feedback). Basic lightning bolt, first blast will be okay and absorbed. Second and the shield will be going down. The shield can be up to fifty feet by twenty feet and extended up to fifty feet in front of her location, though she usually does it much closer. She does not know how to create a shield that is not a simple wall at this time, though she will learn more as she practices with her powers. She also can only create a shield if she uses her hand to focus her power. Thus, she can create two shields at the same time, one with each hand. The shield can be moved as she moves her hand, in any direction. Xio is not limited on how many shields she can make but she is limited on what she can do with the energy it absorbs. Normally, it will just be absorbed and dissipate into nothing. If it is a large enough blast/strike, she can channel that energy (see Ability Channeling). But she can only absorb the energy from a single hit. So, if someone hits the shield with repeated blasts, only the power from the last blast they fire will be able to be channeled to another person. It is not cumulative and collecting all the prior hits.
|Skills=
'''Bilingual:'''
 
Xio's father is Puerto Rican and her mother American. Thus, she can speak, read and write in both Spanish and English fluently. She can sometimes figure out languages that share a structure with Spanish but it will be hit and miss. 
'''Brawling:'''
 
Violence is no stranger to Xio. She ran with a gang and learned how to hold her own there, despite her petite size. She is not a martial artist but street fighting using boxing and grappling techniques is something he does very well. She could take on two street level opponents at a time. The average martial artist on the street would even be someone she could do a good showing against. Anything above that and she'll do her best to at least bloody them before she gets taken out of the fight. 
'''Driving:'''
 
Xio has been exposed to cars her entire life. Her Dad would take her out of the city to the countryside and let her learn to drive at an early age. Throw in like 20 Fast and Furious movies and she had aspirations. Once she started running with her gang and car theft was added to her skill set, she joined the street races that would happen around NYC. She is an excellent driver, able to handle a car at extreme speeds. She prefers a manual transmission when given the chance at one, particularly for racing. She would be on par with a police officer in her ability to handle a car at high speeds and in extreme conditions. 
'''Free Running:'''
 
Being a wild child on the streets as often as she could, Xio was introduced to free running by some of her friends. It is a way she uses to stay in shape while challenging herself in getting from point A to point B in the fastest amount of time, no matter the obstructions in the way. She isn't scared of heights and knows what she can and can't do. She is highly skilled in acrobatics, with many years of practice incorporating it into her free running techniques. 
'''Mechanic:'''
 
Having a father as a mechanic, Xio spent a lot of time working on cars at his side. She is an expert mechanic, able to work on the more modern cars and those that are antiques. She has a lot of knowledge and could work as a mechanic in a garage or working somewhere restoring vehicles once she is older. For now, it is a thing she enjoys doing for fun. 
'''Street Smarts:'''
 
Xio has been running the streets for about four years now, in a neighborhood fraught with all crime. She has a lot of knowledge of the movers and shakers in Spanish Harlem in NYC. She knows how to read people, how to pick out a mark for a scam, how to run a hustle. She also knows how to use weapons in a fight and is comfortable with guns. She knows how to social engineer a situation in order to take full on advantage of her target. She has excellent geographic knowledge of that area of NYC. She knows hot to plan out a theft or burglary, steal cars, rob stores in ways she avoids her face ending up on camera, mugging people in alleys and so forth. Basically, gang level street crime was a thing she was involved in, though she avoided dealing drugs. She knows how the networking on that function, she just didn't sell herself. 
'''Tattoo Artist:'''
 
Not a professional but Xio is an excellent artist. She knows how to using pencils, inks, spray paint, oils, etc. Thanks to her time in her gang, she has been exposed to tattooing on a new level, including UV inks and techniques involving those. She has been exposed to and used professional equipment, but she also knows jailhouse techniques and the like. She could get a job as an artist once she is old enough. She would be considered a journeyman level.
|Resources=
'''Gang:'''
 
Although she is not to have anything to do with them anymore, Xio is still a member of Los Muertos. This is a smaller Latin gang based out of Spanish Harlem in NYC. Many of the members are her friends and she might be able to get help or information from them. She just has to be sure that she doesn't get caught doing so, since it would violate the terms of her legal deal. 
'''Parents:'''
 
Xio has two parents who take care of her financial needs. She gets a monthly allowance for things she might need while at school, though this is nothing extravagent. While she has been a very rebellious teen, she does love her parents and relies on them. 
'''Xavier's School:'''
 
Xio is a student at Xavier's School, not by her own choice. As such, she has the school resources to fall back on. She can use their training facilities, gets an education, while being rehabilitated from her former life. It also gives her three hots and a cot so she can't complain too much.
|Weaknesses=
'''Feedback:'''
 
Her shields can only take so much damage before they will collapse. If the blast or physical attack on the shield is sufficiently powerful, it can cause her physical pain. If it is something that hits hard enough for the shield to collapse immediately, she will pass out from the psionic feedback. (See Abilities for power limitations.) 
'''Gang Affiliation:'''
 
Xio is a member of Los Muertos, a Latin gang based in Spanish Harlem in NYC. It is a smaller gang but that makes it no less dangerous. She is a member of the gang, in good standing, and sees them as her friends. This can lead to putting those around her in danger at times, if there is someone who is an enemy to their gang. Additionally, the gang use UV light tattoos to mark their dedication, which also are helpful for intimidation and creep factor when necessary. She has these types of tattoos, which mark her as a member as well. While they are not visible under normal light, under a black light they glow neon. 
'''Hand Motions:'''
 
At this point, Xio is unable to use her powers without using her hands. So, she can only do two things at a time. It might be two shields, or she might be able to make one shield and channel energy to one of her teammates with the other. If her hands are bound in handcuffs or the like, she can still create a shield, but she cannot channel energy. If her hands are covered in some sort of specially designed power-cuffs, she will not be able to use her powers at all. 
'''Legal Deal:'''
 
Xio cut a deal which will finalize with her record being purged. However, that is only after she completes her education at Xavier's School, a deal struck for her by the staff at that school. They agree to rehabilitate her while keeping her away from the gang that has gotten her in so much trouble. If she finds herself in trouble with the law again, she will be taken back into custody and the deal will be off the table. 
'''Temper:'''
 
Xio has a fiery temper. She is not afraid to get into a physical alteration with someone that annoys her. She might be small, but she is mighty. She isn't afraid to confront someone much larger than her petite size. Sometimes her mouth will write checks she can't pay though, which may lead to her getting beat down.
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[[Category:New Mutants]] [[Category:Xavier's School]]

Archangel

2021-01-08T00:10:28Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Warren Worthington
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=182
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/yxepz7sd
|FullName=Warren Kenneth Worthington III
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Philanthropist
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Westchester County, New York
|Education=MBA (Harvard)
|Groups=[[Hellfire Club]], [[X-Men]], [[Xavier's School]], [[Mutant-OOC]]
|Quote=I have been so many things, done so many things. But now I am here, and this is what I am doing. I am making a better future.
|PAge=26
|AAge=26
|DOB=29 October 2001
|Height=183 cm (6'0")
|Weight=68 kg (150 lb)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Christopher Mason
|Song="Heaven Beside You" by Alice in Chains
|Profile=Born into extreme wealth and privilege, Warren wanted for nothing. His world changed when his mutant powers emerged and he grew his trademark wings. After initally trying to deny and hide his mutation, Warren embraced it. First as the independent Avenging Angel, then as the X-Men's Angel, Warren put his talents to help others. Carefree, arrogant, charming and outspoken, he often tried the patience of some of his more serious X-Men partners.
 
In 2024, following Jean Grey's death, Warren took an absence from the X-Men, heading overseas to work with mutant philanthropist organizations and recover from his ordeals. Even after Jean's amazing return, he has stayed away, living as a wealthy playboy philanthropist, particularly for causes that promote mutant-Human relations.
 
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Angel Six feet tall, clean shaven, blue-eyed, with wavy blond hair that hangs over his ears, Angel is a very handsome 20-something year-old man. He is lightly tanned and has a lean swimmer's build. Smiling and playful, he carries himself with an easy confidence and charm. Warren is immaculately dressed for the occasion, whatever it is. His clothing choices are decidedly upper-class private school, tending more to classic, tailored and high quality than to trendy or bleeding edge fashion. As an X-Man, he wears a blue skin-tight suit with white accents along the torso and chest, with white gloves. There is no overlooking the wings. Beautiful, massive, white, feathered wings stretch out from Warren's back. They reach easily over 16 feet from tip to tip. He looks like a modern-day angel. Archangel Tall, black-haired, with black pupiless eyes, Archangel is a decidedly menacing counterpart to Angel. Though he has the same physique, his bearing and expression are aggressive, even malevolent. Archangel invariable appears in a skin-tight black outfit with deep purple accents across the chest and limbs. His wings are massive, metallic and deep silver in colour. They are stylized, sleek, razor sharp and techno-organic, Archangel's wings carry none of the beauty of his other persona's.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Warren was born to Warren and Kathryn Worthington, of the wealthy and influential Worthingtons. As their only child, he was the heir to their family fortune and was groomed from a young age to inherit control of the multi-billion dollar conglomerate Worthington Industries. His parents doted on him and he wanted for nothing. Warren attended various boarding schools for the super wealthy in New York and was a carefree youngster. His life changed when his mutant abilities manifested. Initially horrified when he grew wings, Warren did his best to hide the mutation from everyone, especially his parents. But the change in Warren was not to be denied. Thinking it was best for him, Warren's parents did their best to find a 'cure' for his condition, but to no avail. While is parents were trying in vain to help their son, Warren discovered the beauty of wings; he could fly. This began a lifelong fascination and enjoyment of flight, in all its forms. Over time, Warren came to realize he could use his talents to help others. He dressed up in costume and called himself the Avenging Angel. Before long, the Avenging Angel came to the attention of Professor Xavier. Under the Professor's tutelage Warren trained to become one of the founding X-Men and took the name Angel. Not long after becoming one of the X-Men, Warren's father was killed by Burtram Worthington in a plot wrestle control of the Worthington family fortune. Before Burtram could be stopped by the X-Men, Burtram was able to poison and kill Warren's mother. After his parents' deaths, Warren moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts to study at Harvard. During this time he became a public mutant and inherited his family's fortune. Worthington Industries was placed in the stewardship of trusted family advisors until Warren became ready to take on the massive responsibilities of running the conglomerate. Warren became increasingly involved in pro-mutant, mutant-human relations and mutant welfare causes during his time at Harvard. After graduating, he came back to New York to rejoin his team mates. In a battle against Harpoon, Warren's wings were mutilated and later forcibly amputated when a former classmate, Cameron Hodge, planted false evidence that amputation was necessary and got a court order. Hodge then attempted murder Warren and make it look like a suicide. Warren was saved from the murder plot, a bomb on his private jet, by the ancient mutant Apocalypse. Apocalypse brainwashed Warren and had Warren serve his as Death, one of the four horsemen. Iceman broke Apocalypse's control over Warren during a battle in New York. Warren could not face his teammates after what he had done as Death and struggling with the killer instincts Apocalypse had implanted in him. He left the team to live with his girlfriend out of the public eye. Unfortunately, Hodge kidnapped and killed her, and Warren attacked Hodge in retaliation. After a short time away, Warren returned to the X-Men and was dubbed Archangel by Beast. Brooding and troubled by his past and his instincts, Warren remained with the X-Men until Jean's death. This along with everything else proved too much for Warren, and he left the X-Men again and went overseas. He lived a public life as a philanthropist, still championing his chosen causes, and buried his troubles in a playboy lifestyle. Even after Jean was discovered to be alive, he stayed away and had little contact with his former teammates. Now, a year and a half after Jean's return, Warren has come back to Xavier's and the X-Men hoping to start a new chapter in his life.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Warren used to be a carefree, extroverted young man, and he plays the facade well. Outwardly charming, glib and witty (at least to his mind), Warren is an incorrigible flirt who loves parties and adventure. He is often arrogant and outspoken, and chafes when expected to be under the authority of anyone else. Having lost his parents and the only girlfriend he ever truly connected with in circumstances he blames himself for, and deeply ashamed of his past as Death, Warren keeps others at a distance. He is, however, deeply passionate about the causes he believes in and uses his considerable resources and talents to further them. He also shown time and again with the X-Men that he willing to risk and sacrifice to protect others. Warren does not believe in killing except in the most extreme and unavoidable circumstances. The destruction he wrought during his time as Death and the killer instincts of his Archangel persona trouble him deeply and he fights to keep them in check. In many ways, what he does now to further and protect others are not just expressions of his values but penance for his wrongs. He is prone to fits of brooding and temper when these overwhelm him. As a result, he is considerably more introverted than he was, though he plays the part of his old self well in public and private.
|Abilities=
'''Aerial Adaptation:'''
 
Warren's entire anatomy is naturally adapted to flying. His bones are hollow, his body processes food more efficiently than a normal human body and does not store any excess fat, and he possesses a greater proportionate muscle mass than normal. As a result, his strength, speed, agility, flexibility, endurance, reflexes, coordination, balance, eyesight and hearing are at their peak. Elements of his anatomy are comparable to those of birds, especially birds of prey. His eyes can withstand high-speed winds which would damage the average human eye. He can breathe at high velocities or altitudes, and he can cope with the reduced temperatures at high altitudes for prolonged periods of time, giving him a greater-than-normal capacity to endure low temperatures in areas such as the Arctic. 
'''Peak Human Strength:'''
 
Due to his body's natural mutation, Warren possesses greater physical strength than an ordinary human equal to him in body weight and can lift about 500 lbs. 
'''Regenerative Healing Factor:'''
 
Warren's blood has a potent healing factor. It allows him to heal injuries extremely quickly, including regenerating his wings. He is able to heal minor injuries almost immediately, broken bones within days. Transfusions of his blood grant his regenerative abilities to others, though with mixed results. With one person his blood might be able to heal fatal injuries, with another they might not work at all. 
'''Superhuman Durability:'''
 
The tissues of Warren's body are somewhat harder and more durable than that of an ordinary human, though he is far from invulnerable. While he can be injured in ways comparable to an ordinary human, his body is structured to withstand the friction caused by flying at high speeds. He can also withstand impact forces that would severely injure or kill an ordinary human with only mild to moderate discomfort. 
'''Superhuman Stamina:'''
 
Warren's musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of an ordinary human. He can physically exert himself at peak capacity for several hours before the build up of fatigue toxins in his blood begins to impair him. His physical stamina while in flight is considerably greater. Warren can fly non-stop under his own power for a maximum of approximately twelve hours. Contrary to some reports, he couldn't make a transatlantic flight solely on his own power. During his one attempt to do so, he hitched a ride on an airplane for part of the way. 
'''Techno-Organic Wings:'''
 
Warren has a pair of large techno-organic wings, with a wingspan of about 16 feet. In his normal form, they appear to be his old white feathered wings. These grant him the ability to fly at up to almost 300 km/h up to heights of 10,000 feet. He can reach heights of 29,000 feet for a few minutes. When he is in his Archangel form, his wings take on a stylized metallic appearance grant him several abilities. In this form Warren can fly at hypersonic speeds. The wings develop razor sharp mono-molecular edges. The wings are formidable weapons, capable of cutting through even tempered steel. Also, the wings harden in this form and are capable of shielding Warren from bullets, missles and even radioactive plasma. Finally, this form allows Warren to discharge feathers as flechettes that are coated in a neurotoxin. This neurotoxin paralyzes victims without poison resistance or immunity for several hours.
|Skills=
'''Als Technician:'''
 
During his time training with the X-Men, Warren has received extensive paramedic and field medical training. He is able to triage life threatening injuries and stand in as a combat medic. His skills are equivalent to an advanced life support technician, and include knowing how to start IV's and administer life saving drugs. This is particularly useful since the healing factor in his blood can be imparted on others through transfusion. 
'''Executive:'''
 
Warren has been groomed from a young age to inherit Worthington Industries. This grooming continued into his early adult years with an accelerated BComm/MBA program at Harvard. He has honed his skills with a variety of senior roles in foundations and charitable organizations. Warren is a savvy executive and a capable leader. 
'''Expert Combatant:'''
 
Warren has received extensive hand-to-hand and weapons training in the Danger Room with Professor X and other X-Men. His training also included developing specific strategies to use and take advantage of his mutant abilities. His particular specialty is aerial hand-to-hand combat. In addition to his training, his time with the X-Men has given him plenty of opportunities to hone his skills and gather experience. 
'''Pilot:'''
 
Warren's fascination with flight has led him to seek training and certification with rotary and fixed-wing aircraft, including jet ratings. Also he has had training flying the X-Men's jet.
|Resources=
'''Extensive Ties:'''
 
Warren inherited his father's membership in the Hellfire Club. While Warren is an infrequent attender, he has the ability to work through the club to draw on extensive ties across the world. Also, as the Worthington heir and future CEO of Worthington Industries, Warren has a global network of family and personal connections that he can draw on, and sometimes draw on him in return. 
'''Worthington Fortune:'''
 
The Worthington family fortune is worth several billion dollars and is now under Warren's control. 
'''Worthington Industries:'''
 
Currently, Worthington Industries is being handled by a group of trusted family advisors. These people steward the company, update and continue to prepare Warren and generally manage things until Warren is ready to take over. While he is not currently the controlling executive, by virtue of who he is, Warren has access to various corporate resources across the world. 
'''X-Men:'''
 
Warren is one of the founding members of the X-Men and has returned to that team after being away. He has access to X-Men uniforms, equipment and vehicles. More importantly, he has the backing and support of his teammates. 
'''Xavier's School:'''
 
Warren is an advisor at Xavier's School. This gives him access to the school's extensive grounds and resources, as well contacts with its faculty and students.
|Weaknesses=
'''Death:'''
 
Warren's time as Death in service to Apocalypse has left its mark. Warren battles ruthless, lethal instincts that seek domination and destruction when in his altered form. Even in his normal form, these urges have their pull, goading him toward uncontrolled transformation and disastrous consequences. Also, Warren does not have full control of his form. He is not able to transform at will; rather, times of great stress and anger can cause him to transform. This can leave him battling his worst instincts at times when he needs that control the most. And he knows that he is always only one slip from another stain on his soul. 
'''Public Persona:'''
 
Warren has been a public mutant and outspoken activist for a few years now. His particularly obvious mutation has also meant that he is known to be the X-Men member Angel/Archangel. He is also the face of the Worthington name and is on the board of directors for a number of non-profit organizations that push his causes. Finally, as a prominent public mutant, many young mutants look up to him. This puts his actions under a great deal of scrutiny, and missteps can have very real costs well beyond him. There also limits to what he can have as a personal life. For instance, anything more serious than a passing dalliance draws media attention. So Warren has to be very careful to maintain this public persona, whether he wants to or not; too much depends on it. 
'''Women:'''
 
Warren is an absolute sucker for a pretty face, and it has gotten him in trouble any number of times. A terrible flirt to begin with, he can't seem to resist. Beautiful damsels, particularly those in (or feigning) distress, are a danger and have proven to be an easy route to manipulate him.
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[[Category:Mutant-OOC]] [[Category:Hellfire Club]] [[Category:X-Men]] [[Category:Xavier's School]]

Black Cat

2021-01-06T17:08:23Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Black Cat
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=40
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/hQHHMlF.jpg
|FullName=Felicia Hardy
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=VFC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Cat Burglar
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=East Side, Manhattan
|Education=Empire State University (BArts)
|Groups=[[Hench]], [[Spider-Verse]], [[Defenders]], [[Street Level-OOC]]
|Quote=Spiderman: "She said no woman with a chest like yours should be able to move as fast as you do." Black Cat: "Tell her they act as ballast."
|PAge=27
|AAge=27
|DOB=13 April 2001
|Height=178 cm (5'10")
|Weight=54 kg (119 lb)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Charlize Theron
|Song="What's New Pussycat?" by Tom Jones
|Profile=The daughter of the infamous jewel thief Walter Hardy, aka the Cat, Felicia Hardy grew up wanting for nothing; until her father was betrayed and sent to prison after being set up by his former associates. Felicia began dedicating herself to becoming the greatest cat burglar in the world, and rescuing her father from prison. Encountering metahumans like Spider-Man and Daredevil during her quest, Felicia went to the Power Broker to get metahuman powers of her own to level the playing field. With enhanced physical abilities and a 'Bad Luck' field, Felicia became the Black Cat and quickly gained notoriety as one of the greatest thieves in Manhattan, if not the world. After discovering that her 'Bad Luck' effect was harming people she was close to, Felicia went into semi-retirement away from New York to find a way to gain greater control over her powers. Now, after years abroad, the Black Cat is back to steal what she wants from the rich... and give to herself.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
The woman you see before you is taller than average, just a little under one hundred and eighty centimetres, with a body that is both athletic and rather voluptuous. She has curves in all the right places to make men notice her, yet she also shows well-toned muscles in the parts of her body that are bare or covered in skin-tight clothing. Long platinum blonde, almost white hair flows over her shoulders, and down to the middle of her back. Her most striking feature, however, would have to be her green eyes; a rich green colour like emeralds and with a sparkle in them that hints of playful mischief. She is dressed in a skin-tight black costume, with a sharply plunging neckline that tapers to a v-point at her sternum, providing a generous view of her bosom. The neckline, forearms, and calves are trimmed in long white fur that matches her hair, with white leather gloves and boots also lined with white fur. The soles of the boots are padded with a tread and a slight lift to the heels. Around her neck, she wears a black leather collar with a round silver tag. A black, thin frame domino mask is worn to conceal her identity, adding to the allure of those emerald eyes of hers.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Felicia Hardy was born into a life of wealth and privilege. Her father was a successful international businessman in Manhattan, and Felicia was always provided with the best of everything. But rather than spoiling his daughter, Walter Hardy impressed upon Felicia the importance of earning the best; so while she never wanted for anything, anything she wanted was earned through school grades, performance in gymnastics, and other endeavours. Then, at age ten, everything was taken from Felicia, and she learned the truth about her father. Walter Hardy wasn't an international businessman; not in the way he portrayed himself, at least. In truth, Walter's international 'business' was art and jewel thievery, as the infamous burglar known as the 'Cat'. Eventually, Walter had crossed the wrong people and associates he had trusted betrayed him. Walter was arrested in a sting operation set up by his associates and the New York Police Department. To spare his family public humiliation, Walter made a deal with the District Attorney to confess to charges of Embezzlement and Insider Trading; more 'socially acceptable' crimes by the standards of Manhattan Society. Felicia and her mother had almost everything taken from them after Walter's arrest, with just enough money remaining to start a new life for the two in Queens; a far fall from the society life in Manhattan. After learning the truth about her father and the betrayal he had suffered, Felicia swore revenge on those who had conspired against him. As a teen, Felicia began making connections with some of her father's few remaining loyal friends in the criminal underworld. From them, she learned the arts of stealth and breaking and entering. How to case a building to be broken into? How to survive in the shadows beyond the law? Felicia also began her training in various martial arts and experimenting with the grappling gun designs used by her father for breaking into high-rise buildings. When she enrolled in Empire State University after high school, Felicia majored in art history, and became an adept student. Finally, after years of training, Felicia put her plans into motion. Creating the costumed identity of the 'Black Cat', she began her criminal career by targeting those who had turned her father into the police, stealing from them. Felicia also began leaving clues for the N.Y.P.D. to follow to the various illicit enterprises run by those that betrayed her father. After several months, Felicia was prepared to take her most daring step: break her now ailing father out of prison. The prison break was going smoothly, until Spider-Man showed up. Felicia was a great thief, but Spider-Man was something altogether more than human. Black Cat was almost caught by the webbed wonder, and she only escaped with her father after resorting to a previously set explosive distraction. Spider-Man broke off the fight to ensure that the prison guards were safe, lured away by a tape recording of calls for help that Felicia had planted beforehand, along with the explosives. The fight taught Felicia a valuable lesson: no matter how good she was, she was still human. And in New York, more and more metahumans were appearing every day to stop criminals like her. 
'''History2:'''
 
A few months after the prison break, Walter Hardy had passed on, and Felicia sought out the Power Broker, a criminal fixer who specialised in providing people with metahuman augmentation, for a price. Felicia spent most of her money and resources on the Power Broker's treatment, but emerged with increased strength, superhuman agility, and the ability to manipulate probability to bestow 'Bad Luck' on an opponent. The remainder of her funds were spent on a new costume, designed and crafted by the Tinkerer to Felicia's specification, offering protective capabilities, as well as items like retractable claws and a version of her father's grappling gun built into each glove. With her new abilities and costume, Felicia went back to being the preeminent cat burglar in Manhattan. Subsequent run-ins with Spider-Man showed that she was now his equal and could hold her own in fights against such heroes. However, Felicia found one weakness that she hadn't counted on when she planned her 'upgrade'. Her clashes with Spider-Man became more frequent, and Felicia found herself laughing at the jokes and quips that Spider-Man would make as they fought. She even came to admire him, to her own surprise. In response, Felicia would begin flirting with Spider-Man during their bouts, with Spider-Man responding in kind. Felicia became curious about the man behind the mask; why someone who had all the power and skill she had waste that potential on protecting a city that too often turned against him. She began wondering if she was really the one wasting her powers... Things came to a head when Spider-Man enlisted the help of the Black Cat to stop Doctor Octopus. In the resulting fight, Felicia was severely injured, although Doc Ock's plan was foiled. Spider-Man rushed her to a hospital, where the two confessed their feeling for each other. During Felicia's recuperation, they exchanged their identities, and Felicia was surprised to discover that Spider-Man was a normal person named Peter Parker, rather than the dashing hero she had always envisioned him to be. Complicating matters was a run of bad luck that Spider-Man kept encountering in both his civilian and heroic personas. A brick in a wall he was crawling on came loose in a fight with the Vulture. Pictures Spider-Man had taken of himself to sell to the Daily Bugle had been mysteriously deleted or wouldn't develop properly. It seemed that ever since Spider-Man and Black Cat began spending more time with each other, Spider-Man just couldn't catch a lucky break. Eventually, Felicia came to the conclusion that her Bad Luck powers were bleeding over to Peter, even though she wasn't using them on him. After Spider-Man had a close call with Kraven, with multiple inexplicable occurrences of bad luck, Felicia knew that she was the source. Without a word or a note, Felicia left to seek out a way of containing or controlling this effect. The next few years saw Felicia travel through Europe and Asia, performing heists and robberies while she sought out a 'cure', finding none. Now, she's returned back to Manhattan, still trying to figure out a solution or cure to her 'condition'. And, of course, stealing from the criminally rich and giving to herself; a woman's got to live the life she's accustomed to, after all.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Flirtatious: Felicia knows the effect a pretty woman can have on men, and she's more than willing to take advantage of that. Her costume was designed to lead male opponents to distraction, and even in her civilian identity, she wears clothing designed to flaunt her sexuality. She flirts with men to distract them or gain an advantage, and she finds the flirting to be a great source of amusement. Thrill-Seeker: One of the reasons why Felicia can't just stop being a thief is that she's an adrenaline junkie. She needs the thrill of swinging from rooftop to rooftop hundreds of feet in the air, the challenge of defeating a supposedly impenetrable security system, then free falling off the target building only to catch a ledge with a swing line at the last moment. Her greatest enemy is boredom, and she fights it every night she's out on the prowl. Possessive: As a thief, Felicia lives by the adage 'possession is 9/10ths of the law'. Anything she wants, she takes and she keeps. That goes not just for objects, but for people as well. Once she sets her sights on a person, she doesn't let go easily. Mercurial: Just like a cat, Felicia's mood can switch in an instant. She can go from purring affection with someone into a scathing rage just because the wrong thing was said. Grudges can also be dropped just as quickly if the offending party makes some amends or does something to amuse her.
|Abilities=
'''Bad Luck:'''
 
Felicia's metagene was activated with the Power Broker's treatments, giving her the power to cause bad luck to her foes. She has no control over exactly what can happen, only that an enemy she briefly focuses on will suffer some kind of minor and unexpected setback, like slipping on a wet floor or having a brick wall that is being held onto suddenly crumbling. Whatever calamity this power unleashes, special senses geared to avoiding danger do not detect the trap. 
'''Enhanced Physiology:'''
 
The treatments administered to her by the Power Broker gave Felicia a boost to her physical attributes. Felicia can lift around 2,000 kilograms. Her agility and dexterity were enhanced to superhuman levels, allowing her to perform amazing feats of balance (like running along a tight wire), sprint at 50 kph, and dodge bullets. Her general stamina and endurance were also increased, letting her run or exert herself for a couple hours, and also giving her a slightly better resistance to blunt force trauma than a normal human.
|Skills=
'''Art History:'''
 
In her first years of college at Empire State University, Felicia studied Art History. She's capable of evaluating art based on its creator, estimated value, and cultural impact. She can also spot forgeries through careful examination. 
'''Escape Artist:'''
 
Part of the reason why Felicia's identity isn't known to the police yet is her skill at escapology. She can get out of normal restraints with ease, usually able to escape police custody before the squad car or transport makes it more than a few blocks away from the scene of the arrest. Ropes, chains and padlocks, straightjackets, and other such restraints are possible for her to escape from in a minute or so. She can also escape electronically locked restraints with improvised tools. 
'''Fighting:'''
 
Felicia has trained in multiple martial arts, such as Judo, Aikido, and Goju-Ryu Karate. These arts mainly focus on hand strikes, joint locks, holds, and throws. She can handle multiple opponents and is good enough to handle herself against highly skilled fighters like Captain America or Nightwing. 
'''Gymnastics:'''
 
Felicia has studied gymnastics from an early age and is highly accomplished. She uses her gymnastics skill to great advantage in combat and general travel, leaping off flagpoles, grabbing streetlights to swing around, flipping through laser traps, and generally confounding opponents. 
'''Stealth:'''
 
As a thief, Felicia is highly adept at sneaking around. Hiding in shadows and skulking around is part of her stock in trade, and she can avoid detection most of the time. Those possessing superhuman senses, or watchfulness bordering on paranoia (Batman), can spot her when she's trying to be sneaky, but in general, Felicia's good enough to slip past military special forces. 
'''Thief:'''
 
Felicia is one of the most accomplished thieves alive today. She's capable of picking any lock, defeating nearly any security system. She's good enough to break into most high-security facilities up to agencies like S.H.I.E.L.D. She keeps up to date on new locks, security systems, and surveillance.
|Resources=
'''Costume:'''
 
Felicia's costume was custom designed for her by the Tinkerer to supplement her metahuman abilities. In addition to being bullet and flame resistant, it also has retractable steel claws built into the gloves, capable of shredding steel cable. Modified versions of her father's line casters are also built into the gloves to allow her to travel via swinging or to help with climbing a building quickly or stopping a fall. Special contacts lenses provide her with low-light and thermal vision. Several pouches and compartments are hidden throughout the costume to hold tools or stolen items. 
'''Criminal Contacts:'''
 
Felicia has been a thief for a while now, and has developed numerous contacts in the criminal underworld. She knows who to go to get information about people, jobs, or to fence any loot she's acquired. She can also get gadgets and computer code breakers to overcome her deficiencies in computer hacking. 
'''Wealth:'''
 
Both from what she inherited from her father and her own efforts, Felicia independently wealthy. She has numerous off-shore bank accounts and could easily live out the rest of her life in luxury, if it wouldn't bore her to death. She has a penthouse apartment in East Side, Manhattan, and a black Jaguar XK9 among her tangible assets. Felicia is considered nouveau riche in Manhattan society, her money inherited from her father (who stole from many of the socialites at one time or another), and Felicia gets invited to most of the social gatherings in New York.
|Weaknesses=
'''Criminal Record:'''
 
Felicia has run afoul of the law many times as Black Cat. Fortunately for her, she's never been caught long enough for her identity to be recorded by law enforcement personnel. The Black Cat is currently wanted by the New York Police Department and the Federal Bureau of Investigations in connection with some of her previous crimes. The International Criminal Police Organisation would like to have a chat with the Black Cat about a recent string of high-profile robberies in Europe and Asia. 
'''Crossing Paths:'''
 
Felicia's bad luck power does sometime extend to those who spend extended amounts of time with her. It's like anyone close to her absorbs small amounts of bad luck, suffering some accident or another somewhere down the line. It might be months, weeks, or days later, but the people close to Felicia always seem to suffer from improbable and bizarre accidents. The longer the time spent with her and the closer the contact, the quicker these accidents occur. Felicia is aware of this and has been trying to find a way to control the blowback, even to the point of searching for ways to eliminate her powers completely. 
'''Greedy:'''
 
Perhaps her biggest character weakness, Felicia is greedy. She was raised as Daddy's Princess and taught that she should only have the absolute best in life. Unlike most indulged girls, however, Felicia was taught to earn the best things in life, rather than have it handed to her. As a result, she goes after high-value targets, even though she already has more than enough money. It's a combination of the thrill-seeker in her and this desire for more that keeps her living the life of a thief. 
'''Hunted:'''
 
Over the years, Felicia has stolen a lot of things from a lot of wealthy and influential people, criminal or otherwise. There are a lot of grudges against the Black Cat, and sometimes Felicia needs to pull a job to square her record with someone powerful. For the most part, the people that are hunting Black Cat are more interested in using her skill than getting payback, but there's always the occasional double-cross. 
'''Secret Identity:'''
 
Felicia has managed to keep her dual identity safe so far. There are both criminal and law enforcement groups that are looking for Black Cat, for a variety of reasons. She maintains her secret identity more to prevent all the hassles that being public would cause than a concern for her own safety or the safety of others.
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[[Category:Street Level-OOC]] [[Category:Hench]] [[Category:Spider-Verse]] [[Category:Defenders]]

Thor

2020-12-31T21:21:58Z

Severin:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Thor
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=107
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/P48zBoy.png
|FullName=Dr. Donald John Blake, MD (Thor Odinson)
|Gender=Male
|Species=Asgardian
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=EFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=King of Asgard
|Citizenship=United States of America (Kingdom of Asgard)
|Residence=On board the Asgardian Vessel, 'Frigga's Mercy''
|Education=Privately Educated
|Groups=[[Avengers]], [[Pantheon Assembly]], [[Space-OOC]]
|Quote="Waves are but water. Wind but air. And though lightning be fire... yet it must answer thunder's call."
|PAge=1543
|AAge=1543
|DOB=21 November 484
|Height=198 cm (6'6")
|Weight=290 kg (638 lb)
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Chris Hemsworth
|Song="Immigrant Song" by Led Zeppelin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LY3GgGQk7iI
|Profile=Thor Odinson, Prince of Asgard and God of Thunder, he is a figure stepped from the age of myth and legend into modern-day Earth. While humans have known him in different names and forms throughout the ages, a hero of many more myths than one, there is little doubting that he is the inspiration of the Norse deity of the same name, one whose influence and reputation endures through the ages. With his magic hammer Mjolnir in hand, he commands the raging elements and can strike down any foe who stands against him. It is fortunate, then, that he has taken the side of the heroic Avengers, confirming his status as a champion for Midgard as well as Asgard, standing with God and man alike against the coming of Ragnarok and any lesser evil.
===Current Player Approved: December 31, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
This towering giant of a man is not just of stereotypically Nordic cast, he appears the very platonic ideal of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed son of the northern lands of ice and snow. At a full six and a half feet in height with a broad-shouldered, barrel-chested figure to match, he is intimdating by any measure, at least in silhouette. For while his frame is of an imposing cast, his face is somehow unmistakably both heroic and approachable, powerful and kind. On one hand, it is the strong-jawed, straight-nosed, broad-browed visage of prototypical rugged masculinity. Yet his smiles are infectiously friendly and the whole of his face is lit by his light blue eyes. It doesn't hurt that all of it framed by a frankly gorgeous mane of golden blonde hair that falls in waves around his neck and shoulders, often animated by an oddly ever-present breeze. If his near-perfect physique did not lend the man a sense of the fantastic, of a grandeur beyond the realm of mortal men, then his manner of dress leaves no question on the subject. Garbed in a sort of armored costume, with a stiff dark gray leather tunic tightly fit to his broad chest and hanging below the waist in a form of military skirt. A broad leather belt is buckled with a rounded disc with a symbol that may be a raised hammer or a stylized 'T'. Though his arms are left bare (to better display his rather ridiculously bulging biceps, no doubt!), some kind of scaled metal leggings emerge beneath the skirt, leading to tall, cuffed boots that match his tunic and partial gloves. Most notable of his attire is the flowing red cape, worn attached to his tunic at a metal disc near each shoulder and his shining silver helmet. The latter is open-faced, albeit with prominent cheek guards, and features a distinctive pair of metallic wings sweeping up and back from near his temples. Worn on his belt when not carried in hand, is a simple-looking weapon that nonetheless radiates an almost unfathomable power: a one-handed warhammer with a heavy, almost blocky rectangular metallic head, and a leather-wrapped grip that ends in a long loop.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Men have histories, but Gods have myths, and so it is with Thor Odinson, child of the Allfather. There is no certainty in his origin, for the eternal cycle of Ragnarok has created many lives and many endings for all the Gods of Asgard and for dimensions beyond. And Thor is no exception, for his is a key part of that cycle: he is the slayer of the Midgard Serpent, though in his victory, he is slain by it. This is a role he has filled, but also one he is destined to fulfill again. Yet from his father (in a fashion), Thor has heard tales of his newest life, or lives, as it may be. To join the powers of Asgard and Midgard and perhaps thus alter the balance of this cycle, Odin left his wife and sought out Jord - Gaea - the Elder Goddess of the earth itself. The nature of their union created something unique in Thor, the potential to be strongest of all the Asgardian pantheon, and perhaps of all Gods. Yet for his thousands of years of life and the different lives he has lived in those eons, Thor has not wholly grown to that potential. He was raised as the Prince of Asgard in the presence of his adopted brother Loki, a deformed child of the frost giants Odin had taken in to repay a debt of honor. Loki was always jealous of Thor, and hated him, and yet the two were very much as brothers, going on many adventurers by one another's side. For as often as Loki would act against him, plotting his death many times over, Thor loved him, and would, in time, forgive his seemingly endless tresspasses again and again. His friends were his fellow gods Balder and Sif, and among these companions, he undertook many adventures to prove his worth, valor and the pureness of heart to his father. By doing so, he received Mjolnir, crafted by dwarven kings and enchanted by Odin, a weapon that would serve him through eternity. But the story of Thor in Asgard, Thor with his companions, Thor fighting beside and against his brother, Thor proving worthy of Mjolnir, was only one of the stories of his life. In different times, he went, or was sent by his father, into the world of men, sometimes as a God, sometimes becoming nearly as a mortal himself. He inspired the valor of the Norse, but turned from them when he saw their lust for violence, and in such fashion inspired the rise and fall of the Viking Age. He became the mortal heroes Siegmund and Siegfried, father and son who lived and died reclaiming the Ring of the Nibelung, ultimately in Odin's name. Beyond this, Thor may have lived other lives still. Lives meant to test him, lives meant to teach him. One such life saw him come to earth in the modern era, in the form of a crippled, but brilliant medical student. At other times, perhaps an architect, perhaps a paramedic? Perhaps all of them, perhaps none. As it stands, Thor lives, for now, only as himself, serving his father and Asgard as representative on Earth in a time where many Gods and beings of power seem to tread upon it. He has a mortal identity he uses upon convenience (Sigurd Jarlson), though it, unlike many prior is no conjured or possessed existence, but a mere contrivance of occasional necessity. In this time of Gods on earth, he does not fear to show his true self, save where it may inconvenience his purposes.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
As a Prince among Gods, Thor possesses many desirable personal qualities: He is charming and gregarious, extroverted in the extreme, a willing and loyal friend to all who do not name themselves his foe. He is adventurous and confident, one who leads rather than waiting to follow. He is valorous and good, honorable in war and even merciful to foes who display a similar code. But of course, in all that is shining and bright in the Asgardian Princeling, there are the burdens of his station and his destiny, for he has lived his entire life, indeed many different lives, to prove himself worthy to the Allfather and to his people. In his desire to prove his worth, he is unrelenting. In his convictions for what is good and right, he is unwavering. And in his confidence, he his blind to any weakness or failing.
|Abilities=
'''Allspeak:'''
 
Asgardians possess the ability to speak all the languages of the Nine Realms, allowing him to communicate in any language, human or alien. 
'''God of Storms:'''
 
As the God of Thunder and son of Gaea, Thor has great power of the natural elements. He is able to summon huge storms with powerful winds, rain, blizzards of ice and snow, and of course, thunder and lightning, and unleash these upon his foes at his whim. He can also create tremors, landslides, and open chasms in the earth, and potentially create earthquakes of continental scale and intensity, far off the scientific Richter scale. On occasions, he has even created unnatural weather like fiery rains. Thor can also directly discharge lightning bolts from his hands, or use that same energy to empower his physical blows. Notably, while Thor possesses his power over the weather naturally by his divine birthright, he normally relies on Mjolnir to grant him more precise control and regulate the output of the raw energies that he commands. 
'''God-Force:'''
 
The core of his being granted by his hybrid divine heritage as the son of the Skyfather Odin and the Elder Goddess Gaea, Thor's life-force fuels his vast powers and grants him full access to them outside his own realm. Only the most powerful beings, such as the Skyfathers, the most powerful demonic lords, or truly Cosmic entities, can affect it directly. To lesser beings, it is an eternal spark, making direct attacks upon his lifeforce or soul largely a futile endeavor. His powerful essence also grants him an unfailing stamina, allowing him to undertake appropriately godly feats, such as battling armies of giants for months at a time without rest, and the ability to heal from the most grevious wounds in time. While not technically immortal, he possesses the longevity of all Asgardians, and can maintain his youth by consuming the Apples of Idunn. Although he uses Mjolnir to perform many feats, it is ultimately only a tool (and to some degree, a crutch) used to shape and control these energies, and most if not all of Thor's powers are innate to him. Indeed, by releasing those energies, he can perform the God-blast unaided, although without Mjolnir, it would surely bring ruin to everything and everyone around him. 
'''Invulnerability:'''
 
Owing to his hybrid divine heritage and powerful life force, Thor is invulnerable to a host of threats, small and large. Human disease, poisons, toxins and even radiation are of no concern, and he can drink copious amounts of alcohol without becoming drunk, unless the brew is itself of godly origin. Naturally, as the God of Thunder, electricity poses no threat to him, and he can endure extremes of temperature and pressure so intense as to survive at the center of the sun or in the cold void of space. In physical combat, he can withstand blows from the most powerful beings imaginable, including Celestials and other Gods, although depending on their magnitude, such attacks may cause him pain, fatigue, or lesser injury. Ultimately, his nature means that he can only truly be felled 
'''Keen Senses:'''
 
Thor can hear a scream from across a planet and track objects moving faster than the speed of light with his vision. 
'''Speed:'''
 
Thor is possessed of divine speed, moving 'as fast as the lightning he commands,' and is capable of reacting to gunfire and similar threats. In flight, he has exceeded the speed of light and kept pace with cosmic beings while traveling across space, although upon Earth such velocities are impossible without doing harm to the world around him. 
'''Strength of the Gods:'''
 
Owing to his heritage and destiny, Thor is physically the strongest among the Asgardian gods, and indeed one of the strongest beings in existence below the level of truly omnipotent or cosmic forces. Able to effortlessly lift buildings, gauging his strength on such scales is essentially pointless, as he is frequently called upon to perform feats of more mythic nature. Throwing (or shattering) planetary or stellar scale objects is well within his ability, as is breaking otherwise unbreakable materials like adamantium or uru.
|Skills=
'''Knowledge:'''
 
Although considered by some a hot-heated warrior brute, Thor is not un-intelligent. More significantly, he possesses knowledge and understanding befitting millenias of experience with the cosmic and the divine, myth and magic, and with the workings of Asgard. On earth, he has lived many lives, and although he does not retain full memories of most of these existences, some fragments remain, giving him a greater grasp of humanity than his anachronistic appearance may suggest. One of his more recent lives was particularly influential in this regard, and now with allies such as the Avengers, this mixed knowledge may bring some applications of Asgardian technology into the mortal realm, wearing away at the boundaries between magic and science. 
'''Leader of Gods and Men:'''
 
Thor is the Prince of Asgard, and destined to be its King. Thus he possesses a charisma and natural ability for leadership inherent to his station, both royal and divine. He is an inspiring leader for his fellow Asgardians, but with his worthy heart and heroic nature, potentially one for mortalkind as well. 
'''Master of War:'''
 
Thor is not only the God of thunder and strength, but also of War. Since birth, he has been groomed to be Asgard's finest warrior. He is skilled with every weapon typical of his people, from his favored hammer to swords, axes, maces and other such melee weapons, as well as unarmed combat and wrestling. Although he favors his heritage, he has knowledge of practically every fighting style that might be used against him. As the warrior-Prince of his people, he is a skilled tactician who has led them in many wars and is destined to do so as their King.
|Resources=
'''Avenger:'''
 
As a founding member of the Avengers, Thor has access to various allies and resources, as well as additional assistance through related agencies like S.H.I.E.L.D. 
'''Megingjord:'''
 
An enchanted belt that increases the wearer's strength. Though it is hard to usefully measure the impact of doubling the strength of the mightiest of the Asgardian Gods... well, it definitely makes him that much more impressive of a figure. 
'''Mjolnir:'''
 
Forged from the supernatural metal Uru by the dwarf-kings of Nidavellir using the heat of a star, and empowered by enchantments cast by the Skyfather Odin, the warhammer Mjolnir is a near indestructible weapon of immense power. At the most basic, it is a powerful magical weapon capable of hurting otherwise invulnerable cosmic beings, but it's true powers are far greater. While it is unclear whether many of its abilities are actually imbued in the hammer or are natural to Thor and merely enhanced by it, it nonetheless grants or empowers a vast host of abilities in his hands. Its properties include: * Worthiness Enchantment - Mjolnir is enchanted so that no unworthy being can lift it or remove it from his grip, and the list of those worthy is small indeed. However, this enchantment also poses a certain weakness, as Thor himself must still uphold the values that make him worthy of the weapon, or risk losing it himself. * Weather Control - In this case, the hammer enhances the God of Thunder's natural abilities, giving him precise control at lesser effort. * Flight - By spinning, throwing, and hanging on to the hammer, Thor flies at around supersonic speed on earth and beyond the speed of light in space. * Mystical Link - The hammer is linked to its wielder and will return to him from any distance and through any barrier, with sufficient will. * Sensing - The hammer can detect various kinds of energy, including mystic, psychic, and divine energy. It can reveal illusions and strike hidden foes. * Master of Time and Space - The hammer can open or close gateways between dimensions or through space and even, in extreme cases, time. * Energy Absorbtion - The hammer can be used to block, absorb, and even redirect energy attacks directed at it. * Energy Manipulation - The hammer can manipulate the electromagnetic spectrum beyond its weather powers, for more esoteric purposes, and can even affect other forces like gravity. * Matter Manipulation - In similar fashion, the hammer can even affect matter at the mollecular level, reconfiguring or transmuting it. * Negate Magic - The hammer can nullify or break other enchantments. * Invisibility & Intangibility - Mjolnir can grant these states to the user or others, and disrupt the phasing powers of others. * God Blast - Mjolnir can act as a focus for Thor's divine energy, channeling it into a more controlled blast capable of killing immortals or destroying planets. The potential of this attack is nearly limitless, though at its highest levels even the indestructible hammer may not survive the power it unleashes. 
'''Prince of Asgard:'''
 
As the Crown Prince of the realm of Asgard, Thor can call on (and indeed, command) the aid of its many Gods, as well as draw upon its vast resources of magic and technology. This includes vehicles as the Odinship and its scrying device, Odin's Eye, as well as various weapons in Odin's possession, Heimdall's Observatory, and other important features of Asgard. His royal station and heroic legend grants him a position of respect throughout the multiverse, and he calls the Gods of other Pantheons and similar cosmic beings his peers.
|Weaknesses=
'''Jormungandr:'''
 
Thor is destined to die in battle with the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr. Its fangs can pierce his flesh, and its venom is lethal even to the near-invincible Asgardian. 
'''Loki:'''
 
Thor's adopted brother is his eternal blindspot. For as much as Loki feels jealousy, hatred, and often the impulse toward murder for his sibling, Thor has nothing but love and forgiveness. In his eyes, Loki's many misdeeds are all mere errors of judgment, moments of personal failing, rather than defining parts of his nature. Even when Loki acts out and must be fought and brought to justice, though it may be Thor's hand that brings him to heel, it will just as certainly be Thor who stands in his defense before their father's judgement. 
'''Magical Trickery:'''
 
While the God-Force offers Thor a considerable resistance to magic and essential immunity to its most dire consequences (no simple sorcerery could ever do him permanent harm), the God of Thunder is by no means immune to it, particularly to those magics wielded by other divine beings such as his brother. Indeed, though Thor has the tools to combat magical foes and defeat most enchantments (whether through pure will, his divine spark, or by using Mjolnir), he lacks for experience and competence in the mystical realm. Thus, his downfall is nearly always through magical trickery and deception, influence and misdirection. In many cases, it merely does not occur to Thor that what is before his eyes might not be reality. Often enough, it is only after his actions have wrought their misguided consequences that he sees the truth, and indeed he has often been ensorcelled to use his own might against his friends or interests. 
'''Overconfidence:'''
 
Thor is supremely confident. There isn't a challenge he isn't sure he can handle, a foe too great to face. And while there is a great deal backing up his bravery, he is not wholly invincible or without weakness. As such, Thor may find himself in over his head or duped into a trap as a result of his overconfidence, particularly against foes who know how to bait or mislead him. 
'''Warrior's Madness:'''
 
Thor is capable of entering into a state known as the "Warrior's Madness" ("berserkergang" in Norwegian and Danish alike), either purposefully to face a powerful foe or unintentionally if goaded into it or faced with great anger. In such a state, his strength and stamina tenfold (a truly terrifying thought), yet it carries many burdens: He sacrifices higher intelligence and logic, his behavior becomes erratic, emotional, and instinctive, and may attack friends as easily as foes in battle. In the long term, such rages threaten his very sanity. Additionally, the use of such berserker techniques is outlawed by Odin, and its use requires significant sacrifice and atonement.
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12593/Who's Who: A safe haven

2020-12-31T03:02:59Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/12/28
|Location=The Blue Lady, Fort Joseph
|Synopsis=Buffy recovers at the Blue Lady after being attacked by Spawn
|Cast of Characters=328,7044
|Tinyplot=Who's Who
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's early in the morning, early enough that Dawn hasn't broke yet, though sunlight is due to shine through the clouds at any minute. And for once, the Blue Lady is almost empty, which is a good thing as she wanted to keep a low profile, especially given her current state. The too tall, too busty, too blonde young woman stuck to the shadows as she approached the Blue Lady, peering about warily as if she might be followed. When she reaches the front door, she is limping markedly on her right leg, her skimpy pink halter top shredded and bloodied as are her black tight leather pants, shredded and bloody, riddled with bullets. As if that wasn't enough, she's got a large gash over her right leg and a big ugly bruise across one cheek. No wonder she's desperate to get away before whatever attacks her comes back, pounding desperately on the back door, "Hello? Anyone here? Hello!?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' A young woman opens he door and peeks out at her, "If you are looking for a handout sweetie you aren't gonna get it here." she comments with a bit of distain in her tone before she takes in the full image of the girl, crosses herself and says "Jesus, Mary and Joesph. What /happened/ to you." Pulling her inside the kitchen of the club and looking up and down the alley as though she expected to see a roaming hoard of brigands rounding the corner. "You poor thing, should I call the police? An Ambulance?" And then a second later a male voice says, "Leave her with me Edith, If your finished cleaning up here you can go on home..." Thomas is wearing, unsuprisingly, white. White suit pants and a white dress shirt. He apparently left the jacket somewhere else but is lightly fingering the white bow tie at his neck." Of course Mr Raith, the woman says scrambling away. Thomas gestures with his arm towards a heavy wooden door in the back of the kitchen. "The Kitchen should be light proof, but lets not take any chances. I've got the wine Celler set up for you. We can talk down there." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns a bit, glancing around rather anxiously at Edith, shaking her head but not really saying much. "I'll be okay, just..." she shivers, wishing she hadn't lost her jacket when Spawn had attacked her. But at least Vampires don't get cold, not as easily as humans at any rate. She seems almost relieved, to see Thomas. Was she starting to remember what he meant to her? "Thomas." she smiles weakly, "Guess I was wrong, I suppose I deserved all this." Buffy tries to laugh it off but ends up coughing up a bit of blood instead, leaning briefly against the wall, wincing at the pain from all those bullet wounds. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' What would Buffy, that is the Buffy of December 23rd, if she saw what happened next. He moves to support her, her blood staining blotches on his white silk shirt. He opens the door to the wine celler and helps her down the stairs. There, between the last rows and racks of bottles is a bed. It is small (at least compared to the bed Tuffy is currently stuck on,) but has several thick comforters on it, and even some teddy bears surrounding it... Thomas leads he to that bed and sets her down. "What in the hell happened?" He asks softly. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers doesn't protest this time, doesn't push back as he helps her down those stairs. Seems she trusts him more than the last time they met, at least. Of course she doesn't say a thing at least until she's laying in that bed, eyes closed and shivering as she takes a couple of instinctive breaths - even if vampires don't need to breathe. "You were right, Thomas. I don't know how or why, but this is all wrong...I'm..I'm not a vampire. Even Nolan.." she coughs, "Nolan recognized me, the instant he saw me.." she sighs, hugging her bloody torso. It's amazing how brutalized a vampire could be, and still live through it as long as they're not decapitated or staked through the heart. Even so, it would take an especially skillful vampire to survive what she has. Buffy glances back at Thomas, her gaze softening, searching for those elusive memories. She seems to recognize him somehow, even if those specific memories are missing or at least, incomplete. "I couldn't do it, hurting humans, drinking from them..I couldn't just...Watch by.." She winces again, as it seems the slightest movement causes her pain. And so much blood. How much can a vampire lose before they simply bleed to death? "I took down as many as I could, started carrying stakes around, can you imagine.." she laughs weakly, then coughs again. "Then, I met *him*, calls himself Spawn, slayer of demons.." she shivers at the horrifying memory, how he mercilessly brutalized her, seemed to have fun doing it even. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "Of course he does..." Thomas says with a grumble, as if that idea is just the icing on the cake. He sets her on the bed and picks up a small dagger. "I've got blood bags down here, but you are hurt. Your body is going to need blood if you want it or not." he draws a line with the blade across his hand. Deep. And makes a fist. "Tilt your head back. I'm not going to let you drink from me directly, but my blood should still pack quite a kick..." He's absorbing every word she has to say, but his first priority is making sure she doesn't die. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks, sniffing the air as he cuts his arm. "But..I can't. I don't know.." she frowns, but she really can't protest. He's right, she needs the blood or she could die. Buffy closes her eyes, tilting her head back as that blood trickles into her hungry mouth. And of course Thomas is right. He's no ordinary human and his blood is more potent than any normal human too. She shivers softly at the taste, noting how it's pink instead of red but tired, in too much pain to think too much about it right now. Shes already reaching up to touch his arm, desperate for more of that incredible blood.. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith swats her hand down, "No, You just drink it.." He says firmly. He's not sure if he could stop Buffy if she wanted to actually take him. He probably could, but likely not without hurting her. And as much as he'd love to twist Tiffany's head off like a chicken... the thought of causing Buffy any more discomfort then nessicary galls him. He lets the blood flow a little more freely, not sure of Vampiric regenitive abilities, but hoping it won't take more then he can spare. Soon enough he pulls away, wrapping a white cloth over his cut hand. "So what happened love?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Her eyes widen as he swats her hand away, then turns away, a bit ashamed of herself. She truly is the monster now. "I'm sorry.." she sighs, squeezing her eyes shut, feeling the potent blood mingling in her system, healing the pain, sealing up the less grievous wounds. Although most vampires dont heal quite as quickly as the Slayer, who can literally heal just about any wound short of decapitation within 24 hours. Even so, she's looking a bit stronger already as she turns to watch him again thoughtfully. "Like I said, I met this psychic named Nolan Voight, he recognized Buffy's...My soul, my mind in Tiffany's body." she shrugs, relaxing a bit now that her wounds are starting to heal, feeling her strength slowly coming back. "He did some.." she twirls her fingers, "Some magic mojo, said my mind was being attacked by a horde of tiny invisible demons that steal happy memories and present them to their queen.." it's a disturbing thought really, and Buffy seems troubled by it. Tiffany was right, if they continue this way, she may get end up as nothing more than an empty shell, devoid of memories. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith tilts his head slightly. "Not sure you ever mentioned him to me." He says simply. No accusation of hurt feelings on the matter, simply the fact that one of Buffy's associates in the field of Slaying never came up in a previous conversation. He goes to the fridge and pulls out two bulging blood packs and setting them on a small night stand before setting down beside her. "If it's demons, I can have Harry put a circle up to keep them away." He says softly, "At least protect you while you sleep.." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles faintly and nods, "I didn't know I knew him til he recognized me. Odd guy, talks to ghosts, lives in an old run down former bar that looks like a shabbier version of this." she speaks of him as if she respects him quite a bit but nothing more than that. It's not like she knows him that well afterall, or for very long even. "Anyway, he did something, said he tainted the strider demons' stolen memories with some of his..Deepest darkest ones." she sighs, shaking her head sadly, "It was...An unpleasant experience, reliving his worst memories. Such a sad, lonely man.." Buffy truly does seem to feel sorry for him.."But he said, with any luck, with their tummies now full, they will go to their queen and have their memories rejected and returned to their owners, assuming she doesn't merely destroy them..Shouldn't take more than a week or two to see what will happen either way." She glances back at him, somewhat apologetically, "You were right all along. I *am* Buffy, just don't know if I can be *your* Buffy, without those memories. But one thing is for sure, I'm no Tiffany, I'm not a vampire.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit and cups her cheek. "Of course I was right. If you had your memories you'd know I almost always am." He says in a playful tone that is none the less gentle and kind. "Well, for the record I'm not giving up just yet. And I won't. We are going to fix this." He says it with firm confidence, even if he hasn't the foggiest clue /how/. He then leans over and gives her a soft kiss on the cheek. It's not chaste, not like the kiss one would give a sibling or a friend, but nor is it passionate. It's a connection. A reassurance that he cares about her and will do what is nessicary and possible to get her back. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles faintly, blushing ever so slightly. She may not look like Buffy in this body but her mannerisms, the way she speaks..Even hints of her old personality are coming back to her. She reaches up to clutch his hand if allowed, although careful not to touched the bandaged portion even as she eyes the bloodied cut with faint hunger and desire..So this is how the hunger feels. She will be sure to remember that later, if things ever go back to normal. "She's really lucky, to have someone like you in her life. I just hope I don't let you down..Living up to who she was.." Buffy looks away sadly, knowing this could go epically wrong. "I've been thinking..This Tiffany was part of the Red Order cult, right? I'm sure I'd find more information at her crypt. Maybe she has a journal or something hidden at her place. I just..Hope I dont run into Spawn again. Next time I won't be so lucky.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "Next time, you'll have backup." He says softly, and takes a chance to kiss her lips, though again it is more then chaste but less then passionate. He strokes the unfamilier cheek while obviously caring deeply for the woman behind the eyes. "Don't." he says softly. "Don't concern yourself with trying to live up to Buffy, because you /are/ Buffy." He says softly. "You can't let me down, because there is nothing to live up to. You are you. It's as simple as that. And even if we can't get you back in your right body. Even if you don't recover each and every memory. That will not change. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles faintly, not pulling away this time as he kisses her. And even if her memories are fractured, the feelings are still there, if only a little. She closes her eyes briefly, pressing her lips against his, if a bit hesitant, before laying back again. "I suppose you're right. I just need to focus on recovering right?" she smiles, "But I feel safe here, just need to hunker down for a bit..Any idea how to swap my body back..?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith walks over to an empty wine rack slot and pulls out the strange fingertrap looking device. "This." He says simply. "No idea how it works. Hopefully Harry and/or Willow will be able to figure out something." He sounds more confident then he feels, but he isn't going to let any of his doubts infect her. "Once we do that, we swap you back into your body, Captain airhead into that one, then we stake her and celebrate with hours of furniture destroying levels of sex... and maybe pizza." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers peers back at the shiny green metal finger trap thingy. "Oh..Yeah, it looks familiar. Soo..It's some kind of magic mojo thingy? I just hope it works, although it looks kind of..Broken.." she eyes it doubtfully, noticing how some of the hinges are loose, the metal a bit twisted as if someone stepped down on it. Hard. "Soo whos Harry, a friend of yours? and Willow..?" she blinks slowly at the familiar name, "Oh, she was the red head that was there the other day, right? She seems a bit familiar too, and.." She just blushes profusely at the celebration he has planned. "You're..Not quite human, are you..." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit, tilting his head. "Harry's my brother. Willow is your best friend." He says with a chuckle as he actually makes he blush...something he hasn't been able to do on a consistent basis for some time now since they have been dating. He grins a bit when she asks if he is human or not. "The simplest explanation, rather then going into every little nuance? I'm a Sex Vampire.." He says with a grin, walking up to the door to the wine cellar and bolting it. "Sun will be all the way in a few minutes. Best you get some rest." He offers and lays down on the bed, making room for her. They would both fit there, id she is willing to play "Little Spoon, and he holds out his arms as if inviting her to do just that." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks a couple of times, "Uh...Sex vampire..? I mean, I hope you're not gonna miss this body.." you know, with all the fake implants that just scream sex icon. She blushes some more wishing she hadn't just said that. Awkwaaaard.."But you and Buf--me..It's not just..There's love there too..Right?" Still, Buffy doesn't pull away as he offers to hold her, even if she's still bloody and ragged. Right now though she's too exhausted to even think of a shower and change of clothes. Maybe after a little much needed rest. "Thank you, Thomas.." she murmurs sleepily as she curls in against him. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a little bit and just holds her. "Yes there is love there too. If there wasn't, we wouldn't be together now. I wouldn't be doing all this. I'm a monster after all. A selfish one at that. But some has endangered my mate, and I will kill to get her back." He strokes Tiffany's long bleached hair the same way he normally stroked Buffy's honeyed locks. He smirks a bit playfully, "That said, we get all of Buffy's memories back into you... I mean it might be a little bit like roleplaying wouldn't it?" he asks in the tone of a guy fully expecting an elbow for his perverted comments. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns and shakes her head, "You keep calling yourself a monster but, you aren't really, are you? I mean, sure, you're a vampire of some sort, but just like me, you don't really want to hurt people, do you.." She sighs, shaking her head, enjoying his touch in spite of herself, "I mean, you keep risking everything to save me, and a monster isn't even capable of love. Isn't the most important thing what you do, not what you are?" His teasing causes her to giggle a bit, blushing some more, "You're into role play huh? But, I sure hope I get all my memories back before I switch bodies. Once I'm back to normal, I'll do whatever you like.." she may regret that later though. 
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12588/Who's Who: Who's the baddest of them all

2020-12-28T21:41:26Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/12/27
|Location=Beacon Hills, Haven (TBD)
|Synopsis=An amnesiac-vampire Buffy encounters Spawn again. Things don't go well.
|Cast of Characters=328,1490
|Tinyplot=Who's Who
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' It's the night after Christmas and the creepy craw lies are out in full force. So much for taking a break. One would expect to see the Slayer patrolling these shadowy places, but hardly another vampire. Of course, this one is not exactly patrolling, mostly just lurking, sticking to the shadows as she seeks a short cut to her crypt before daylight breaks. And of course she is getting hungry too, and on the look out for food. To the untrained eye, she appears to be nothing more than a stereotypical blonde bimbo, too tall, too thin, too busty to be realistic, she is dressed in black leather pants, a pink floral halter top that exposes her mid riff and a short denim jacket. oh and she's carrying a wooden stake. What's up with that? 

:'''{{#var:1490|Spawn (1490)}} has posed:'''     From behind the blonde, two dots of glowing green flame are visible, smoke rising up from them. The rustling of dry autumn leaves can be heard constantly, and only after many long moments do most come to the realization: That's not the sound of leaves, that's the sound of the dark red leathery cape scraping along the ground and scraping against itself every so often.     "You know, the pink makes you stick out like a sore thumb. Good if you want to send a message. Bad if you're trying to hide and keep out of sight."     The cape unfurls, and the Hellspawn is revealed in full. Black white and red, chains coiled around his waist and around his legs and biceps. Spiked gauntlets gleaming dangerously.     "So what message are you trying to send, little miss Baywatch?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' She tenses slightly as her vampire senses pick up a strange scent, and spins around to face him, body tensed, stake at the ready. It probably wouldn't do any good against this demon though, unless he was a vampire, and he doesn't smell like one. All the same, it seems everyone and everything has been coming after her lately, and what's the diff between one demon and another? "Who says I'm trying to do either of the above?" she retorts, swinging out her stake at his face, following with a quick sidekick aimed at the mid section. "I dunno who or what you are, but I've had a rough day as it is, so back off!" she snarls, baring those telltale vampire fangs. 

:'''{{#var:1490|Spawn (1490)}} has posed:'''     The stake strike is blocked with a forearm, battering away the woman's attack even as the sidekick hits flush against the big man's sternum and hits with enough force to stagger him back a step or two. He sees the fangs, and his earlier suspicions are all but confirmed. There was now only one final test, which came as the Hellspawn raised and pointed his right hand in her direction. Grasped in those pointed clawed fingers was an uzi, cocked ready and loaded. One trigger-squeeze later and the night was filled with the sounds of automatic gunfire as 32 rounds were emptied from a magazine, all of them aimed directly at the woman's midsection and torso.     "Yeah, and it's about to get a lot fucking worse."     He knew this wouldn't kill...most likely. But he'd been dealing with enough of these things to know that they had a pain response. Which meant it was possible to have a little fun during these hunts. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers isn't sure exactly what she's up against, but he's sure a helluva lot stronger than any mere vampire she has fought before. Her eyes widen as he knocks away the strike, but she manages to hold onto the stake nonetheless. She freezes though as he aims the gun at her, twisting and turning and flipping this way and that to dodge at least some of the bullets. She's pretty skilled for a vampire, a pretty young one at that, and must have been exceptionally trained in life. Yet at such a close range she can't dodge them all. A few bullets hit their mark and she cries out, staggering to one knee. Oh yes, that many bullets would severely injure, even kill a normal human, but she is clearly not normal. She glares up at him, clutching at her bloody stomach even though it doesn't seem to have dealt a lethal blow. Still hurts though. "What kind of demon are you? As if I didn't have enough trouble with vamps and cults on my tail too.." she mutters. 

:'''{{#var:1490|Spawn (1490)}} has posed:'''     "The bloodsucker is calling me a demon. That's rich."     Spawn put his uzi down, seemingly to pass it to the inner folds of his cape which wrapped around his hand and, when it pulled away, the weapon it seemed was nowhere in sight. Talk about convenience. At the same time, the chains started to uncoil from around his body, hovering in the air like tendrils that sway this way and that. And, since 'Buffy' was close enough, she might actually be able to hear the serrated skulls on the end 'hissing' like cobras.     "I came back from Hell, to try and fix my mistakes. And figured that while I'm here, I might as well send creatures like you in my stead. So it's time for you to make a decision, before you prey on any more innocent lives: Do you want it slow? Or do you want to get it over with?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns, climbing back to her feet, glaring back at him. He sure is persistent, isn't he. "Sorry, can't help it, I was made this way. What's your excuse?" she narrows her eyes at him, watching his moves warily as he ticks away the uzi and pulls out..Chains? "Soo what, you're gonna strangle me to death? News flash, I'm already dead. Well, technically I suppose. I mean things are kinda complicated right now." she clenches her fits, looking down at her rather wimpy looking stake in comparison and shrugs. "I mean to be fair, I don't prey on innocent lives. Not that I'd expect a *demon* to believe me but..!" and Buffy doesn't hesitate to get the first strike in if she can, rushing at him, hurling the stake at his face with well practiced precision and speed before ducking under as many chains as she can, attempting to foot sweep him, not once or twice but thrice in a row. Just in case the first one misses. 

:'''{{#var:1490|Spawn (1490)}} has posed:'''     The stake is easily snatched out of the air, a red 'gloved' hand grabbing the weapon and briefly examining it even as Buffy slipped in closed, sweeping the Hellspawn's legs right out from under him. Simmons went down hard, rolled to his feet-and went down again, falling for her trick hook line and sinker.     That meant that on the third roll he was ready for her, and pissed. Her leg lashed out, but his chains lashed out quicker to try and intercept her, and wrap around her knee and ankle tightly. Enough to break the skin just ever so slightly, enough to give a squeeze and give her small hint as to the kind of strength he was normally capable of.     Assuming he caught her, the next moment that chain would sweep out, aiming to throw her hard through the air, and not caring where she lands.     "Cute trick, so you're not the typical brain dead vampire. You've even got a little insurance policy against your own kind. None of that means you're one of the good guys." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers is about to dart back once she footsweeps, already pulling out another stake - which is an interesting weapon for a vamp, considering they are traditionally used to slay other vamps. However, he is too quick for her, yanking her feet out from underneath her as those chains snag her and whip her around, slamming her into a tree or too. She yelps as she gets battered hard, struggling to disentangle herself from the chains. "So what, you think you're a good guy, cuz you can beat up people who are weaker than you?" 

:'''{{#var:1490|Spawn (1490)}} has posed:'''      The tall man approached slowly, chains swaying and waiting for their chance to strike and maim. The telltale signs of morning were starting to show, the subtle feeling of warmth washing over all things moments before the light visibly shows up. For his part, Spawn glanced over his shoulder at the eastern sky for a moment, before he held out his hand, and his cape seemed to move and wrap around him. In moments it became a bastard sword, gleaming and dangerous even as Spawn turned back to regard the vampire.     "When you wake up in Hell, tell whoever you see that Spawn is the one who sent you. Try not to scream when they pull you apart over and over for a thousand years." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Okay, so this day started out pretty bad, and it just got worse from there. She manages to wriggle free of the chains, backing away as he pulls out the sword, "I mean seriously, where on earth do you keep all those toys anyway?" She smirks as she pulls out about three more stakes well aware that the Dawn is rapidly approaching. If she can just slow him down a bit before making her exit. "Boy, aren't you arrogant. What makes you think you're gonna win this fight? Tell em yourself when you get there, here, let me help you with that!" She rushes at him again, tossing all three stakes at once, each with deadly accuracy and force although she is not as fast or as strong as she once was. One stake is aimed at his face, one for his sword hand and another at his face. Hopefully it will wound him, or at least distract him enough for her to make her escape. 

:'''{{#var:1490|Spawn (1490)}} has posed:'''     The bad news, Spawn was moving at the same time she was, so none of her stakes hit their exact targets. The good news, is that the first hit his throat, the second pierced his heart and the third loged itself deep in the man's shoulder. Glowing green necroplasm splashed outward, and unless Buffy's reflexes were as fast as they were in the past, it seemed her cute pink top was going to become a bit less cute. Additionally, she now had to worry about a fast backhanded strike from that left hand of his. He was strong enough that he might send her flying, and the three metal spikes over the back of his fist would be very uncomfortable if he made contact. But she wouldn't have to worry about a follow up. As the sword was dropped and very quickly turned back into a cape, it seemed the 'Demon' was focused on pulling those weapons free from his body. He was not happy about the current state of affairs. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Okaaay, this is definitely not good. She's not sure what exactly she's up against, but whatever it is, Buffy is no longer equipped to deal with it. She cartwheels to the side, avoiding a direct, potentially lethal strike from the deadly necroplasm, but it nonetheless slashes her across her stomach and chest, partially burning through her shirt and reducing it to rags. The damage to her skin is worse and she screams in pain, staggering to the ground for a moment. "Dammit.." she mutters. Who or what, is this guy? She barely had time to recover from that when he slams those spiked knuckles into her face, sending her flying, crashing into another tree. She's bleeding quite heavily by now and if it weren't for her vampiric constitution, she'd probably be dead by now. At least he's busy pulling those stakes out at the moment, but Buffy isn't gonna take any chances. She pulls out a smoke bomb and tosses it in his direction,hopefully he's not immune to the blinding effects. She doesn't pause to see if it worked or not, and simply staggers away to safety as quickly as she can.. 
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12586/Who's Who: A lonely Christmas Memory

2020-12-28T21:41:12Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/12/26
|Location=Drop Dead Investigations - O.G.
|Synopsis=Buffy encounters another familiar face who helps her discover the source of her amnesia.
|Cast of Characters=328,175
|Tinyplot=Who's Who
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Ahh, it's Christmas day, and what a day it's been. Gotham has been snowing, mostly, and the skies were overcast for most of the day. Bludhaven, which is not far from Gotham experienced some similar weather. It made it easier for the vampires to lurk about, not even caring about a sacred day such as this. But not all vampires are evil, at least this particular one is starting to have second thoughts about her career.. She had been wandering about Bludhaven over the last several days, and eventually something had pulled her into Gotham as well, although she wasn't even sure what it was, exactly. It was like a memory, tugging at the edge of her mind, always in the periphery, then flitting away the moment she tried to pursue it. A flash of a sign that read 'Drop Dead Investigations'. A business card that that other blonde woman had dropped that shared the same name. A face of a young but tired looking man with a limp. And then she suddenly found herself breaking into a more anxious jog as sunlight suddenly broke through the clouds. She needed a safe haven, and quickly. Reaching the place, she knocks anxiously on the door. "Hello?" 

:'''{{#var:175|Nolan Voight (175)}} has posed:''' As the old saw goes, 'It ain't a fit night (or day) out for man or beast'. A sudden flurry, bordering on a blizzard, has moved into Gotham this Christmas Day shutting down what little was still open and keeping people inside with their friends or families to enjoy the holday. The snow and the wind insulating them from the usual Gothamy nonsense. Even the bad guys seems to be staying in. Alas. Nolan has neither family or friends. At least no living ones. His usual retinue of ghostly companions, his 'posse' are gone for the evening; Back to their original haunts or watching over the families as some ghosts do.. Only one remains. The 19th century scullery maid Anyanka who sits in a corner sewing something out of threads of aether and ectoplasmic threads, every one in a whilee looking up and at her 'charge', Nolan, giving him worried glances. The basement suite is warm and almost rosy, the lamplight and cheap strings of LEDS providing SOME holiday cheer. Not that Nolan put them up. He isn't ure WHO did it, really, but bets it was those damned faeries. HE sits in an old, beat up, reclcining chair, a tumbler of burbon in his good hand, and a bottle set on the small tab;e beside him. His bad leg is up on a small stool. The old ghetto blaster is playing behind him.. Mumford & Son's 'Ghosts that we knew.", a bit of a break from his usual rock and punk. When the knock comes at the door, Nolan frowns and looks at the big metal door. He is about to ignore it, pretend that no one is there, but Anyanka suddenly stands and floats to the Door... and the locks open by themselves and the door opens on it's own accord.. "Anyanka?" Nolan says, suddenly sitting straighter. "What are you doing?!?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' In steps..Well, she doesnt *look* like a familiar face, and in fact, she looks like a stereotypical blonde bimbo, the type you might see on supermodel magazines, all airbrushed and way too tall and too skinny and too busty. Even her attire leaves much to be envied, sporting black leather pants, a short pink and white floral halter top that leaves her stomach mostly bared. And a short denim jacket that could hardly keep anyone warm in this weather. Odd though, that her breath doesn't even show in the cold winter air, nor does she seem to be particularly cold. In fact, she seems more wary of the sunlight outside, than the cold weather. Whatever the case, the young woman is quite relieved to find a safe haven, although she doesn't exactly notice the ghost, finding the door pushes open on its own. And better yet, she is able to come in without an invitation. Odd.. "Hello? Is anyone in here?" she peers around. 

:'''{{#var:175|Nolan Voight (175)}} has posed:''' As an answer, Anyanka The Ghost floats back as the door opens and even though Buffy cannot see her, she continues flooting rearward until she passes through the wall. Ouyt of sight of even Nolan. The look on her face is mayhps a bit mischevious as she dissapears. Before Nolan can even BEGIN to figure out what is going on, the rather staturesque Blonde bimbo in leather appears in his doorway and the psychic with the crippled leg blinks. "Uhm... Ooookay. I'm pretty sure I would remember if I ordered a stripper. And if someone else sent you I dunno how to thank them.." he sort of drawls, confused and maybe a litle amused, but thats when his Darksight focusesand he suddenly pushes himself up and stands. "Okay, Vampy.. I thought your type would be taking a day off today." he says as black energy starts to dance among his fingertips.. But then his Darksight focuses even more and he realizes this vampire had a SOUL... Which is RARE. And this one is a FAMILIAR soul. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to /you/ Buffy?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' She hovers on the landing for a few moments, freezing as she sees that this place is not vacant. Of course not. There's a guy here, a vaguely familiar guy although she can't quite place his name, or the memory attached to it. And the energ crackling on his finger tips snaps her attention back to the here and now. She frowns softly, holding out her hands as if in surrender. "Hold on a sec, I'm not here to cause trouble, I just..." Oh. There's that name again. She frowns softly, confused. "Buffy. That's what he called me too. Why? I don't get it.." The woman sighs softly, rubbing her head. And if Nolan looks closely, he will realize that her soul is not the only thing in the wrong place.. There it is, around her head..Numerous tiny demonic entities, invisible to the naked eye, preying on her memories..Could that be why..? 

:'''{{#var:175|Nolan Voight (175)}} has posed:''' Well Holy crap.. This is new. Buffy is somehow possessing a vampire's body.. It can't be voluntary, can it? Like, it's not an ability she herself posseses, like him... and something is FEEDING of the possessor.. And he makes a face as he recognizes the creepy little spectral bastard. He's seen them before. "He? Well whoever /he/ is, he called you buffy because that is your name." he tells her, slowly. The dark energ stops sparking and begins coalescing slowly in his palms, pooling like black ooze, wet looking yet not. "And you came here because you felt this place was safe.." he finishes for her. "Trust me, I get that. You.. well.. Your soul has been here before.. and your spirit remembers it if your mind doesn't." he explains. "If you trust me, even if you don't know why, then please come in and close the door behind you." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks slowly, nodding thoughtfully at his words. "Um, some guy named Thomas. Who apparently knows me. Or her or..I dunno.." she sighs, rubbing her temples. "To be honest, it's been a confusing week. I mean, I *thought* I was a vampire named Tiffany, but..Apparently I can't bring myself to feed on any humans, and recently I turned against my vamp friends and dusted them all with this.." She pulls out a wooden stake, made from a tree branch. Not fashionned as well as her usual stakes, but it worked in a pinch. The way she flips and twists it playfully in her hand suggests she is somehow quite adept at using them, without even understanding how, or why. Still, he offers safe haven, and she nods and smiles, stepping in. "Thank you. I think I trust you, although I'm not sure why. You've obviously met this..Buffy before, I presume?" 

:'''{{#var:175|Nolan Voight (175)}} has posed:''' Okay, a smirk does form on Nolan's lips. "Tiffany.." he repeats, true amusement in his voice. "Of course you are." Then he stares at the presented tree branch, and the WAY which it is presented, and nods slowly. "Yep, and Buffy too." he says with a resigned sigh. "This is the oddest chgristmas predsent I've ever got." he mutters and motions her to the venter of the large throw rug with it's cushions. "Well Miss.. uhm.. Tuffy. Biffiany? THe fact is you are, at the momnent, BOTH Buffy and Tiffany, yet neither of you remember yourselves or the other." he lowers himself down onto oe of the cushions. "Which should alsnwer if I've met Buffy before. SHe's an.. aquainatce of mine. Nice girl, The Tiffany side will probably be pissed, or wet her pants, when she finds out who she's sharing hooters with but whatchya gonna do, Amiright?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sighs, and shrugs, "Well, i'd hardly call it a Christmas present at all. AT least not for me." she nods though, relieved for a chance to rest, and a safe haven and she settles on one of the cushions with a tired sigh. "So..How do you know all this anyway? Your card said you're a..Psychic investigator? Or something? You think you can help me..Figure out whatever is going on?" 

:'''{{#var:175|Nolan Voight (175)}} has posed:''' Ugh, sitting crosslegged sucks. His legbrace allows it, of course, but it isn't comfortable and the usual amount of pain he lives with on a constant basis goes up a notch or two. And the constant pain level he lives with is at least a 6, so.. But, he wants toe put Buffarella here at ease.. and mages and psychic (of which he is, sadly, both) tend to sit around like they practice Yoga.. The ratty bastard. "Well if you /had/ been a stripper, I'm sure my christmas would've been MUCH much brighter." he says with a snort. "Too bad thats not the way my luck runs. So, as to how I know all 'this'... Well, the card doesn't lie. I /am/ a psychic investigator. And how that works is, believe it or not, I /am/ a psychic. I know what evil lurks in the hearts of men. I see dead people.. I stand between this world and the next!.." he says all this with mock Vincent price-like drama, then shrugs it off. "And... yadda yadda yadda. Anyways, simplified, I deal with The Dead, Ghosts, spirits, demons, angels... all kinds of other etheral energies and beings. Vampires sorta fall in there because, you know, the whole dead thing. And I'm effective at what I do is I /see/ these 'things' like you see everyday life. And right know I see Tiffany's bodacious bod, which by the way makes me wonder how she still has those implants after becoming a vampire and if they provide any protection from stabbity-stabbities, and Buffy's Soul-Self WEARING Tiffany like a Barbarella costume. And, some nasty lil critters feeding on /both/ your memories." Which is why I had you sit right here, with me, on the nice rug. To keep you contained..." he says and presses his DARK filled hands against the rug beneath them. The fabric's colour dulls, and then blow away like ash.. and the ash itself becomes smoke and vanishes.. revealing an intricate magic circle etched deeply into the concrete floor. The black ectoplasm pours like blood from his hands and fill the etched circle and there is a dark flash as a threshold like shield encircles them both. "And /Not/ just so I could enjoy the your busom bouncing while you sat." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles a little, clearly amused by his antics. "I mean, being a vamp and all, I can hardly say I dont believe in psychics. Or ghosts for that matter. But.." she frowns, "So you're saying I really DID swap bodies with this other girl then? How do I get it back? And..And my memories? Something's wrong there too, right?" She blinks at the ash and the magic circle, tensing, "Wait, what are you doing?" 

:'''{{#var:175|Nolan Voight (175)}} has posed:''' Sitting a few feet across from the vamp/vamp slayer, facing her directly, Nolan's mismatched eyes start to 'bleed'. From the top down, the schlera fills with that oily darkness until both eyes are solidly black. His Darksight, always running non-stop, intensifies and the real world fades from it's half-there quality to nothing. Only The Dark, that shadow world, remains. Roiling around them like some dark stormy version of reality. Think.. when Frodo puts on the one ring. Thats what everything turns to. "Yes. Somehow you were swapped around. with enough left over that each of you have some.. identity issues from the echoes of the other." he informs her as he brings his hands up in front of him. He starts making arcane gesture, his breathing changing. Like Doctor Strange or Constantine, a matrice of mystic energy appears around his hands, circles and symbols and glyphs. But unlike theirs, glowing with white or golden energies, his are.. They aren't black. They are the opposite of light. black-light? "Since I don't know the exact method, I can't just undo it with a simple ritual or a single process.. and I would need to get rid of the little memory eater bastards anyways. And thats a whole can of worms in and of itself. It requires a major exorcism usually. I can do those but They are a pain in the ass, time and resource consuming, and very loud on the spiritual plane so.." Fingers start making new glyphs and symbols in the air, and then he reaches out and a tendril of Dark lashes out from each digit and skewer each of the critters.. They squeel, in their demon way, but they are lodged deep in the memories.. anchored. But that is fine. "I'm gonna cheat. These things take memories they eat to their queen, in hopes of earning her affections. So I'm going to add some of my own memories to their bellies. And when they are full they will disconnect, like leeches. And then they will head off to the queen. And when she rejects them they will bring them all back. And while they are gone, I will inoculation you against any more infection from them.." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' She watches, eyes wide - not in horror or fear, but more..Curiosity, fascination, even though she should know better. Buffy has never been a particularly gifted witch, although Tiffany had some magical talent. "Memory eaters, huh? I guess they found my memories..Tasty?" she shivers at the thought. Not exactly a good thing. "Soo, they're like..Magical leeches? How'd those things get in my head in the first place? Did someone put them there? How long will it take for me to get my memories back.?" 

:'''{{#var:175|Nolan Voight (175)}} has posed:''' Those fingers flex and bend and twist.. one of the hands seemingly requiring more effort to be manipulated than the other.. THOSE fingers are heavily scarred, like some grevious injury had befallen them. She can see the pain in his face as he moves them, but he doesn't stop. It is like a cross between puppeteering and sculpting. "Tasty is a good word.." he says... not really looking at her. More like THROUGH her. "They like SPECIAL memories, preferably ones that are pleasant to you. The more you suffer from the loss of those memories, the better they taste." he explains.. And then he stiffens, and lets out a moan. "Okay.. made the connection.. and he focuses on his own memories and.. pushes. Like a flow, he relives scenes from his past. Small terrible moments over his life.. from being a child in the terrible gotham foster system to living on the streets as a cripple.. as a junkie.. And then scenes from being in prison. Tiny parts of all the beatings, the humiliations, and even worse things he has experienced in his lifetime. Oh, and he is smart about it. He doesn't cut his whole memories, but instead uses clips.. like a montage. So that while the memories are gone *for now) they aren't FULLY gone.. SO he won't lose context. A master editor. ANd shee can feel them. see them, relive the bits.. the terrible depridations he has suffered. at least a small bit of them. And when the critters get fuyll they shudder and *pop* off.. shivering as they jump into the darkness of the otherealm... And Nolan shudders and drops his hands.. panting and eyes. "Okay.. thats that.." he grunts.. "It could take a while until they come back. Few days.. a week maybe.." he says as he finally looks up and drops the circle. "They will come back like.. Deja Vu. Sadly I can't tell who sent them. Maybe when they come back to return the memories.. BEcause someone would have had to have summoned the queen And the drones will have her latest 'vibe' which I can maybe try and use to figure out who hired her." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' She frowns a bit as she eyes the scars on his fingers. Probably wondering where he got them, but too polite to ask. Besides, he's probably busy with the current issue at hand. "Special memories huh. Like remembering important people in my life.." She sighs, wondering what other special memories might have been stolen. And then there are HIS memories, invading her mind, and she shivers as she feels them. Dammit, this poor man. "Geez, that's..That's terrible. What you went through. I'm sorry.." But that must have taken its toll on him. Buffy frowns as she watches him with some concern. "Thank you, I think? Are you gonna be okay though..?" 

:'''{{#var:175|Nolan Voight (175)}} has posed:''' Yeah, even those clips of his memories gave enough context to tell him his leg and his hand have always been the way they are. And that he ha sliterally not known a day of no pain at all. Even before prison when he was a junkie, though it was hard to tell if it was the physical pain, the pain of all the spirits and ghosts, or the combination of various abuses that forced him into extreme self medication. The dark ectoplasma (not ectoplasm, ectoPLASMA) seeps from his eyes like black tears which he wipes away with a Big Belly Burger napkin and he shrugs. "Exactly like the memories of important people in your life." he tells her. "It's teh connections we make that these little assholes uyse to find their NEXT feeding ground." His face mostly clean he looks at the Vampric Bimbo and it's Vamp Slayer controller and... well.. he looks away again. "You don't need to be sorry." he says, maybe a BIT gruffly. "We all have our dark times. We all have our scars. I'm no differant or deserving then anyone else." he says with the conviction of a man who believes it because he BEAT himself into believeing it. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Her frown just deepens a bit at that, as she does gain some insight into his life. How very sad. She can't help but not feel sorry for him, and not necessarilly in a pitying kind of way, because she's pretty sure he wouldn't want that, but.. "Can't help it, I hate to see people in pain, people suffering. You deserve so much better than that." she leans over, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder. Only for a brief moment, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable if he's not the touchy-feely sort. "But, I suppose you're right, we all have our crosses to bear, some more than others. All the same, I guess I owe you one." Buffy sighs, glancing out the window. "Well, looks like night has finally fallen and the sun's gone down. I..Should get going, and maybe look up this Thomas guy. Said he could help me, seemed to know a bit more about what was going on, and apparently he's got her...Me? Back at the Blue Lady. So.." She rises slowly to her feet. "Thank you, Nolan. I'm sure we'll meet again..?" 

:'''{{#var:175|Nolan Voight (175)}} has posed:''' Yeah.. He /isn't/ the most touchy feely of people. She SORT of knows that. But it's more obvious by the way he DOESN"T pull back when she touches his shoulder. Because tht vampire part of her KNOWS he wants to pull away. But yet he doesn't... He endures it. For her. Because it's not her fault he's the wy she is. "Wel all do. Even Tiffany there deserved more thn she got. I hope that when things go back to normal.. That she has SOME of your memories.. To help her realize that she can fight what she is. " he says, though part of him knows that it probably won't help or happen but.. He looks to the door, and shakes his head as the locks begin unlocking again. Anyanka. Yeesh. "Yeah, you better get back. If you stay close to your body, it will be easier for you to transfer back. You still have my card. That has my number. Call or thave this Thomas dude call me if you need help." he tells her as he turns back to face her. "Look at it this way, Kid. Even if you die, I'll still see ya." he says with a smirk. "I'll make sure your voice is heard. Be safe. Hell, you BOTH be safe." that remartk for the lil bit of tiffany that may residestill in her.. them.. Gah, freakin posessions mindswaps! 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers smiles and nods. "Right. I guess no one really chooses to be a vampire. Not if they know what it's really about. It's probably not the life I'd want to live if I can help it..Just hope I can figure things out soon." she heads for the door, but pauses briefly, and smiles, "Well, I suppose that's always true...Merry Christmas, Nolan." And with that, she's gone again. 
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12585/Who's Who: The Graveyard Before Christmas

2020-12-28T21:40:57Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/12/24
|Location=Brendan Cemetery, Sunnydale
|Synopsis=Mercy runs into a body-swapped Buffy and helps her fend off vampires.
|Cast of Characters=328,99
|Tinyplot=Who's Who
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' T'was the night before Christmas, and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...But there were tons of vamps lurking in the cemetary, because apparently vamps don't celebrate Christmas. Or if they do, it's quite a bit different, and involves feasting on wayward humans that manage to stumble, lost, into their domain.. It's really not the Christmas that Tiffany had hoped for, but to be honest, she doesn't really remember any past Christmases, or any past...Anything. Maybe it's because she only 'woke' up a few weeks ago. Or that's how it feels. She had been dragged out here with some of her vampire 'friends', and honestly, you kind of have to stick together with other vamps, with all the heroes lurking about, trying to kill you. But as always, she backed off on the latest feeding, and simply could not bring herself to feed. In fact, watching them feeding, she feels the need to...To do something..But what? 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' Mercy's out for a night time jog. Work's slow. Mercy's, well, she's sort of closed up early and is out here forr a run. She's got a wrench in hand, true, and she's smart enough to keep one of her used wrenches, not one of her main ones. This one's got grease on it, and....rusted bits of Bug and Jetta and things. Apparently, Mercy can bring a club to a vampire fight. Alright. A wrench, if needed. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' There are maybe six vamps out tonight. Three are still lurking about the tombstones. Two are stalking a couple. A third hangs around Tiffany, chatting with her. "I mean, come on, why are you acting soo weird? You don't want to feed, dont want to kill. It's like..Like you're neutered or something, like that Spike guy." The vamp talking to Tiffany is a petite brunette with a braid halfway down her back seems almost concerned. She does notice Mercy however and smiles wickedly, moving towards her. "Well, here comes dinner, wanna join me?" Turning to Mercy, she puts on a sweet, helpless look. "Oh, excuse me miss, do you have a phone? My car broke down, and I really need to get home to my family..It's soo cold and creepy out here, please help me!" 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' Mercy shakes her head and sighs. "No, and no. If your car's close I can take a look mind" she offers though she can tell when people are lying, thank you Coyote and his nose. Thank you for that one. So she gives that look, that skeptical look at the vamp and Tiffany, as Mercy shakes her head again, and grits her teeth. "Why didn't you call for help, why are you asking me? Surely you've got insurance and a car and membership right?" Mercy adds looking just a little unhappy. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The brunette smiles sweetly still, arching a brow at the wrench. "Ooh, are you a mechanic? That's cool, let me take you to it. By the way, do you have the time?" she is definitely looking for an opening, and Mercy's nose can easily smell the vamp in her. Tiffany watches warily, and notices another vampire sneaking towards Mercy from behind. She sighs. Okay, enough is enough. She can't just stand here and let another innocent get hurt. "Look out! They're vampires!" she warns and rushes and tackles the guy behind Mercy. Meanwhile the brunette bares her teeth, attempting to punch Mercy in the face. They may be fairly new vampires, but they're still at least 5 times stronger than your average human. 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' Mercy's the daughter of Coyote, and practices shi she kai can, a martial art designed for close quarters battle. Leaning back she spins and watches, before ducking and rolling. She grew up with werewolves, so...and werewolves did not play easy with the little coyote girl, so... That and she has a wrench, too. Which she swings quickly. Sure, she's not as fast or as tall or as muscly as a werewolf, but....fast, agile 'yote is quicker on her feet. That and she's fairly sure if she's dead, her father will not be pleased. And now who will run the shop if she's dead? Probably Jo. Which would be admittedly interesting, but...Mercy's not going down easy. So the wrench swings through the air. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Hey!" the girl yelps as Mercy dodges the punch and comes in quick with the wrench. She snarls as she brings up her hands to block the wrench, make a grab for it, and misses. "Ouch!" she yelps again, staggering back. That swing might have cracked a wrist or seriously hurt another person but this is a vamp. She grins wickedly, attempting to kick at her several times, trying to shove her into a nearby tree. Tiffany meanwhile, has her hands full, fighting the other vamp, who is a bit startled and surprised by the attack, staggering back as he spins around to exchange blows with the blonde vampire. Too bad she doesn't have a stake with her, but that tree branch might work, and she shoves him towards said branch, impaling him on a particularly strong branch. He yelps as he explodes in a burst of dust. Which alerts two more vamps who snarl as they spin around on her. "Tiffany? What are you doing? Why did you betray us?" they snarl, and a third vampire joins them, surrounding Mercy and Tiffany. 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' Thud. Mercy, meet tree. Fine, Four paws here goes nothing. Which leads to the silly sight of a coyote in jogger pants, socks and a sports bra. Because...well...Mercy, in her canine form, is working her way out of it and wriggling free, then takes off sprinting, as in, flat out running. Sixty miles an hour give or t. Which is fast either way...see, Mercy can probably run rings around people. Vampires? Not....well...depends how agile they are. Or if they can run freeway speeds. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The vampires pause for a moment, staring at Mercy as she quickly shifts into coyote form. "Hey! What the...!" some of them take off after her in a sprint, and hey, they're pretty fast, but probably not fast enough to outrun a coyote. Meanwhile, some of them surround Tiffany, two grabbing her by the arms while a third punches her in the mid section. "what the heck do you think you're doing? We take you in and now you betray us?" one of them snarls even as she struggles to break free. "Well, looks like your little coyote friend abandonned you, guess we'll have to teach you a lesson!" another powerful punch is thrust into her midsection by the big, muscular vampire that talks to her now. She cries out in pain, really wishing the coyote hadn't just fled..And left her here..But you know..She's a vamp and all too.. 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' Nah, Mercy's just angling to get a better path to the vampires, and she's click clacking her way, nails clicking, over to them, only it's a flat run. Now if Mercy had any help, well, she'd appreciate that. She's doubting she can get her jaws around a vampire and tear its throat out, or, or....something. Instead she's literally running interference, because Mercy's brains, not brawn. Short of distracting the vampires, well, she's not really got much in the way of tricks, aside from her cute furred self, or...or...well, distracting vampires is the one she keeps on coming back to. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The two vamps continue to chase after Mercy, distracting one of the ones holding Tiffany long enough for her to side kick one of them, twisting free of the other. Huh. That tree branch came loose. She ducks and rolls to grab the sharp pointed stick and stabs it into the nearest vamp's chest, which also explodes into dust. "Huh..why does this feel so...Familiar? Could it be true what that guy said? Did I really swap bodies with the slayer?" "Slayer? What the...Gack!" another vamp is dusted, leaving the muscular guy, and the two which now rush at Mercy, attempting to pincer attack and tackle her to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' Mercy plants a paw, pivots and books it away from he vamps again. She's trying to get them to run into each other, and hopefully take themselves out of the fight. Not too different tpo growing up with werewolves chasing her. Same deal. Big slower than her things run into each other and go thud. Or in other words. Keep them on their....do vampires have toes? Huh, well, whatever they have for toes, and keep them running into each other, if Mercy can pull that off. See. She's given...wait is that a Slayer? She's given whoever /that/ is, a way to deal with one vamp. See, vamps out of the fight. Mercy's evening the odds in her own coyote-ish way. By running fast. Speed kills, they say. Speed kills....vampires. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The two vamps after Mercy don't seem terribly bright. Or maybe not as agile as the coyote as she lures them in then darts out of the way at the last moment. "Gah!" they yell as they crash into each other, momentarily dazed and tangled up. Buffy(?) narrows her eyes, turning on the last vamp, who seems considerably more skilled, to exchange a few blows with her. But this Buffy isn't as strong as the Slayer. She seems to be holding out pretty well at first, with her more advanced combat techniques, and a bit more speed and agility on her side. But he's strong and tougher than he looks, and barely flinches at her well placed kicks. And then, she doesn't move quite fast enough, eyes widenned in surprise as he footsweeps her off her feet, then pins her to the ground. "Damn traitor! I'll show you what happens to traitors!" Is this the end..? 

:'''{{#var:99|Mercy Thompson (99)}} has posed:''' Job done. At least that one, Mercy growls and flattens her ears, then lifts her head and...howls, because if she can bring any of her coyote bretheren, even the wild ones to help out here and go after the vampires, why not... Besides. Ain't no rule saying Mercy can't cheerlead for...metaphorically speaking, cheerlead for her coyote kin. right? Right? So, she howls again, a loud, full on coyote howl, he sort that's 'hey, trouble over here' type howl...as Mercy then makes a beeline, coyotline, whatever it is, for the vamps holding the girl down...as Mercy snaps her jaws. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks as Mercy comes in and distracts the vamp. It's enough of a distraction for her to head butt it and reach for her stake, stabbing it before it explodes. Once that happens, she gets to her feet and after a brief glance and nod to Mercy for her thanks, she runs off into the night. 
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12579/Who's Who: Hunting the Hunter

2020-12-28T21:40:42Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/12/22
|Location=Brendan Cemetery, Sunnydale
|Synopsis=Thomas encounters Tiffany again and tries to earn her trust, one way or the other.
|Cast of Characters=328,7044
|Tinyplot=Who's Who
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' As night falls on the cemetary, that's when all the creepy crawlies come out. You'd think that vampires would think to take a break at Christmas time at least..But no. They're out here in full force, and it looks like there's a new vamp gang in town. Whatever the case, they are here, lurking about the tombstones, hunting for a good meal. And on a particularly mild winter evening, there are a few people out for a stroll. Oh, and an old homeless guy, who is scrounging around in a nearby garbage can, searching for scraps. A glint of green metal catches his eyes, and he pulls out what looks like some sort of metallic chinese finger trap..Except it's broken. But hey, it might be worth something. Too bad he's not the only one out hunting tonight. A shadow falls over him as a tall, muscular vampire grabs him and slams him against a tree, stifling his mouth as he tries to scream. And then he starts to feed, pausing only briefly to glance at the girl next to him. "Come on, Tiffany, you gotta eat something, here! He's a bit old and dirty, but better than nothing!" The young woman, tall and spindly, a little too skinny, busty - although that bust looks like it's all plastic surgery, as does most of her body - a fake tan and platinum blonde hair that is too long to be real - probably extentions? She steps forward, her too-perfect collagen injection lips formed into a slight frown as she catches the man.. And it's really hard for her to resist that blood, being a hungry vampire and all, even though it just..Feels wrong. But she needs to eat. And so she takes a sip or two. Just enough to stave off the hunger, not enough to kill. She lets go of the guy before the muscular vamp catches him again. "Awe, what's wrong? Lost your appetite?" Tiffany shrugs, "Just not hungry, I guess." With a sigh, she leans against a tree, watching as three more vamps come out of the woodwork, attacking a small family that went for a walk nearby. Really..Is this all it's cut out to be? Why...Does it feel so wrong? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' And then two of the vamps attaching the family go up in ash. A pair of crossbow bolts dropping to the ground where they had been standing. A figure like a ghost in white steps out of the shadows and aims the crossbow at the muscular feelo and shoots at him too. It's not fair, he's never eaven used one of the damn things before. Thomas looks around, eyes locking on Tiffany. "There you are." He says with a sigh. "I've been looking all over for you." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The first two vamps dont even have a chance to react as the crossbows find their mark. As they go up in dust, the couple scream, catching their breath, glancing at each other then flee the scene. The homeless man stumbles forward, dropping the green metallic device and he too flees, the moment the muscular vampire is dusted. Tiffany's eyes widen, stepping back, frowning slightly as she sees who it is. "You again? What you you want?" she's slowly backing away, knowing full well how strong he is. She only watched him dust a bunch of vamps the other night and tonight again..He nearly killed her the last time and she's not about to take chances. But that crossbow is pretty quick..Can she outrun it? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "Stay where you are," He says simply, "I don't want to hurt you, but I will shoot you in the leg to keep you from running away." He says simply. "I know you are confused right now, but believe it or not I'm here to help you." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Tiffany has her eyes locked on that crossbow, nodding slowly. "I'm listening..What do you want? If you're here to dust me, just do it. No games. I've had enough games for tonight." She arches a brow at the 'help' part and laughs, clenching her hands, stiffening slightly and taking another step back as if she were getting ready to fight. "Here to help me? By threatening to shoot me? By nearly killing me the other day? By killing my..My friends?" she spreads out her arms as if to include the vampires.. Okay, so she barely even knew them, but..They were still allies. They weren't pointing crossbows at her. "You've got a funny idea of 'helping' people." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith shrugs. "Maybe, but you've got to admit that I'm cuter then they were... and I don't do that whole face shify.. GAH.. Thing." He says with a bit of a shudder and a smirk, "As for the thing the other night... Okay my bad on that. Or more accurately someone set us both up." He lowers the crossbow slightly. Even with her Vampiric sped he can still likely raise and fire it before she ran away... And he's not worried about hurting /Tiffany's/ body. "Your name is Buffy. Do you remember that?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Tiffany continues to eye the crossbow, lips moving slightly as if she were making calculations. If she were the slayer, she could easily dodge and/or catch it..But she's just a vampire. Not nearly as fast or as strong. This guy..Whoever or whatever her is, seems pretty strong and fast. "Buffy? Buffy who? My name is Tiffany." She frowns, pausing, as if unsure. It's what one of her vampire friends called her anyway, when they brought her up to speed. "I might have hit my head, doesn't mean I'm stupid. And if you're here to help like you say, you'd toss the crossbow away and talk to me like a civil...Whatever you are." Older vampire maybe? But why all the white? Doesn't dress like one. Hunting down other vamps? 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "Monster?" he suggests blandly and shakes his head. "I could take you down easily enough, but I'm not sure if I could do it without hurting you. This?" he gestures to the bow. "This is just to keep the fact that I can in your frontal lobe." He says simply. Then he shakes his head. "No, you're not. They /think/ you are Tiffany because due to some magical shenanigans by the real Tiffany, you are wearing her body and she's wearing yours. That's why I attacked you the other night. I thought you were her. Didn't know you swapped." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Monster. Yeah, that's funny. Afterall, that's what they call us vamps." she laughs, shaking her head, but hasn't lowered her guard. Not one bit. "What the...What the heck are you talking about? Magical shenanigans? Real Tiffany? I AM the real Tiffany! Where the heck is this all coming from, even?" Tiffany takes another step back, glancing sideways. There's the treeline. If she could make a run for it.. She reaches into her pockets, feeling for something hidden there. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith shoots an Arrow and pegs it into the ground about 6 inches from her foot. "Don't try it. Please." He says simply. "It's like that movie Freaky Friday with Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan and that guy who played Gibbs on NCIS." He says with a sigh. "She went int your body, you went into hers. But there was some sort of Mojo twist that messed with your memories on top of that. I don't fully understand the mechanics of it. Not my forte. But if you are the real Buffy..." He reaches into an inside pocket of his coat and pulls out a plastic IV bag full of blood. "I'm willing to bet you are starving." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' She has already taken another step back, but the blood is what gets her. He knows Buffy would never harm an innocent if she could help it. Even if she became a vampire. But.. "So what, now you're gonna threaten me and bribe me at the same time? I dont think so.." Eyes narrow. She's made up her mind. In one quick move she pulls out another smoke bomb and tosses it at him. A moment later she kicks at the metallic object at the ground, aiming it at the hand that holds that crossbow. Tiffany may not be The Slayer, and her strength and speed are far below the White Prince's.. But one thing she does retain are her mad skills, much of which is instinctive to begin with, and she relies on that now. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "ZING!" the arrow flies out and hits the smoke bomb in mid air, sending both flying off hamlessly. The silver device however arrives a moment later and easily knocks the crossbow out of his hand. "Empty Night!" he exclaims as the wrenching twists his fingers and he turns to give some sort of chase. "Damnit Buffy, I don't want to hurt you!" he exclaims, trying to close the distance. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' "Stop calling me Buffy!" She yells, clearly mad now, and even as the smoke clears, she whips out a powerful sidekick at his mid section, attempting to shove him back, then follows with a low footsweep for good measure, incase the first kick missed. "I don't know what you're planning, but I sure as hell am not going anywhere with you. Heck, for all I know, you're with the Initiative, and we all know what happens to those vamps." Right, experiments. Chips. Crazy stuf. No thanks. She should really make a run for it, but..Her nose twitches hungrily, diving for one of those blood bags. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith takes the first kick, trying to capture her foot and leg, but misses, which means he gets his with the sweep as well. He is knocked off of his feet but nips up and shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. He's supposed to be the hero here right. Strong words and roaring speeches. Convince her that he is the Knight in shining armor here to rescue her. He's no knight though. He is no hero. So, he cheats. He tries to make a grab for her again, but this time he tries to feed. He has to be careful of course doing that... Vampires don't have allot of life force to start with. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Tiffany is impressed by his quick moves. Initative. Definitely. Not really very heroic. Not an outright villain. Yeah, it fits the bill from what she's heard. She stretches her fingers towards the blood bag..Almost there. He grabs her wrist. Feeds on her. Her eyes widen. "No!" for a moment she hesitates, her grasp on the bag weakens as he feeds on her. "What ARE you?!" there is a mixture of fear and confusion and..And for a moment she seems to stare at him a moment longer, her gaze softening. Just for a moment. Was it the effects of his feeding on her? Did she remember something? But then it's gone as quickly as it came. She reaches out with her free arm, grabbing a handful of snow, flinging it at his face, his eyes, at the same time that she twists free of the grabbed hand, pulling the bloodbag with her as she staggers back, away from him. "I don't know who or what you are, but you sure are no hero.." she mutters, although she seems a little sad, for some reason. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Temperarily blinded, thomas steps back. He wipes the snow from his face. "No Buffy," He says softly. "You're the hero. You saved me. And now I'm just... I trying to get the woman I love back." He tries to keep his voice soft. Tries to sound convincing. He knows he saw... something here... just for a moment... and so... so he asks her the only thing that he thinks might jar her memories. The first thing that pops into his mind... "Can I offer you a slow comfortable screw up agienst the wall?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' She blinks slowly, watching him warily, keeping a safe distance from him. The crossbow is still on the ground between them, where she can see it, make a grab for it - or kick him in the face if he dives for it again. Tiffany doesn't like to fight dirty, but she will, if she has to. To protect herself. "I'm no hero, I'm just some random Vampire trying to survive..And you still haven't told me your name." she shakes her head. "You want me to trust you, but I still don't know who...?" There's that name again. someone he apparently loves. Loved. She frowns, her gaze softening on him for a moment. Then there's that line. That stupid line. Her eyes widen, another flash of recognition and she blinks slowly. "That's the first...!" And then that memory is suddenly gone and she sighs, shaking her head, lip twitching slightly. She seems so lost, confused. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "That's the first drink I ever offered you." He says softly. "I was hunting you that night. Instead? We ended up talking for hours. I'd never felt a connection like that before... Not with anyone." He glances at the crossbow... then stomps on it, smashing it to bits. "I'm no hero. You're right there... but you /are/ the woman who saw the man inside the monster. My name is thomas... and I love you." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' She arches a curious brow at him. "Hunting? What do you mean..I thought you said you didn't want to hurt me. Why do you keep contradicting yourself?" Tiffany shakes her head, utterly confused, but a little curious. And why does this guy...Seem familiar, somehow, send shivers down her spine..? "Thomas huh. But I'm no hero, I've never met you before. And frankly? I don't trust you. I think you have me mixed up with someone else." Still his words seem to affect her somehow. She seems..Confused. And then he smashes the crossbow, and that seems to cause her to relax a bit more. "Why'd you do that? Don't you know, I'm a vampire. I could kill you. If I wanted to. Aren't you afraid of me?" she smirks. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith shrugs. "Your main questions have the same answer. I'm a predator. Like a vampire but different." He says, keeping his eyes on her. "And when I first saw you, I thought you were prey. I was also smart enough to realize that mistake before it killed me." He says mildly amused at the thought. "We've been living together for months now. You were attacked. Your thoughts scrambled. Your name is Barbara Anne Summers. Everyone calls you Buffy. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' That gets her chuckling a bit. "Heh. A predator. I knew it. Like a vampire but...Different?" that causes her to frown, "What on earth is that supposed to mean? Just now, when you touched me, I...I felt something." Something that makes her blush as she hugs her arms. "And now, what do you see me as? Am I still prey? Just another person to feed on? Not that it matters, I'd do the same to you, given the chance. But...Maybe I'm just a little curious." Tiffany smirks a little, "Buffy. Uh-huh. Sure. What a silly name. My name is Tiffany Anne Swailes." funny. They share a middle name at least. "We were definitely not living together. I think I'd remember that. I can see why the girls would fall for you, but I'm not one of them." Eyes narrow a bit. "And I dont like mind games." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "Just another vampire huh?" he asks slightly, smiling just a bit, "Alright then..." And he kneels down in the snow, and takes off his thin shirt revealing his muscular chest. then he turns his head to the side, exposing his neck to her. "I'm White Court. We feed directly on the Life Force of humans. So naturally our blood is richer then most. I however have, for the last nine months, fed almost excessively from the Slayer herself. If you are just a Vampire... prove it." He looks at the blood bag. "That's a hamburger. This is filet minion. So if you are just a vampire, do it.." He puts his hands behind his back and clasps his own wrists. "Because I refuse to live in a world without Buffy in it... but if you are Buffy.. i know you won't be able to. You can't hurt an innocent... and i'm willing to bet my life you can't hurt me either." He closes his eyes. A tear runs down each cheek. He waits. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' She arches a brow. "Soo...Some kind of psychic vampire, huh." she frowns softly at the thought. Another flash of memory hits her and she flinches, clutching her head. She blinks as he takes off his shirt, face redenning a bit as she steps towards him. "Why...? Did this..Slayer girl..THE Slayer really let you feed on her like that? And why are you so delusional that you'd mistake me for her?" Still, a free meal is a free meal...Right? Tiffany steps nearer, nostrils flaring, mm. He smells good. Way better than any old blood bag might taste. Well dangit, he's pretty much offering himself up to her..And she's still pretty hungry. Slipping the blood bag away, Tiffany quickly closes the gap between them, reaching down to touch his neck. Mm, she can smell the blood, feel it pulsing through his jugular. She could kill him right now, take her fill. Her fingers run along his neck, licking her lips, pressing her painted nails against his white skin. But she hesitates, for some reason. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith kneels there, motionless for several long seconds. He lets her war with herself. He knows the struggle she must be undergoing because Empty Night he struggles with it himself every night... Finally he opens his eyes and looks up at her. He said the line earlier... the one that started their relationship. Now he says the one that shaped it. that defined it. That made it possible. "Do you trust me?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Tiffany blinks slowly, clenching her other fist. Dammit. Why is she struggling with this? She's a *vampire*, she's supposed to feed on people. It's what vampires do. It should be second nature to her. She swallows a bit, letting her fingers trail down his neck. Almost gently, almost..Something else. WHY does this feel so...So familiar, somehow? Why does he seem familiar? Tiffany frowns softly, shaking her head. "I don't understand..Why are you crying? Why are you sacrificing yourself for a total stranger?" His question catches her off-guard. Didn't she just tell him he didnt trust her? But that was when he had a crossbow aimed at her. And now..? "I...I don't know. I mean..One moment you've got a crossbow aimed at me, the next you're kneeling at my feet, offering yourself up to me. What kind of game are you playing now?!" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' He looks at her. "No game." He says softly. "I've seen what I will become without you in my life. In just the last two days I've...done things that I only wish I could take back. I needed the crossbow just so that you would listen to what I have to say. I've said it. Come with me and I can offer you protection. Food. Whatever you need until we can return you to yourself. Let me prove to you that you are Buffy." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Tiffany sighs, shaking her head slowly, pulling away. "I just..I don't know. I dunno what to believe. Who to trust. The only thing I know for sure, is that my name is Tiffany. And I'm a vampire.." She takes a step back, frowning softly. "No offense but, for me, its like we're just meeting for the first time. I just...I dunno. I need to think about things." Tiffany pats the pocket with the blood bag. She'd ask for the other two, but that might be a bit inconsiderate of her. Again, she's thinking more like a human than a vampire. It sets something off in her mind and she frowns softly, clutching her head. But then it's gone as quickly as it came. "Sorry, Mr. Raith but..I have to go." She turns and starts to walk off, but hesitates, pausing to glance over her shoulder at him, smiling weakly, "Hey, maybe we'll meet again? And..Thanks..For the blood." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith wants to stop her... He knows that he can't. "Buffy!" he calls out to her and then tosses her the remaining two bags, underhand, one after the other. "There is a night club in town called the Blue Lady. If you change your mind.. or want more answers... go there. tell the doorman that you are there to see Mr. White. He'll let you in." Although to be honest with Tiffany's own...assets... Axe would probably let her in anyway. "Food. Protection. And a real explanation of who you really are. Hell a wine cellar with a bed has got to be better then a crypt right?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' That name again. She frowns, turning around quickly, catching the bags easily, even though she's put considerable space between them by now. "Mr. White..Blue Lady. I'll remember that..Thank you." She gives him a soft smile, although her hands clench a bit at the mention of food and protection. Does..Does she really need any of those? She's always been independent before, but.. "Good bye, Thomas Raith. I'm sure we'll meet again." And with that, Buffy is gone, vanishing into the shadows. 
}}

12571/Who's Who: The After Party!

2020-12-28T21:40:22Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/12/20
|Location=Fort Joseph, Haven
|Synopsis=Buffy and Thomas walk Willow home. Vamps have other plans. A new blonde villain enters the scene.
|Cast of Characters=328,7044,190
|Tinyplot=Who's Who
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The Christmas party had been pretty low key and uneventful. Buffy had hoped that more Scoobies could have arrived like Karrin and Harry, but she also understands that Christmas is a busy time of year too. After some charting, drinks, food and gift exchanges, Buffy had offered to walk Willow home, mostly because she doesn't really live at the apartment in Gotham anymore, having more or less moved in with Thomas full time. be honest, she feels bad and that's half the reason she offered to walk Willow home. She also offered to find a suitable room mate to replace her, soon as she could. "Thanks again during the gift Wils , this could sure come in handy!" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith comes out of the samll underground garage where he keeps his cars. This one is a snow white Corvette that looks like it's going to get a speeding ticket while parked. He pulls up beside the pair of girl's grinning. "Hey sexy ladies, care to take a ride?" he says with that too white smile and grin. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow listened, but she wasn't surprised. "I may be moved to a smaller place. Too bad Spike wasn't looking! Maybe I can pay the rest.." She frowned. She really couldn't afford the whole apartment, and she couldn't risk having just anybody moving in. You're welcome." She nodded. "I was surprised that I could do it. Thanks for my gifts as well.." Thomas brings out a smile. "You know, I can go home by my self. Really!" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers shakes her head, "No really, I I sust! I mean, it's getting oretty cold, and you know the kind if craziness that happens wuth us! Besides.." she sighs, "I'm really sorry about moving out on such short notice, just...You know.." She shrugs helplessly towards Thomas as he arrives. It's pretty obvious that things are advancing pretty rapidly between her and Thomas. This was the inevitable next step. "But I promise I'll look for a replacement?" she is about to take the offered rude but frowns, pausing and strung at some point in the distance. And shivers for some reason... "Huh?" was that a hint of magic on the horizon? 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow shakes her head. "I can't live with anyone. You know.. magic?" She doesn't recognize that she's not talking about her homelife, but, instead, right *here*. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas smiles a little bit, "Out of the Question. This place is literally named Bludhaven. Like Blood is right there in the name. Granted it's spelled with that u with the two dots, but do you know what B-L-Umlaut-D translates to? " He pauses. "Actually it translates to 'Stupid, which is what you'd be if you walked home alone in the dark in this town." he says with a grin... but when Buffy's Scooby sense goes off he shuts off the engine. "What is it?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns, shaking her head," He's right, this place is too dangerous..And I *know* you can take care of yourself, but.." she sighs, glancing back at Thomas distractedly, "I dunno, exactly, just..It feels like a dejavu? Like this has happened before..In a dream..." And with that, Buffy starts to drift off towards a large open field which is all the spookier in the dark, with all the old knarled treees and overgrown bushes and whistling sounds if arctic wind as some snow storm is clearly brewing nearby.. "I need to be here..I need to save those kids..." as if on cue, the sounds if kids crying fir help can be heard in the suddenly foggy park.. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' That's weird.. why would kids be out here in the dark?!? Willow traipses off after Buffy. "Buffy.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith sighs. He looks at the Sky and and then hesitates and looks down at the ground. "Just one Holiday. Just one. Would it really have been that much to ask for you to wait till New Years?" he doesn't follow /immediately/ instead getting into the cars small trunk and pulling out a gym bag... a bag that makes wooden and metallic clacks as he lifts it. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers bites her lip, wrapping her beige trench coat around her shoulders. She hadn't expected to run into trouble but that's so typical with her, isn't it. "Kids screaming, probably in trouble. If this is anything like my dream, then...There are bound to be those cult members from before around." She too sighs, pulling out her tonfa, adjusting them with stakes at the tips. "I guess a Slayer's work is never done. Come on, it came from that direction.." and she hurries off towards a particularly shady part of the park. It doesn't take long to notice the shadowy figures stepping from the darkness of the trees, dressed in last decades fashion, snarling as they surround the three. There are maybe six of them, vampires by the looks of it, getting ready to intercept the Scoobies. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Vampires! Willow prepares a spell to protect them. "Don't you wish they'd at least be different. Every time.. it's getting boring." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smirks a bit walking up with the small duffel bag. "Did you say party? Because I brought party favors." he says as he pulls out a pair of spikes, offering those to Willow before going into the bag for more. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers nods, eyes on a shadowy tree in the distance, "Gess they dint know well enough to stay away..." she frowns, "You two keep those vamps distracted while I track down the kids.." Buffy may have once hesitated to out Willow in danger like this, but she works fir the Justice League now so she's clearly got more firepower than she once did. Besides she knows Thomas has her back. With that in mind, Buffy breaks out into a sprint, outrunning the two vamps who try to cut her off, disappearing into a brush. Meanwhile, those two vamps rush at Willow instead, going for a pincer attack while three others approach Thomas, one of them attempting to tackle him while another goes for a low foot sweep if that fails, and a third pulls out a katana with a wide swing, attempting to slice off his head! 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Eek! There they go! Willow throws up the protection, and immediately begins to cast a second spell - her most favorite spell: Force Lightning. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Note to self: Witches don't need stakes. Thomas blocks the Katana blow with one of the thick shafts of hickory while driving the other into it's unprotected chest of the Vampire moving in for a tackle. He lifts one leg and brings it down for a crushing stomp on the Vamp trying to leg sweep him. He then spins away gracefully, drawing his Kukri knife and smirking at the Katana welding beast. It's not fair he doesn't even study dance. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The two vamps coming at Willow shriek as the lightning stuns them, causing them to stagger and stumble back in confusion fir a few moments. It wasn't quite enough to kill them but their hair and some parts of their clothes. are now on fire. Meanwhile, one of Thomas' vamps is stabbed in the heart point blank and it shrieks as it sinks to the ground, exploding into a burst of dust and smoke. The third vamp shrieks as he stomps on his foot and he snarls, retaliating wuth a good stuff kick aimed at his groin. The first vamp also attempts to move in close and punch him in the face. Buffy is nowhere to be seen, apparently helping those kids.. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "Fire," Willow ponders. "I have to get lightning with fire." But she keeps on scorching the vampires closest to her. "Have you got yours under control? If so, wanna help me?" Not that she was hurting yet. "Hey, have you seen Buffy yet, and the kids?" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' "If there is one thing I have learned dating Buffy? Buffy can take care of herself." he says amused, stepping out of the way of the kick to the groin with tyhe reflexes of any male on the planet who has ever been hit in the "fruits and veggie". "Asshole." He says distanfully and cuts off the offending leg at the knee joint, turning to focus on the one with the sword. "I've got 1 and a half of mine... give me five seconds?" he asks almost casually. God being around Buffy is a bad influence. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The vampires shriek as Willow ends more lightning their way. They were already pretty scorched, now they're pretty much burnt to a crisp. There's really nothing left by the time Willow is through with them. One of Thomas' vamps shrieks in pain as blood spurts from its leg, staggering to its knees. Given the angle of the cut, it ain't take long for it to bleed out and collapse in a ither pile of dust. The last vamp just laughs, rushing at Thomas, attempting to head butt him -this one being much larger than the rest. "You've no idea what you're up against, fools! hah!" he laughs maniacally. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Well, they haven't touched her yet, but the longer they go on.. "Not because she's in danger, but to help her out, and get out of here." Her attention was taken up with her vampires dying. Too soon she was looking about. "Mine are dead. Yours?" But regardless, she was concerned. "Lets go help her with kids." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith spins like a ballerina...or a tornado, the steel flashing snickersnack and the charging vampire rushes past where Thomas was standing while it's head hangs in place for just a moment before falling straight down to the ground. "Before the creature even ashes he nods, "Yeah good plan. I don't like leaving my car on the street. Same reasons you are not walking home. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' With the six vampires dealt with, it won't take long for Thomas and Willow to hear the two crying kids who are further up ahead, still partially tied to a tree. Looks like Buffy tried to free them but was interrupted. The sound of rustling leaves and a battle cry, followed by a pained scream can be heard from a shadowy alcove nearby. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "Oh fuzzbutt!" Willow still doesn't swear. "I'll take care of these. You help Buffy. Go!" 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith head shakes. "You could try Empty Night, it's a little more powerful the Fuzzbuckets I think." He says amused, leaving Willow to the kids and centering in on the screaming, "You better be okay Buffy... you better be okay..." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The kids cry as they reach out towards Willow, "I want my mommie! I'm sooo scared! That mean blonde girl wuth the teeth tried to eat us!" they sob, maybe only six or seven years old. Up ahead, there's the sound of a loud crack and a flash of light as Buffy battles with a tall skinny vamp with bleached blonde hair and a pretty skimpy black leather mini skirt and red bustier. Their hands are clamped together, some sort of blue metallic device like a Chinese finger trap keeps them locked together. As the light clears, both girls stumble to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Shrieking kids are one thing Willow is comfortable with. She pulls several candies out of her satchel. "You were brave! Here have some candy." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith looks to the sky again as if in prayer and says, "You know I try to be a good and decent man. I even stopped using the 10 Commandments as a 'To do' list for my day. Once, just once, why can't I come across my lover locked in mortal combat with another hot blonde in a pool full of chocolate pudding? Is that really so much to ask?" He then sighs drawing his saber, rushing towards the back of the woman Buffy is fighting. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The tall blonde vamp rolls to the side, rubbing her head as she stumbles to her feet and blinks in surprise at Thomas. She backs away, glancing around, fumbling in her pockets for something, then pulls out what looks like a smoke bomb, tossing it at the two of them before fleeing the scene.. Buffy groans and rolls over as well, climbing rather shakily to her feet, coughing a bit as the smoke bomb clouds her vision. "Ughhh.." 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith watches the vamp run off and sighs slightly. He could give chase but instead he slides his blade back into it's sheath behind his back "Here i am dusting Vamps and where do I find you, sitting on that cute little backside taking it easy." He says playfully, reaching down to help her up and smirking. "What was that song and dance all about? 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' The kids seem to calm down as Willow offers them candy, hopefully their binds are fully off by now. Of course it seems the immediate threat is taken care of as the blonde vampire flees into the forest. Buffy swears under her breath, climbing to her feet and wiping the dust off her torn jacket, "Dumb bitch..lMade me chip a nail." she sighs, "At least my dress didn't get ruined much." she smirks, but glances down at the metallic device, still wrapped around her fingers. For some reason that causes her to sneer and she tosses it to the ground, smashing it with her shoe, "Dunno what she was trying to pull but she obviously didn't succeed." Thats when she glances up,at Thomas for the first time, a lustful look in her eyes. Mmm, what a babe. She licks her lips,smirking, "Well now that that's done, let's go home and slip into something more...Comfortable?" she grins wickedly. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow at...well all that. He blinks slightly and offers her a hand up, keeping very careful to not let even a whisper of his Hunger slip into the Touch, "Well now, that certainly does sound like a plan... Still don't you think we should get Willow home first?" he asks smoothly. 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers notices the raised brow. Did she act out of character? She sighs, rubbing her temples and flinches, "Ooh, I think I must have hit my head..Sorry about that, guess I'm just feeling a little out of sorts." She glances around, wondering who this Willow is. Oh that wimpy girl must be her. "Oh..Willow! Are you okay? Ready to go home now?" she frowns at the kids, "Hm so what shoukd we do about them?" not that she really cares. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow turns around and gives a wee shake of relief. "There you are! What a relief! We got to get these kids home. You're ok?" 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers sighs, looking a bit impatient, "I'm fine, just tired, Willow. Cant we just drop em off at a police office or something? Why haven't their parents come looking for them by now?"one of the kids, the younger girl peers up at Willow, "Um excuses me miss, can we go home now? We live that way." age points towards Sunnydale. 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' Willow is a bit curious. Buffy? Giving the victims - underage victims - to the police?? And what was she going to tell them? We were sitting around and just happened to see them tied around the tree? "Are you ok? I mean, I'll take them home." She looks to Thomas, and whispers ~I think she bumped her head?~ 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith tilts his head slightly looking a bit like a dog who has heard an odd sound. Then he smirks and just shakes his head. "Actually, I have an idea. Willow why don't you take my car to take the kids home. All I want you to do is one tiny favor for me? Harry and Karrin couldn't make the party. Would you please call him and tell him that I have a Bolshivik Muppet? He'll understand but it's really important." 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers frowns. Oh great, now they have to take those stupid brats home then deal with Willow? So much for her getting to steal Buffy's delicious boyfriend and have him all to herself. And what's with this Buffy freak anyway? Was she just some kind of goody good who always put other people first!? She sighs and nods, rubbing her head, "Uh, yeah, sounds like a good idea. I could do with some rest, that blonde bimbo vamp must have hit me in the head or something.." The while Bolshevik muppet does get an arch of the brow from her though, "Uh, what's that now?" 

:'''{{#var:190|Willow Rosenberg (190)}} has posed:''' "A Bolshev.. oooh. Got it!" It was good Willow had renewed her license. "Come on kids, this way. I think I might have some more candy. We have you home in no time flat." And she's off. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' One, Buffy knows exactly what a Bulshivik Muppet is. Two, Buffy knows Thomas would never /eeeeevvvvvvver/ let someone else drive his Corvette unless it was a life or death situation. He sighs and smirks a little bit, putting his arm around the woman. "So what's it going to take to get you out of that dress again you think?" He asks with a positively lecherous grin, 

:'''{{#var:328|Buffy Summers (328)}} has posed:''' Buffy Summers blinks slowly, glancing between the two of them. Did they know..? But it no longer matters. It's too late for the real Buffy. She yawns a bit, leaning into him. "Alright then, see ya later, Wils, have fun driving that..Car." she doesn't know about the corvette yet, or about the things that Buffy should know. She realky should have studied her better but.. Thomas is given a lecherous smirk, "Ooh, are you thinking what I'm thinking? Lead the way!" she winks at Willow, "See you later!" 
}}

Phoenix

2020-12-27T00:45:46Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Jean Grey
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=47
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/IFVOMcO.jpg
|FullName=Jean Elaine Grey
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=EFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Vice Principal / Teacher
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Westchester County, New York
|Education=Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
|Groups=[[X-Men]], [[Xavier's School]], [[Mutant-OOC]]
|Quote="We come into this world alone and we leave the same way. The time we spent in between - time spent alive, sharing, learning together... is all that makes life worth living."
|PAge=26
|AAge=26
|DOB=21 February 2002
|Height=168 cm (5'6")
|Weight=55 kg (121 lb)
|Hair=Red
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Amber Skye Noyes
|Song="Limitless" by Bon Jovi
|Profile=Jean Grey, the founding X-Man formerly known as Marvel Girl, has been a costumed hero since she was 15. Alongside her teammates, she has fought fiercely to protect human and mutant kind alike and teach the next generation of mutants, furthering her mentor's dream of peaceful co-existence between humans and mutants by serving as a shining example of what the latter can offer the former. Her dedication to the cause and her loved ones is such that in 2024, she sacrificed herself during a mission in space to protect the Earth and her teammates from ravenous aliens.
 
And then, six months later, she returned home with fiery new powers and a heroic identity to go with them: Phoenix.
===Current Player Approved: April 23, 2020===
|Description=Jean Grey is not a very tall woman, nor built like an Amazon, but she carries a powerful presence. On the surface it would seem she's the sort who radiates charisma, drawing some to herself like a gravitational pull with just a friendly and warm smile. To others, that charisma is replaced by an aura of alien power, something primordial and terrifying.
 
Physically she is fit and lean, with a skin tone pale in the darker months and tanning to a soft gold in the summer for all she seems more appropriate to just burn. That's thanks to her mane of wavy red hair that usually flows freely around her face and down to mid-back. Her eyes are bright and clear, a distinct and almost unreal shade of emerald as though lit by an inner fire.
 
Her clothing varies all the way from vintage casual wear to sharp business suits, depending on the need, but all of it speaks to a simple need for comfort and ease of motion versus over-adornment. Jewelry is minimal, but perpetually present is a ring upon her left hand in a place of honor. It is gold with a central diamond flanked by rubies.
|History=At 10, Jean's best friend chased a ball into the street; seconds later, she felt the other girl die, plunging her into a sort of catatonia as the girl's last moments crashed down upon her psyche.
 
Weeks of visits to every specialist they could find left the Grey family desperate and helpless, so much so that when Professor Charles Xavier arrived, claiming to be able to make contact with - and perhaps even draw their daughter from the void - they didn't much mind that he'd need to bring her to his upstate manor for a while to do it.
 
After weeks of treatment, Jean was awake, functioning, and no longer in possesssion of her telepathic gift due to mental blocks installed by the Professor, but still capable of moving things with her mind. The Professor's Westchester estate wasn't so far from the Greys' home in Annandale-on-Hudson, so Jean continued meeting with him to learn how to control her telekinesis and take baby steps towards getting a hold of the rest of her powers. By the time she was twelve, however, it had become apparent to him that even regular tutoring sessions wouldn't be enough for her to truly get a handle on her potential, which led him to approach the family with an offer: he would take her in and teach her how to master her mutant gift, and in the process, he'd also ensure that she received an education on par with any prep school in the nation.
 
The family accepted, and Jean went off to live at Xavier's Mansion. True to his word, he helped her hone her telekinetic abilities until - when she was 15 - she was introduced to several new classmates, teenagers like her who were also born with special powers. The Professor began training them collectively, teaching them how to use their gifts in conjunction with one another for the common good.
 
Once he felt they were ready, he formally organized them into a team he called the 'X-Men', hoping that by using their powers in the service of humanity, they would be stand as positive examples of mutantkind to a populace that largely hated and feared them. Jean took to this shift quickly, eager to show her teacher and herself how far she'd come from being a scared child with voices in her head.
 
Jean and the X-Men fought for years to further their teacher's dream of a world in which humans and mutants could co-exist peacefully. Even when it was time to graduate, she committed to remaining a member of the team, studying psychology at ESU between battles against mutant supervillains, ancient demons, alien conquerors, and human conspiracies. As she grew into her powers, the blocks holding her telepathy in check were removed, allowing her to truly embrace the side of her powers she'd feared as a child. She became one of the team's most dedicated members-- which is why, in 2024, when a friend of the Professor's called on him for assistance after a missing space vessel inexplicably reappeared in Earth's orbit, she was among the X-Men sent to investigate.
 
The vessel almost immediately proved to be infested with voraciously parasitic aliens, who - after commandeering the crew - managed to reverse its heading in the hopes of finding more food. The aliens quickly proved to be more than a match for the mutants, threatening to overwhelm them just as they had the crew. Salvaging the ship was not an option-- but neither was letting it linger there and waiting for the creatures to figure out how to initiate re-entry.
 
So Jean took it upon herself to solve the quandary. Pushing her telekinesis to its limits, she forced the rest of the team back to the shuttle that brought them, wrapped the infested vessel in a force field, then fought her way to its engine room, where she proceeded to trigger a catastrophic meltdown. Caught at the heart of a blast bright enough to light up the sky below, Jean's death throes cast ripples of love and determination through the astral plane, touching the minds of her teammates, her mentor-- and something else.
 
Fire consumed her for far longer than it should have in the void of space, burning away flesh and bone until just the essence of her remained-- and then, it spoke. Drawn to her outpouring of love, it proclaimed itself to be 'The Phoenix', the blazing embodiment of life and its passions. It offered her another chance to see those she loved-- but only if she'd let herself be joined with it. She accepted without hesitation and the Phoenix Force kept its promise, rebuilding her body bit by bit and infusing her with its energies.
 
Six months later, she appeared on the doorstep of Xavier's school with the barest memories of how she was returned to life and no real concept of what, exactly, she'd allowed to take root in her consciousness.
|Personality=Jean is a deeply determined and outwardly confident woman, having spent years adventuring alongside the X-Men while working to overcome the deeply seated fear that her powers would one day destroy her. She strives to use her natural-born gifts to protect not only her fellow mutants, but humanity as a whole-- a drive which ultimately led to her death. While she has since recovered, she once again wrestles with her old fears of being overwhelmed by powers that she can't quite control, thanks to the enigmatic agent of her resurrection - a passion-fueled cosmic entity known as the Phoenix Force - having staked out a corner of her soul and psyche as its own.
 
Now, more than ever, she tends to overwork and overcommit, especially when doing so allows her to make life easier for the people closest to her; better that than letting her teammates see her as a victim of some kind. The act of committing herself to the people around her also serves to ground her in the world, making it more difficult for the Phoenix entity to override her will-- or so she hopes, as she throws herself into supporting her team. Regardless of the Phoenix, she's an empathetic woman who wants the best for not only her friends and family, but the world at large, having spent years feeling the hurts and struggles of the people around her-- and thanks to nearly eight years costumed adventuring, she's plenty willing to fight for it. As a true believer in Xavier's dream of peaceful co-existence, she strives to use her powers carefully, causing harm only when there's viable non-violent solution. Similarly, she tries to refrain from abusing her ability to read and manipulate minds, though she isn't above skimming useful skills from nearby minds if the situation calls for it.
|Abilities='''EMPATHY'''
 
As part of her broad psychic talents, Jean is an empath capable of perceiving and manipulating the emotions and sensations of others, as well as broadcasting her own. Although she is practiced enough not to involuntarily do these things for the most part, intensely felt emotions in her surroundings - particularly within a city block or so of her - are likely to be picked up if she doesn't make a concentrated effort to block them out.
 
'''PSYCHIC SHIELD'''
 
Jean is a powerful and experienced enough telepath to protect herself from most mental intrusions. A similarly(or more) skillful, or especially powerful telepath is plenty capable of breaking through her defenses, though, particularly if they're able to dedicate some time to peeling them back.
 
'''PYROKINESIS'''
 
Jean is able to generate heat and fire by psychokinetically stimulating matter on a molecular level. She can project flames out to about 5 feet of herself or raise the temperature of objects within 15 feet of herself; either way, she can manage temperatures of up to 500 degrees.
 
'''TELEKINESIS'''
 
Jean is capable of psychokinetically projecting force and manipulating matter, both in large quantities and in minute detail. She can manipulate up to fifty tons of mass and strike with similar levels of force without significant strain, but past 25 tons, her fine control suffers. She can also shield herself and others from attacks; disassemble devices and structures down to the bolts; and propel herself and others in flight. The use of these abilities is dependant on concentration, willpower, and fatigue: just activating and maintaining them is physically/mentally draining, and circumstances that make it difficult for her to properly focus her willpower on using her brain to affect the physical world can greatly impact her control or render her unable to use her telekinesis at all. Although it can be subdued if she thinks to, her telekinetic manifestations tends to come with a bright pink power signature.
 
'''TELEPATHY'''
 
Jean possesses the potential for Omega-level telepathy, but has has yet to completely grow into her potential due in no small part to blocks installed in her psyche by Charles Xavier when she was a child. Even then, thanks to years of training in the fundamentals of her abilities, she is capable of performing standard telepathic feats such as communication, psychic detection, illusion-casting, astral projection, mind-reading, psychic camouflage, mind control, launching psychic assaults, and erecting psychic shields over vast ranges, with communication and astral combat being her specialties. She can manipulate multiple minds simultaneously if they're within about a city block of her, and detect them out to about a mile.
 
'''THE PHOENIX FORCE'''
 
Standard Powers: A phenomenally powerful cosmic entity - the Phoenix Force, burning embodiment of passion and life - resides within Jean, amplifying her natural gifts many times over. Under normal circumstances, this connection allows her to perform a couple of molecular-level tricks with her telekinesis: starting or manipulating fires, transforming street clothes into an X-Men uniform, and even small matters of transmutation such as changing the density of metal, turning water to vapor, or tweaking softwood to hardwood. She cannot yet change one substance to another, only slightly alter its existing nature within the same family. She can also manifest aspects of the Phoenix, such as fiery wings, psychic talons that inflict mental and psychic damage, or a miniature eagle-sized firebird to serve as a one shot ranged attack that works the same as the close-range talons.
 
Staff Approval Required: In periods when the Phoenix is given or takes greater control or when Jean acts in direct alignment with the Phoenix's goals of preserving life and its ability to grow and change, the entity is able to push her powers to their fullest potential and beyond. She is able to psychokinetically alter matter on a subatomic level, manipulate electromagnetic energies, survive hostile environments like deep space, and extend her sense of touch through objects that she's controlling. Her telepathy expands to the point of being able to barrel through most psychic protections with sheer force and manipulate numerous minds miles away from her, as if connected to a device like Cerebro. Finally - perhaps obviously - she's capable of creating 'cosmic fire' hot enough to melt vanadium steel, even in wet or anaerobic conditions.
 
Limitations: While the Phoenix entity expands Jean's capabilities greatly, it doesn't actually render her body much more capable of channeling that level of power than she naturally might be. Accessing these expanded capabilities is intensely tiring, to the point of leaving her exhausted or unconscious. With a burgeoning partnership between them, Jean has become less afraid of tapping into the Phoenix and has begun actively training to better channel these abilities. She can manage around fifteen to twenty minutes before she exhausts herself. She can push it to around thirty, but doing so is likely going to leave her injured and incapacitated, likely unconscious for at least a day.
 
|Skills='''ATHLETICS'''
 
Jean is in great shape for a woman of her age and build and can perform strenuous physical tasks - things like swimming, climbing, running, tumbling, and jumping- with a respectable, if not particularly noteworthy degree of competence; she is not going to win any medals in anything anytime soon.
 
'''EDUCATION'''
 
Jean received a prep school education between fights to the death against evil mutants. She is also a few years into a psychology degree at ESU, though her progress has been stalled of late due to an unexpected, death-related sabbatical.
 
'''OPS TRAINING'''
 
Practical experience and Danger Room training has given Jean a solid foundational understanding of stealth and infiltration techniques, allowing her to function competently and somewhat unobtrusively in hostile territory with or without her powers.
 
'''PILOTING'''
 
Jean can pilot most civilian and commercial aircraft capably, but is rather lacking in the experience department. She is probably not the first person you'd want to turn to for piloting the Blackbird through a field of missiles with a broken wing and one engine, or even less overtly troublesome combat scenarios; most of her training stems from simulations.
 
'''SELF-DEFENSE'''
 
Jean has received enough hand to hand combat training to render her a passable fighter without the use of her powers. She uses techniques drawn from BJJ, Judo, and Jeet Kune Do, which have been blended into a defensively-oriented style meant to give her a fighting chance against opponents larger than herself.
|Resources='''X-MEN'''
 
Jean is a founding and current member of the X-Men, having reestablished ties with the group after an involuntary hiatus. Her membership provides her with access to the group's headquarters, which includes high tech medical facilities, lab space, vehicles, and and a holographic training suite known as the Danger Room.
|Weaknesses='''FOCUS'''
 
Jean's powers are formidable, but wholly reliant on her ability to concentrate. She has had enough Danger Room sessions and mission experience that the chaos of combat is not in and of itself an impediment to using her abilities, and to be able to manage a degree of multi-tasking. Being suddenly struck - especially in a vital area - or subjected to sonic attacks can readily disrupt her focus, however, and mind-altering substances/circumstances can make it difficult or downright impossible to concentrate properly.
 
'''MUTANT'''
 
As a mutant, Jean is hated and feared by an ever-shifting, but frequently rabid segment of the population and viewed as an exploitable resource by any number of unscrupulous governmental, military, or independent organizations/actors.
 
'''PHOENIX'''
 
Jean exists in a fragile balance with the Phoenix Force, which has staked out a corner of her psyche as its own. The Phoenix is alien and even with Jean having confronted it to negotiate a truce between them, it remains a cautious one. Their relationship is in its infancy, and it's a tumultuous one as two powerful forces of will sometimes compete for the driver's seat. Jean has managed to mostly free herself from the temptation of power and absolute freedom that it presents in her day to day life, but in moments of intense passion or emotional distress, the Phoenix often throws itself into the foreground as it craves the taste of the fullness of existence. This does have the benefit of greatly expanding Jean's powers, but drawing too deep gives the Phoenix the power to exert its influence instead - and while it isn't actively malevolent, the Phoenix is a tempestuous entity with no regard for human standards of morality. The Phoenix Force does have something of a protective streak, but its sheer power and indifferent attitude towards collateral damage make it dangerous even when it's acting in a roughly altruistic fashion. Over time this may be slightly tempered by Jean's will, but it will never be controlled. Life will never be contained by anyone or anything.
 
'''X-FOES'''
 
The X-Men have made enemies ranging from virulent anti-mutant groups to mutant criminals to extradimensional conquerors, over the years. As one of the team's longest running members, Jean is readily associated with the rest of them and an obvious target for aggression from anyone with an axe to grind with the group as a whole.
 
'''Avatar Of Life'''
 
As part of her agreement to co-exist in peace with the Phoenix, Jean made a promise. A promise not just to protect life, but the ability for it to grow, thrive, and even pass in its proper time. It is a vow to uphold the cycle and punish those who would turn it to their own purposes.
 
For now, the Phoenix Force hasn't demanded much and seems satisfied with Jean's intent to protect her people and mutants at large, as well as general things such as human rights issues to allow people the freedom to exist. Being interred in its host, the Phoenix is influenced by those very mortal and human emotions and even it can be swayed a bit off course from time to time. Maybe even driven a little mad, as it struggles to comprehend the depth of emotions that do not come naturally to it.
 
However, there may come a time where it demands more. It doesn't particularly care about gang wars or natural climate change - the strong and cunning endure, the weak fall. That is the way of things. You adapt and evolve or you die. What it does care about are those times where Life Itself is prevented from existing due to non-natural causes - a government preparing to blanket the world in nuclear winter, a civilization where genetic manipulations are threatening to stifle natural evolution, some super-villain trying to erase Death itself. She didn't realize the full scope and gravity then, but in time that promise may very well put her at odds or even take her away from everything she knows. It very well may require her own life someday.
 
OOC: This is a path that can lead to a Dark Phoenix scenario, which requires staff consent and an approved plotline to engage in. Additionally, plots that would cause large global MUSH impacts (wars, planet-killing space rocks, conflicts with other races) also need staff approval. This is a trait to be handled gently. When in doubt, ask staff first.
 
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Rift

2020-12-18T15:38:54Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Kitora Alua
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=898
|Img=http://bit.ly/2h6aRYj
|FullName=Kitora Alua
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Shelved
|Occupation=College Student; Part-Time Cook
|Citizenship=American
|Residence=Xavier's School
|Education=Empire State University (Physics Major)
|Groups=
|Quote="See? It all makes sense now. Down is up, up is sideways. *stomach gurgle* Ummm.... heheh... ummm.... it's lunchtime. Where's the closest Big Belly Burger? I have a date with Super Bellybusters - I think three will do."
|PAge=20
|AAge=20
|DOB=14 August 2008
|Height=158 cm (5'2")
|Weight=50 kg (110 lb)
|Hair=Red
|Eyes=Red
|Actor=Minami Hamabe
|Song=Gravity is a Bitch (by Miranda Lambert)
|Profile=A Japanese-descent girl living in Hartfort, CT, quite intelligent and into acrobatics. However, she had the X-gene - and when her gravity-shifting powers ignited, the wild uncontrolled surges severely injured her parents as the house collapsed around them. Her parents survived - barely - but with everything ruined, they disowned Kitora for being a 'freak' and dangerous. 
 
Taken in by the Xavier's School, they helped her to train her powers and to make new friends - for all her old ones had forsaken her due to the incident. She accepts herself as a mutant - and she tends to eat like a horse - her powers are demanding on her body, but no matter how much she eats, she doesn't gain any weight. 
 
Prone to nightmares of that fateful day, she tries to put on a brave face... but she still misses her parents - the rest of her family shunned her for being a 'freak'. She hopes, one day, to reconcile with them. But all attempts of contact have been shunned so far.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Desc (Kitora):'''
 
A young woman stands before you, about five foot two. She has bright red shoulder-length hair that seems to swirl around in the wind with a mind of its own. She has classical Asian features. Her eyes are ruby-red and lined with some mascara. She has a petite nose. Her lips are painted red, and are often in a mischievous smile. Her neck is long and leads to slender shoulders. She has an athletic physique with a modest bust - she wears a snug red V-neck blouse. She has lightly-muscled arms and delicate hands with red-painted fingernails. She has a narrow waist and curvy hips - her athletic legs are contained in red cotton pants. Her feet are in sensible tennis shoes, also red. 
'''Desc (Rift):'''
 
An eerie sight is before you. A female figure, around five foot two, with blowing red hair. Rift's body and clothing glows dully red, washing out all the other colors. Bright red lines can be seen inside her body - along her arms and legs, a large 'starburst' in her chest (located around her heart), and a small 'starburst' in her head where her brain is. Her eyes also glow red.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Kitora started her life as a normal girl, born in the suburbs of Hartford, CT; her parents were Japanese immigrants made citizens. She showed an early love of gymnastics and being an acrobat, and was always moving around, constantly in motion, hard to hold still. Basically, a very happy and playful girl, and very popular at school. An only child, she was the apple of her parents' eyes. Even at a young age, she studied gymnastics and physics, enjoying the complicated subjects. Then... just as she was finishing grade school at age 12... she was bouncing on her bed and suddenly everything went weird. Suddenly she found herself standing on the bedroom ceiling - and her body was glowing red - dull red for the most part with bright red lines down her arms and legs visible through her skin, and big sunbursts of red where her heart and brain were. She, of course, screamed in panic. Her parents came rushing in to see what looked like some kind of demon - in a panic, her powers erupted out of control as everything in her room started pulling to her and flinging about - the gravitational anomaly was powerful enough to warp the structural support of the home - even as her parents were smashed into a wall. It finally ended when a ceiling joist hit her in the head, knocking her out - but the damage is done. The house was ruined, and her parents were critically injured. Other than a bump, she was fine, but she discovered that her hair and eyes are now permanently bright red. Once they recovered, her parents threw her out, told her never to contact them again. She started wandering off, not knowing where to go - when a van came to her. An envoy of the Xavier's School for Gifted Students, they told her what she was - a mutant. And they can help her control her powers, so an accident like that won't happen again. Having nowhere else to go, she accepted. Away from her old school, she got homesick fast - all calls she tried making to her parents were rejected and she gave up - none of her friends from school would have anything to do with her either - they were all afraid of the 'mutie'. Giving up on all that, she started to try to rebuild a new life at the Xavier's School, making new friends. Discovering how to use her powers in a more constructive manner - and shocking the cafeteria workers at how much she eats - she eats triple what a normal person her age would eat but never gains a pound. Apparently bending the laws of physics requires a lot of energy. As she ages, she gains more control and fine-tuning of her powers. Her studies of gymnastics and acrobatics help her to learn how to move in the air - for she figured out pretty early how to fly - and her study of physics let her know just what she was messing with; she's amused by the fact that all her textbooks tell her what she can do is impossible. She is working on her senior year at Xavier's, with a high GPA, working on earning a scholarship in physics. Meanwhile, she read all she could about the mysterious group of mutant vigilantes known as the X-Men, wishing that one day she can join their elite ranks.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Kitora is a feisty high-spirited girl - as long as her bottomless stomach is filled. She is high-strung and high-energy, bouncing around most of the time - though a good student she hates being cooped up in a classroom. She enjoys using her powers very much - getting her NOT to use her powers is difficult. She tends to overanalyze things sometimes, but is very loyal to her friends and possesses great empathy. Kitora's main passion is food. She eats enough for three normal people, and likes almost everything, and has learned how to cook for herself and others, and is getting very good at it. So much so that she has taken part-time jobs as cooks at various restaurants, and is seriously debating becoming a professional chef instead of something more serious like a physics student. But when her mind turns to her family, from which she has been exiled, she can get homesick and lonely. She is trying to prove herself not to be the monster, the demon they called her, just because her ill-controlled awakening almost killed them.
|Abilities=
'''Gravity Manipulation:'''
 
Rift's ability to control gravity extends beyond being able to fly or use herself as a kinetic missile. She can manipulate the effect of gravity of objects and people in her line of sight. She can make things weightless and move them around, in an effect that would seem similar to telekinesis. In her immediate vicinity, she can suspend 5 tons this way - she can make something stop in place and float, or deflect its trajectory. She can either have said object orbit her in a type of 'stasis field' or hold them still, or move them around. Any object she is manipulating will be limned in a red aura, similar to Rift's own aura of power. But it's harder to do this at range, or to move something heavy away. Her power is more limited the farther away the object is - her maximum range is about a thousand feet in which she can barely suspend 10 pounds. If she has something ensconced in a zero-g field, she can launch said object at a low to high speed in the direction of her choice, but the larger the item, the more effort this takes. (Some objects, like bullets, are moving so fast and are so tiny that gravity has little effect on them; it's very difficult to deflect or stop them.) The other half of this is INCREASING the gravity. In her vicinity, she can trap someone in a high-gravity field, up to 5 times Earth's gravity in her immediately vicinity. She can focus this on a person to weigh them down; or create a 'high-gravity zone'. This, too, is of lesser effect at range; the furthest way she can do this is 250 feet in which she can barely make things heavier. 
'''Gravity Shifting:'''
 
Rift's main mutant power is the ability to manipulate gravity in her vicinity. Though whatever she does, she is never adversely affected by her own powers, nor does her actual mass change. She can use her power to negate her personal gravity so she can hover effortlessly in the air - or even 'fall' at high speeds at any direction - using these two aspects to basically 'fly' in a way. She can even propel herself feet-first as a high-speed kinetic missile to deal devastating physical blows. She can make herself light enough that she can jump like she's on the moon - or so heavy that a kick would hit like a brick truck. In either mode she can move unhindered with her typical agility. She can also 'slide' along the ground with a focused gravity vector like it's on ice. Of course, which way her personal gravity field pulls her is up to her discretion. She can stand on walls or ceilings just as easily as a floor. 
'''Life Support:'''
 
Kitora's abilities are useful outside the normal environments that people live in. While her powers are active, environmental effects are of no importance. She can travel underwater no differently than in air, has no need to breathe, does not feel heat and cold, and can even survive outer space without protection and generate her own gravity field even if there's none to manipulate. Without having to fight the pull of Earth's gravity, her speed is greatly accelerated, up to 10,000 MPH. However, it takes more effort to sustain her own life-support this way... she can survive an hour at most without protection. It could be very bad if her strength gave out while using her powers as a life-support aura. 
'''Portals:'''
 
Rift can use her gravity powers to tear open a small portal that she can use to travel from one place to another. These portals take the form of a glowing red ring, the aperture around ten feet in diameter. The portal can be seen through like a window to see what's on the other side. It requires effort to hold the portal open, and her presence at one end or another. This ties up most of her powers - she cannot do much else but float while a portal is open. She can hold the portal open for up to ten minutes; other people or objects can freely use this portal. Once she stops focusing on it or leaves its vicinity, it closes. She can form a portal in line-of-sight if she can clearly see the destination. If she is intimately familiar with the destination, she can also make a portal directly there with a five-mile range from her current location. 
'''Super Speed:'''
 
Though no speedster, Rift can use her gravity-shifting abilities for more than just fighting. She has a variety of means of travel at her disposal, other than portals. Her flying speed can be clocked at 500 mph at top speed (though it takes more effort that way), and she can use her gravity slide to travel at close to 50 mph while on the ground. She can also decrease her weight to simply make running more effective, or to do prodigious leaps that'd make a lunar astronaut jealous.
|Skills=
'''Capoeira:'''
 
It took Kitora a time to find a martial art that suited her unique fighting style of acrobatics and powerful legs. She chose the Brazilian art of Capoeira due to its agility and kicking ability. She has honed her legs into being deadly weapon - she also wears heavy-soled shoes to deliver that much more kicking power - with this, she can weave and dodge her way across a battlefield and deliver devastating kicks. She can also amplify her weight to make her blows even MORE devastating. A kick from her will not be soon forgotten. 
'''Cooking:'''
 
Kitora has a voracious appetite ever since her powers awakened - a more recent interest of her is cooking - she has a varied taste and knows how to cook a variety of meals - she even gets summer jobs cooking for fine restaurants. 
'''Good Student:'''
 
Kitora doesn't like being cooped up indoors at school. Nonetheless she's an excellent student and routinely aces all her classes. She is a quick study and a fast reader, able to pick up on new subject material quickly. 
'''Gymnastics:'''
 
Kitora's body is a finely tuned instrument - she has trained all her life in gymnastics. She can balance her weight on a finger, and knows how to manipulate her mind and body in three dimensions. She never suffers from vertigo, no matter how much she is twisted around - and knows how to fall - for flying on controlled gravity is much like falling - all the time. 
'''Physics:'''
 
Kitora has studied physics all her life - figuring out how things work is a passion of hers - especially once she got her mutant powers and she could manipulate gravity, one of the hallmarks of the laws of physics - it made her even MORE interested - to control something, you have to understand it.
|Resources=
'''Cooking Job:'''
 
Kitora has made some extra income by working part-time at a local restaurant. It's where she honed her cooking talents and she is rapidly considering an idea at being a full-time chef. But for now - it's a good source of spending money for a high-school senior. She does enjoy the friends she has made there, and even the managers are good people. 
'''Xavier's School:'''
 
As a student and resident of Xavier's School, she has a place to live, friends to rely on, and the school's staff protect their students from those who would persecute mutants. They can also serve as confidants, counselors, and advisors for a student's future endeavors. Kitora has nowhere else to go - the school is her home now. (Though she still wishes she could go home for real...)
|Weaknesses=
'''Disturbing Appearance:'''
 
Kitora's normal appearance is slightly unusual with the flame-red hair and eyes, but... when she turns on her powers, things get bizarre appearance-wise. Her body and garments glow a dull red color and wash out all other colors, with bright red lines visible inside her body - along her arms and legs, a large 'cluster' of these vein-like lines in the middle of her chest where her heart is, and a smaller cluster in her head, with her eyes glowing bright red. She could be mistaken for some kind of demon. 
'''Family Issues:'''
 
When Kitora's powers kindled out of control, they tore her house apart - and almost crushed her parents. Though they survived, they exiled her for being a 'freak', and none of her family or friends from her former school will speak to her anymore, not even on social media. Though the people at the Xavier's School have become her friends and family now, she still longs to rejoin her real family one day - one day that seems to be very, very far off. She also tends to get moody when people talk about their families, especially if it's positive commentary. 
'''Health Is Power:'''
 
In Kitora's case, this is quite literal. She has to be healthy and fit to use her powers. If sick or poisoned or otherwise incapacitated, she can lose her focus needed to turn her powers on. Poison gas would be an effective deterrent for darts could be deflected by her defense fields. But if physically injured or incapacitated, it could be possible to shut her down. 
'''Highly Emotional:'''
 
Kitora's emotions are often wild and unpredictable - she is subject to mood swings, obsessions, and anger when things don't go her way. She tries to keep these manic tendencies under control, but sometimes stuff slips out. Her emotions are most often swayed by food and family. 
'''Hunger:'''
 
Kitora's abilities require a lot of energy to use - that means food. Her appetite is rather legendary - she eats like a horse - and it's not just gluttony. It's necessary - for if she becomes too famished, her powers may fail her. This can become quite problematic if her resources are unable to procure the 'fuel' she needs to tell the laws of physics to shut up and sit down.
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Grizzly

2020-12-18T15:38:37Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Adam Walden
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=9655
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/H2GiwtS.jpg
|FullName=Adam Walden
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Shelved
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=American
|Residence=Xavier's School
|Education=11th grade
|Groups=[[New Mutants]]
|Quote="And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel."
|PAge=16
|AAge=16
|DOB=11 November 2011
|Height=173 cm (5'8)
|Weight=59 kg (130 lb)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Jacob Young
|Song="Animal I have Become" by Three Days Grace
|Profile=Adam is a pretty typical teen, except for the whole, he can turn into a bear thing. He loves music, basketball and food.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Adam is a slightly below average height for his age with a lanky body type, although exercise has given him noticeable definition of his muscles. His face has a youthful charm, a square, set jaw and slender nose. Easily his most attractive feature are his eyes; Grey-blue in color they can turn his expression from icy and calculated, to warm and full of laughter within a blink. His hair is thick and dirty blonde. It's cut is a 'messy' style that looks like he did it himself, and more likely than not, he did. His complexion is fair but warm hued from spending a good amount of time out-of-doors.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Adam is the middle son of the Walden boys, three tightly knit brothers who have managed to keep their family together despite the actions of their parents. The other siblings are the oldest, at 21, Brad and the youngest Jack, who is 13. It has always been the brothers against the world and the boys created a pact as youngsters, the Brothers Code, that says they will always be there for one another, always protect one another, above anything else. Growing up, Brad protected Adam against the violence in their house. Their father, with the same savage temper that was passed down to the boys and completely unchecked, often took his rage out on them and it was Brad that took most of it, being the oldest. Adam worshiped his older brother as a hero. And when Jack was little, Adam took the protector role for him, doing for the youngest boy what Brad had done for him. Their mother was little help either, she was too self involved in her own world to care what her husband did to the boys. She was involved in a large drug ring, which meant their home was often visited by the lowest form of degenerates and criminals. Eventually, the boys got old enough to fight back. At 18, Brad left home, leaving his brothers, but promising to return to help rescue them. This was a hard time for Adam. He was just 14 at the time and he not only had to deal with taking on the brunt of his father's rage, but he was also going through a more dramatic change. His mutant powers had begun to develop. It started slowly, with his hair growing wildly and he just felt lazy. He fell back in school, grades suffering and he withdrew from life and friends, not wanting to do anything but sleep and eat. And his appetite grew incredibly, but the amount of food available didn't. By the time he changed to bear form for the first time, he was sickly thin. The youngest son Jack had been caught stealing food from school, food for Adam, and was in the midst of bad beating when Adam came home from school. The sight of blood on his brother's face triggered a rage unlike anything Adam had felt before. He doesn't remember much about the time during the attack, but he had shifted into the form a bear and savagely mauled his father and meanwhile destroying a great deal of the house. He was lucky to not have hurt his brother in the rampage. This certainly changed the dynamic in the house from then on. Their father was rather distant after getting out of the hospital, which primarily left them with their mother and she was still intent on ignoring the fact that she had children at all. Adam took care of himself and Jack, but it was not easy. He had to get a job and his school work suffered even more so he had to stay back a year. A growing resentment built up against Brad, who had not yet come back, even for a visit and he was constantly moody from hunger and stress. Adam's life was going no where fast. He spent all of his time taking care of his brothers and working so that school became an after-thought and he had all but dropped out. He was dealing the best he could with his power as well, struggling against mood swings and where he could spend time in bear form in the middle of a city, feeling like he would burst if he didn't. Recently, Adam and Jack had been playing a game of basketball in an abandoned old playground. Adam had often shifted with Jack around who loved to ride on his back and play with the large fuzzy beast. Since the lot seemed completely abandoned and alone, Adam changed there, glad to be able to do so out in the open for once, where he could really stretch his legs. They played together for several minutes, but they had not been as alone as Adam thought.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Adam can be a very sweet guy and because of his abusive past and being aware of his temper, he tends to make up for that by being consciously very gentle with those he cares about. He also has a tremendous protective streak stemming from his years of protecting his younger brother and the territorial nature of his animal side. He's not afraid of work and he's pretty open minded about people and ideas. When he's calm and relaxed, he just loves to play and be silly. He does tend to hold grudges. When people upset or wrong him, Adam may forgive but he doesn't forget and will take the other party proving themselves to him again before he trusts them once more. Unfortunately, there is a dark side to him as well. Years of mental and physical abuse have left him scarred. As the Walden boys grew up, their father decided that he needed to make them into 'men' and he had a way of drilling this into each boy. With Brad it was always his sexuality that was hammed on, with Jack it was his fears and youth that was picked on and with Adam it was physical strength. Adam had always been rather small, and as if it could make him get stronger, his father beat him quite often. He was the most physically abusive with him, out of the three. It worked too, because the first thing Adam does when anger sets in is have the urge to lash out physically and fight. Adam's temper is explosive but it also tends to fizzle very quickly. A burst of anger is often replaced with regret or remorse quickly after the act. He fears his temper, scared to death that he will become like his father. He tries to fight it, but is not always successful. His biggest triggers for his rage are even the thought of someone thinking he's stupid, any kind of abuse or harm to a child and being attacked or manhandled. On the subject of his intelligence, he has very low self-esteem.
|Abilities=
'''Grizzly Bear:'''
 
When Adam shifts into his Grizzly Bear form, he becomes a 600 pound healthy brown grizzly bear. This is not a were-bear. This is a normal bear with normal natural weaponry. His teeth has a normal 1200 PSI of bite force, thus easily being able to bite through objects such as bones, trees and even heavier metals such as iron. This is his most dangerous weapon. A normal grizzly bear has the strength of three times a normal human, so getting tackled by one or struck by one of his paws would be the same as getting hit by a small car. Adam does not have any regeneration powers. He is literally a normal grizzly bear.
|Skills=
'''Basketball:'''
 
Adam loves basketball and as it's been his favorite sport since he was little, he is adept at playing as well. He has played on his school teams and has really focused on his tactics as his height was always a bit of a hinderance. 
'''Cars:'''
 
As he started to reach driving age, he also got really interested in cars. Knowing that if he gets a car, it would likely be a junker, he's been studying up on automotive repair, and figuring that if his music pipe dream doesn't work out, grease monkey is an appropriate level job to seek out. 
'''Guitar:'''
 
Adam has been playing guitar since he was 11, when he was able to pick up a cheap used acoustic, which he still uses. He learned himself, through playing and a few accessible tutorials.
|Resources=
'''Resources:'''
 
Adam doesn't have any resources to speak of. He's a teenager in school and lives off of his family's income/support.
|Weaknesses=
'''Diet:'''
 
Adam needs a high calorie diet to offset his ability to shift into such a large animal. He is almost always hungry, but a good diet could help with this. 
'''Dyslexic:'''
 
Adam is pretty severely dyslexic. While he knows how to read, he can't do it very well, especially out loud. Writing, memorizing, and tests are very difficult for him and, at this point, he really doesn't try anymore. He does not know at this time that this is the reason for his struggles. 
'''Lazy:'''
 
Adam does not have to hibernate, per se, but he does tend to be slow, especially in the middle of winter. He can sleep long hours if undisturbed, easily 12 hours a day. He doesn't often hurry or hustle on his daily activities and he can seem to be a lazy person. Of course, if motivated he can function on a normal speed, but he tends to use this side effect of his mutant ability as an excuse to continue to be lazy. 
'''Temper:'''
 
His anger can flare up, sometimes on a dime. And now a rush of emotions can trigger his powers to activate and cause him to shift. This often happens when he is physically threatened or is made to feel embarrassed or stupid.
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[[Category:Xavier's School]] [[Category:New Mutants]]

Faraday

2020-12-18T15:17:12Z

Severin:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Indira Bhandari
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=9674
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/BYHasYC.png
|FullName=Indira Bhandari
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City, NY
|Education=High School
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]], [[New Mutants]]
|Quote=Who said lightning doesn't strike twice? It just doesn't have two hands!
|PAge=17
|AAge=17
|DOB=25 October 2011
|Height=152cm (5'7)
|Weight=49kg (110 lb)
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Disha Patani
|Song='Idontgivea***K' by Rabbit Junk
|Profile=Indira lives by the principle: Life is short so don't over complicate it, enjoy it. With the same fighting spirit her ancestors used to escape mutant persecution in their homeland, Indi uses the same fire to face a lifelong medical challenge and make the most of what she has. Fierce, stubborn, and brutally honest to a fault; she may not be an easy friend to make, but she's a die hard one. No one ever said you could tame lightning, just move out of its way.
===Current Player Approved: July 29, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Indira is a tall and athletically built young woman that borders on looking coltish until she eventually grows into it, with a brown-toned complexion the color of milky tea speaking of a Middle Eastern or Indian subcontinental origin. Her hair is a free falling cascade of wavy rings and texture bordering on frizzy, the color an ocher sun-streaked chocolate. Her eyes are hooded above a prominently triangular nose, their color a deep brown bordering on black until the sun hits them. A longer face with a generous mouth is openly expressive and poor at concealing what's on her mind. She's got an energy about her, the sort of person who's almost incapable of sitting still unless she's forced and even then is likely to be bouncing a foot or fighting with something in her hands. She favors clothing that is easy to move in and on trend, always at least looking presentable be it in athletic wear, jeans and t-shirts, or an occasion dress. Jewelry fluctuates, sometimes none at all and sometimes blinged out depending on her mood. She always seems to be in motion, and even when still there's a well of energy oozing out of her. Her voice is middling to low in pitch with a smoky undertone. There is always a distinct smell around her that never wanes, something sharp and vaguely like chlorine. To someone knowledgeable, it's the smell of ozone. Others may just assume she spends a lot of time in pools.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Indira - aka Indi - is a fourth generation American of Indian ancestry. Her family came to the United States to escape mutant prejudices, only to find an only slightly lesser hateful land. They've managed to survive and thrive, leaving Indi to have a comfortable middle-class life living the average American dream. She went to public school where her blunt but well-meaning honesty made lasting friendships challenging but her wits made classes go by easy, and otherwise watched in sullen jealous at the enjoyment the student athletes had. With heart arrhythmia, her family forbade her from strenuous sports and killing her MMA dreams, meaning she had to get her kicks in private through street running, covert parkour, and kick boxing while simultaneously assuring her mother that, yes, her AP classes were going well and see, she even did the extra credit assignment so noooow could she go out? She could be so much MORE than a good student, more than her eventual career, more than her stupid heart. She just had to keep going, she couldn't stop. It was a boring, predictable life until her powers /finally/ emerged at the age of sixteen. Electricity could pour from her fingertips! She could call down lightning from a storm cloud! She could... fry the television set when trying to change the channel. Oops. And sorry, the microwave was broken too, and she didn't mean to keep leaving the fridge open but the magnets did funny things around her now and her hair was constant fuzz central like she rubbed balloons on her head. No matter! Like finally getting her Hogwarts letter, Indira felt like she was on the verge of something exciting, the chance to be more than another forgettable teenage girl in a big and uncaring city. Now she could be more than her history, more than her heart; she could be a hero! Until, while out one early evening on a run, she got grabbed and tossed into the back of a van by a group of mutant-napping psychos trying to use mutant DNA to engineer some anti-mutant weapon. Before she could get more than a jolt out, she was drugged and blacked out. It was her first time in a crisis, give her a break! Later, she woke up to the middle of a firefight, with other mutants and some bright chick and shadowy dude fighting against her captures. Turns out, she had the fortune to be rescued by members of the X-Men and Cloak and Dagger. She was returned to her family, but now with a business card for a certain mutant school.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Indira is what some might consider a feisty, blunt young woman. She generally means well, but also will not hesitate to say something that she feels needs said, even if it's an uncomfortable truth. Honesty trumps feelings in her mind. Lying will ultimately only make a problem worse. She expects the same degree of brutal honesty in return and is quick to get frustrated if she feels like someone is dancing around an issue trying to sugar-coat it. Similarly, she hates hiding who and what she is, which could become a problem in places where she really should not be advertising that she's a mutant. She's self-confident to a fault, and is more likely to hurt herself or work herself into an exhaustion rather than ask for help. Her sensitive health condition makes her loathe to look weak or that she needs to rely on others.
|Abilities=
'''Atmospheric Electricity:'''
 
Indi's primary power is manipulation of electricity and this applies to ambient energy too. Thus, she can churn up a thunderstorm or worsen an existing storm if the conditions exist for one. She cannot call clouds out of clear skies, or charge a cloud into a raging storm as it floats over a water-less desert. She can manipulate storm potential within the average distance of human sight. So if you were standing on a flat place, the horizon that you see is about three miles out. She does not control any aspects of the water in the cloud or the wind, only the electrostatic charge of it. She can direct the lightning, but not where it rains. Similarly, by boosting the atmospheric electricity she can also heat up the air, which is how she can boost a storm's power or alter the air's charge to be more positive or negative. That alone may not seem like much, but it can cause damage in environments where static electricity is a threat, such as near sensitive equipment. 
'''Electrokinesis:'''
 
Indira's primary power is generating and manipulating electricity. At maximum, she can generate the force of a single lightning bolt (one billion volts). She can do this (or a collective equivalent of lesser expressions) up to five times before she'd exhaust herself and need to recharge, either over the course of a day through ambient electricity or more quickly by absorbing voltage from things like batteries. She can also create smaller manifestations of electricity such as ball lightning and manipulate them so long as she can still see them, roughly 3 miles out on flat terrain. Handy when you don't have a flashlight. She is immune to her own powers and most sources of electricity, though something exceeding the voltage of a bolt of lightning has the potential to certainly knock her over and stun her with sheer kinetic force. 
'''Radiation Resistance:'''
 
As radiation is compromised mostly of positive ions (and lightning creates some forms of radiation, like x-ray and gamma), Indira's powers mean she can naturally adjust the polarity and render these ions to a more neutral status, meaning they would not harm her cells. It does not protect her from things such as heat, so while she could run in to save someone trapped near a melting reactor and help shield them so long as they're within her approx 10 foot radius, if she gets too close she would still be scorched by the immense temperatures. If she doesn't have time to concentrate to activate this ability, she could still risk damage.
|Skills=
'''Bilingual:'''
 
Despite being a fourth-gen American, but due to intercultural marriage and family pressure, her roots aren't entirely forgotten. She is fluent in her native English but also Hindi, but don't ask her to remember all of the holidays and legends. She knows a smattering of Spanish, but beyond a Hi and How Are You she's not getting far. 
'''Can't Stop:'''
 
Indi loves action. The higher energy, the better. She lives her life to an internal soundtrack and has trouble even staying still. This leads her to have a very athletic form, and she burns off her formidable energy through running and dance - and parkour and kickboxing when her parents aren't watching. She may not be able to be the MMA fighter she once dreamed of, but she can still keep in shape.
|Resources=
'''Family Support:'''
 
Indi's family has several mutants among them, a reason her ancestors came to America in the first place. They understand her and support her. They're comfortably middle-class and make their money with real estate and storage rentals, and so can afford her an allowance of about 200/week regularly for her general needs, at least until she gets a job and can take care of herself.
|Weaknesses=
'''Always Charged:'''
 
Due to the nature of her power, Indira is always a little bit shocking as her body's polarity is altered by her mutation. Generally contact with her is little more than a slight discharge like scuffing your socks over the carpet. When highly agitated, it can be like walking into an electrified cattle fence. This also has the side effect of making her a hazard around anything explosive or sensitive to static electricity. The range of this is roughly ten feet around her. She tends to steer clear of computers and fireworks alike. 
'''Heart Arrhythmia:'''
 
Indira was born with a heart arrhythmia, the universe's cruel prank to a girl destined to control electricity. The electrical rhythm of her heart doesn't always work properly, causing periodic bouts of unusual flutters or skipped beats. This happens on a semi-occasional basis, but minor enough that she takes no notice of it. There is a risk that this could short out her heart, such as if her powers were reflected back on her. A medic better be on standby or someone who knows CPR and has drugs if this happens, or she's down for the count. Sufficient injury (ICU level) could also risk over-stressing her system and worsening this condition, making her weaker and more disoriented than she would be already. As she is immune to her own powers and electricity, she's unable to correct this or use technology like a pacemaker to do so, or even paddles to resuscitate her. It is highly likely that, over the years, this will lead to damage to her heart and signs of heart disease, which means a very real possibility of a reduced lifespan. She is on standard prescription medicine to try and control it. The fear of it controlling her life is why she focuses so heavily on her own fitness. 
'''Magnetic Mayhem:'''
 
Due to her charged body, she wrecks havoc on equipment relying on magnets. Compasses, medical equipment, even powers of those nearby who's specialty relies on magnetism. Good luck completing any kind of X-Ray, MRI, or CAT scan on her. The range of this is roughly ten feet around her. It is possible someone of stronger abilities who can impact polarity could impact her as well using similar means. 
'''Vegan:'''
 
In order to keep herself as fit as she can as well as personal beliefs, she abstains from eating animal products. Plants, nuts, legumes, and fruit make up her diet. She also will not use leather products or other animal byproducts whenever she knowingly can. It makes casual outings a little more tricky, and she's a bit of a bummer at a barbecue. In a survival setting, she may be forced to sacrifice principles for not starving.
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[[Category:Xavier's School]] [[Category:New Mutants]]

Faraday

2020-12-18T15:10:24Z

Severin:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Indira Bhandari
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=9674
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/BYHasYC.png
|FullName=Indira Bhandari
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City, NY
|Education=High School
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]], [[New Mutants]]
|Quote=Who said lightning doesn't strike twice? It just doesn't have two hands!
|PAge=17
|AAge=17
|DOB=25 10 2011
|Height=152cm (5'7)
|Weight=49kg (110 lb)
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Disha Patani
|Song='Idontgivea***K' by Rabbit Junk
|Profile=Indira lives by the principle: Life is short so don't over complicate it, enjoy it. With the same fighting spirit her ancestors used to escape mutant persecution in their homeland, Indi uses the same fire to face a lifelong medical challenge and make the most of what she has. Fierce, stubborn, and brutally honest to a fault; she may not be an easy friend to make, but she's a die hard one. No one ever said you could tame lightning, just move out of its way.
===Current Player Approved: July 29, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Indira is a tall and athletically built young woman that borders on looking coltish until she eventually grows into it, with a brown-toned complexion the color of milky tea speaking of a Middle Eastern or Indian subcontinental origin. Her hair is a free falling cascade of wavy rings and texture bordering on frizzy, the color an ocher sun-streaked chocolate. Her eyes are hooded above a prominently triangular nose, their color a deep brown bordering on black until the sun hits them. A longer face with a generous mouth is openly expressive and poor at concealing what's on her mind. She's got an energy about her, the sort of person who's almost incapable of sitting still unless she's forced and even then is likely to be bouncing a foot or fighting with something in her hands. She favors clothing that is easy to move in and on trend, always at least looking presentable be it in athletic wear, jeans and t-shirts, or an occasion dress. Jewelry fluctuates, sometimes none at all and sometimes blinged out depending on her mood. She always seems to be in motion, and even when still there's a well of energy oozing out of her. Her voice is middling to low in pitch with a smoky undertone. There is always a distinct smell around her that never wanes, something sharp and vaguely like chlorine. To someone knowledgeable, it's the smell of ozone. Others may just assume she spends a lot of time in pools.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Indira - aka Indi - is a fourth generation American of Indian ancestry. Her family came to the United States to escape mutant prejudices, only to find an only slightly lesser hateful land. They've managed to survive and thrive, leaving Indi to have a comfortable middle-class life living the average American dream. She went to public school where her blunt but well-meaning honesty made lasting friendships challenging but her wits made classes go by easy, and otherwise watched in sullen jealous at the enjoyment the student athletes had. With heart arrhythmia, her family forbade her from strenuous sports and killing her MMA dreams, meaning she had to get her kicks in private through street running, covert parkour, and kick boxing while simultaneously assuring her mother that, yes, her AP classes were going well and see, she even did the extra credit assignment so noooow could she go out? She could be so much MORE than a good student, more than her eventual career, more than her stupid heart. She just had to keep going, she couldn't stop. It was a boring, predictable life until her powers /finally/ emerged at the age of sixteen. Electricity could pour from her fingertips! She could call down lightning from a storm cloud! She could... fry the television set when trying to change the channel. Oops. And sorry, the microwave was broken too, and she didn't mean to keep leaving the fridge open but the magnets did funny things around her now and her hair was constant fuzz central like she rubbed balloons on her head. No matter! Like finally getting her Hogwarts letter, Indira felt like she was on the verge of something exciting, the chance to be more than another forgettable teenage girl in a big and uncaring city. Now she could be more than her history, more than her heart; she could be a hero! Until, while out one early evening on a run, she got grabbed and tossed into the back of a van by a group of mutant-napping psychos trying to use mutant DNA to engineer some anti-mutant weapon. Before she could get more than a jolt out, she was drugged and blacked out. It was her first time in a crisis, give her a break! Later, she woke up to the middle of a firefight, with other mutants and some bright chick and shadowy dude fighting against her captures. Turns out, she had the fortune to be rescued by members of the X-Men and Cloak and Dagger. She was returned to her family, but now with a business card for a certain mutant school.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Indira is what some might consider a feisty, blunt young woman. She generally means well, but also will not hesitate to say something that she feels needs said, even if it's an uncomfortable truth. Honesty trumps feelings in her mind. Lying will ultimately only make a problem worse. She expects the same degree of brutal honesty in return and is quick to get frustrated if she feels like someone is dancing around an issue trying to sugar-coat it. Similarly, she hates hiding who and what she is, which could become a problem in places where she really should not be advertising that she's a mutant. She's self-confident to a fault, and is more likely to hurt herself or work herself into an exhaustion rather than ask for help. Her sensitive health condition makes her loathe to look weak or that she needs to rely on others.
|Abilities=
'''Atmospheric Electricity:'''
 
Indi's primary power is manipulation of electricity and this applies to ambient energy too. Thus, she can churn up a thunderstorm or worsen an existing storm if the conditions exist for one. She cannot call clouds out of clear skies, or charge a cloud into a raging storm as it floats over a water-less desert. She can manipulate storm potential within the average distance of human sight. So if you were standing on a flat place, the horizon that you see is about three miles out. She does not control any aspects of the water in the cloud or the wind, only the electrostatic charge of it. She can direct the lightning, but not where it rains. Similarly, by boosting the atmospheric electricity she can also heat up the air, which is how she can boost a storm's power or alter the air's charge to be more positive or negative. That alone may not seem like much, but it can cause damage in environments where static electricity is a threat, such as near sensitive equipment. 
'''Electrokinesis:'''
 
Indira's primary power is generating and manipulating electricity. At maximum, she can generate the force of a single lightning bolt (one billion volts). She can do this (or a collective equivalent of lesser expressions) up to five times before she'd exhaust herself and need to recharge, either over the course of a day through ambient electricity or more quickly by absorbing voltage from things like batteries. She can also create smaller manifestations of electricity such as ball lightning and manipulate them so long as she can still see them, roughly 3 miles out on flat terrain. Handy when you don't have a flashlight. She is immune to her own powers and most sources of electricity, though something exceeding the voltage of a bolt of lightning has the potential to certainly knock her over and stun her with sheer kinetic force. 
'''Radiation Resistance:'''
 
As radiation is compromised mostly of positive ions (and lightning creates some forms of radiation, like x-ray and gamma), Indira's powers mean she can naturally adjust the polarity and render these ions to a more neutral status, meaning they would not harm her cells. It does not protect her from things such as heat, so while she could run in to save someone trapped near a melting reactor and help shield them so long as they're within her approx 10 foot radius, if she gets too close she would still be scorched by the immense temperatures. If she doesn't have time to concentrate to activate this ability, she could still risk damage.
|Skills=
'''Bilingual:'''
 
Despite being a fourth-gen American, but due to intercultural marriage and family pressure, her roots aren't entirely forgotten. She is fluent in her native English but also Hindi, but don't ask her to remember all of the holidays and legends. She knows a smattering of Spanish, but beyond a Hi and How Are You she's not getting far. 
'''Can't Stop:'''
 
Indi loves action. The higher energy, the better. She lives her life to an internal soundtrack and has trouble even staying still. This leads her to have a very athletic form, and she burns off her formidable energy through running and dance - and parkour and kickboxing when her parents aren't watching. She may not be able to be the MMA fighter she once dreamed of, but she can still keep in shape.
|Resources=
'''Family Support:'''
 
Indi's family has several mutants among them, a reason her ancestors came to America in the first place. They understand her and support her. They're comfortably middle-class and make their money with real estate and storage rentals, and so can afford her an allowance of about 200/week regularly for her general needs, at least until she gets a job and can take care of herself.
|Weaknesses=
'''Always Charged:'''
 
Due to the nature of her power, Indira is always a little bit shocking as her body's polarity is altered by her mutation. Generally contact with her is little more than a slight discharge like scuffing your socks over the carpet. When highly agitated, it can be like walking into an electrified cattle fence. This also has the side effect of making her a hazard around anything explosive or sensitive to static electricity. The range of this is roughly ten feet around her. She tends to steer clear of computers and fireworks alike. 
'''Heart Arrhythmia:'''
 
Indira was born with a heart arrhythmia, the universe's cruel prank to a girl destined to control electricity. The electrical rhythm of her heart doesn't always work properly, causing periodic bouts of unusual flutters or skipped beats. This happens on a semi-occasional basis, but minor enough that she takes no notice of it. There is a risk that this could short out her heart, such as if her powers were reflected back on her. A medic better be on standby or someone who knows CPR and has drugs if this happens, or she's down for the count. Sufficient injury (ICU level) could also risk over-stressing her system and worsening this condition, making her weaker and more disoriented than she would be already. As she is immune to her own powers and electricity, she's unable to correct this or use technology like a pacemaker to do so, or even paddles to resuscitate her. It is highly likely that, over the years, this will lead to damage to her heart and signs of heart disease, which means a very real possibility of a reduced lifespan. She is on standard prescription medicine to try and control it. The fear of it controlling her life is why she focuses so heavily on her own fitness. 
'''Magnetic Mayhem:'''
 
Due to her charged body, she wrecks havoc on equipment relying on magnets. Compasses, medical equipment, even powers of those nearby who's specialty relies on magnetism. Good luck completing any kind of X-Ray, MRI, or CAT scan on her. The range of this is roughly ten feet around her. It is possible someone of stronger abilities who can impact polarity could impact her as well using similar means. 
'''Vegan:'''
 
In order to keep herself as fit as she can as well as personal beliefs, she abstains from eating animal products. Plants, nuts, legumes, and fruit make up her diet. She also will not use leather products or other animal byproducts whenever she knowingly can. It makes casual outings a little more tricky, and she's a bit of a bummer at a barbecue. In a survival setting, she may be forced to sacrifice principles for not starving.
}}
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[[Category:Xavier's School]] [[Category:New Mutants]]

12544/Magneto's Response to the Cure

2020-12-15T17:20:46Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' A chilly early evening falls on the quiet block of Melrose street and centre, the headquarters to Melrose clinic. Initially a quiet, three story red brick building, recent media attention and a terrorist attack have garnered a lot of attention for the place. Consequently, the climic has increased security personnel, and these days they are sporting some interesting darts full of anti mutagen in addition to tasers and guns. There are still protestors across the street and a line up of patients coming to see him. This late in the day however, both crowds are starting to die down as the clinic gets ready to close. Hopefully the last half hour will be a peaceful one. Well, one can always hope.. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     There is a chance of snow later on as December sets in properly to Westchester County. Even protestors have jackets and gloves and hats to keep them warm as they yell from the proscribed distance. The chill of the evening adds almost a soft hush to the scene despite protesters and paitents. This makes the crackle of energy all the more descernable as it approaches. Hidden in the darken sky at first, but a speck begins to get closer. It begins to build. Soon it can be seen as a sphere of sparking energy that surronds a group of figure. In the center of the sphere is a man easily recognizable to any mutant activist or law offical. It is Magneto in full battle armor of red and purple. His cape flutters slightly behind him. His hands are extended to either side as he creates the field. The familar helmet rests on his head so only his eyes can be seen in the light. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Finding himself standing on one side of the sidewalk is the gothic known as Jeremy. He is dressed in a long black trench coat, a black long sleeved shirt and his bondage pants with chains hanging off the ends of them. He stares at the line of protestors, then over towards the line of patients who are eagerly looking for a cure and a chance to be rid of their mutation. As he rocks back and forth on his booted feet, he squeezes his phone tightly in his hands as he reaches out with his powers to tip toe through the multitude of signals that zip along the air. He hop scotches from one to the other, seeking and searching until he can find the clinic's network. Depending on how tight the security is, he'll be poking at it rather gently. No need to get caught. Who's a pretty girl? You are. You're a pretty girl. What's your name, network? N342wd342. That's a beautiful name. Can you let me take a peek at what makes you tick? I find you fascinating. He brushes his thumb along the glass surface for a moment, then finds his concentration ripped away at the sight of Magneto descending from the heavens like a God with a metal helmet. His mouth opens to form an 'O'. It's him. The /bad/ guy. Or the good guy. It depends on what whispers he listens to across the digital fields. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Where one member of the team went, the rest usually weren't too terribly far behind. Such was the case on that grim, steely day, with snow threatening to blanket the world in an icy coverlet that would cling to the earth for most of the season. This was not the first protest Shannon had been present for, though the last one had not ended well at all. She's dressed a bit more casually, though no less warm for the season, in dark blue jeans, soft black boots, a soft grey turtleneck sweater, and a grey beanie cap with a floofy pom-pom on the top. Soft grey leather gloves complete the outfit, as much for style as any sort of warmth. As always, she carries her little brown leather bag with her.      The crackling energy catches her attention, its odd thrumming making the hair on the back of her neck stand straight up. One eyebrow goes up, then the other, and a soft oath escapes her. "The last time I saw him in that armor..." She lets the thought trail off, just shaking her head, pursing her lips. "He means business. Keep your eyes open." 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "This is all a load of bullshit." Mutters a lean girl standing along with Jeremy and Shannon, dressed in an orange, white, and black colorblock puffer jacket to ward off the cold. Indira's arms are crossed in front of her chest as she takes in the sights of the protestors and clinic. "Look at 'em, just waiting for an excuse to start shooting. Same crap as my family fled from." Indi grumbles as she shifts restlessly from one leg to another. She's just about to say more when the air shifts, a crackle of power that makes her own hair stand on end in response. Her eyes follow the figure as he descends and there's a long, slow exhale from the teen. "...and here it comes. I hate being right. This prolly ain't a good place to be standing, guys." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Hank is neither protestor nor advocate. In fact he is doing his best not ot be noticed as anything but a semi-interested bystander, using his poersonally deigned image-inducer to disguise himself as someone completely unforgetable. He didn't inform anyone he was coming here, not this time. superior senses of smell and sight scan the thinning crowd, keeping tabs on what is happening.. keeping track of familiar faces and scents.. But not making himself known.. Not yet.. And when he feels his fur start to rise beneath the inducer, he curses and looks up at a familiar sight. "Damn you...." he mutters to himself, tensing just a bit.. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn happened to be passing over the rooftops herself, dressed in a short hot pink puffer jacket with her wings sticking out (After Shan had once taught her to modify her outfits accordingly), a black sweater underneath and dark green jeans. She's wearing matching green ear muffs that barely cover her pointy ears this chilly December, and isn't all that keen in hovering around this part of the neighborhood, but she spies some familiar faces below, plus is that ol' bucket head up in the sky? "Oh no, this is not good!" she hovers down to join the kids, peering around, "Guys, we should get out of here, I think that's Magneto up there, this cannot end well.." she's also tapping her X-communicator, hopefully there are Xmen around. "Anybody nearby? I'm at the Melrose clinic, so is Magneto!" most people aren't looking skywards, but as the day wanes on the protestors are tiring and patients are heading home. With any luck, casualties at least will be kept to the minimum. The guards continue to monitor the perimeter, and the inside, about four outside, two inside. They haven't spotted mags yet either. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     The sphere lands in the middle space between paitents and protestors. Voices are already beginning to rise from both sides. Some shouts of encouragement. Some words you would never say in Sunday school. Four men and woman stand around Magneto dressed in purple, red, and gold armor of some sort of their own. Magneto takes a few steps forward from the group and lowers his hands to his side. As his lower, he floats upward so that all can see him no matter where they are in line.     "To all that can hear the sound of my voice, I am Magneto. This place is a slap in the face of all I hold dear. I am not one to turn the other cheek. This place wishes to cure us, but why have a cure for what Nature has done? Where is the Cure for those of different races? There isn't one because we are something that no one else has been before." His voice grows louder now, "WE CAN FIGHT BACK! THEY FEAR US BECAUSE THEY CANNOT PUT US IN CHAINS. FORCE US TO BUILD RAILROADS OR GROW THEIR CROPS!"     He begins to float a little higher now and the crackling energy returns faintly around him as he turns slowly in the air to face the Lab itself. "Anyone inside the lab has fifteen minutes to leave. Do not take anything. We will know. Anyone left inside after that time has only themselves to blame for the consequences." The helmet slowly turns as he calls to one of his followers. "Unuscione, remove the door and make it easier for them." A young woman with dark, long hair steps forward and is suddenly surronded by a green force. It seems to move with her attention and thoughts which quickly become focused on the door of the clinic. THe green force lashes forward as it tries to knock anyone in front of the door to either side and rip the door from the building. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Fifteen minutes. That's not a lot of time. Jeremy slides his backpack off his shoulder and trots over to one of the benches, sliding down upon it as he glances over at Shannon and Indi. He has a look of concern upon his face as he glides the laptop out across his latp. He sucks in a deep breath, then reaches out once more to the network of the clinic. << Hello beautiful. We don't have a lot of time, so .. I'm not able to be very gentle. I apologize in advance for what I'm about to do. >> It's like tearing a scab off quickly. As his fingers hit the keys of his laptop, there is a rapid flicker of his eyes as he gives a 'jolt' of his body upwards. Instead of the usual tap dancing around securities that he tends to do in a cautious manner, he simply battering rams the firewalls open. If successful, he is looking to snoop quickly for important files to download. Contracts. Contacts. Test results. Anything that may prove useful for digesting later. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, ballocks... copy that, Pixie, and there's no doubt about who that is." Almost immediately, Shannon is fishing about in her bag for her Bluetooth earpiece, fitting it to her ear. "Jer, think you could link this up to her comms? It's not perfect but it's all I've got on me."      Her wings flare out behind her as she stays just in front of her two compatriots, her arms out somewhat to either side. Common sense dictated that it would be prudent to make a strategic advance to the rear, post-haste.      But there was nothing common sense about this. Not one blessed bit.      "Pixie, Jer's doing his thing. Do we need a lookout to buy him some time? Ready to be eyes in the sky if you need."      A worried look is given to Indi, and she presses her lips together in a thin line. "I've run into him before. Thank God I wasn't in his crosshairs, but I've seen him go off the rails. It's not good. You might wanna duck and cover. Pixie gives the word, hell, I'll join ya and try to drag Jer along with me." 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Speedrun it, Jer. We'll watch your back." Indira pressed her mouth together in a fine, grim line as she steps in front of the technopath to both guard and try and shield him from view. She may not like being here, but she's not bailing on her team. Her dark eyes shift over towards Shannon and Megan as the latter arrives. "We just gotta keep Jer safe till he can get the info he needs, then we can bail. A few minutes. I don't plan to be here when the fireworks start. This is way above my paygrade and I kind of prefer living and in one piece at that. Until then, let's just keep a low profile and let Angry Prince out there keep everyone's attention." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "NO!" comes a voice from the crowd. "No. No. Stop it, Magneto!. Stop it this minute." The voice continues, and Hank steps out of the crowd and drops his induced image, revealing the blue furry X-man, in his uniform. Black leather pants and jacket, with the yellow X, no shirt and of course no shoes. "Do these people /look/ like they are being /forced/ to be here? Do they? They are here by CHOICE! They are not in chains. Yes, they are afraid. Afraid of what being a mutant MEANS in today's world but that doesn't make their choices any less valid!" "And it's not even always a POLITICAL or racial problem, Magneto. It's not always Humans versus mutants. Some of these mutants don't want to be mutants because they themselves feel their mutation may be dangerous  to /themselves/, or their  friends or family." "So if you do this you are talking people's choices away! Damnit, Magneto, your threatening POSTURE is taking their choices away. You can't give mutants freedom if you take away their right NOT to be a mutant. No matter how much that offends you." Hank takes a deep breath, regretful.. "I agree that /this/ specific cure, in and of itself, could be dangerous. But that is because the /science/ is flawed. And I should know. Because it is /MY/ science! They are using data /I/ developed, whether they know it or not!!" "If you want to blame anyone, blame /ME/! Okay, Max?!? /BLAME ME/!!. Because They got the cure from /MY WORK/." And he stands there, panting, looking up at his team's old nemesis. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn swallows and is not used to being the one in charge. She nods to Shannon, "Right Shan, eyes in the sky, get a layout of the land. How many are with Magneto and their positions. Remember self preservation first! Indira, watch Jeremy's back and Jer, do what you have to do but be quick. If I say abort mission, you abort mission, no hesitation! I'm gonna try and get as many people out as I can but I'll be in constant communication..And everyone, do not try to engage, I dunno if their security can handle this but hopefully Xmen will get my call and I can get everyone out before they attack!" And with that, Megan vanishes in a swirl of pink energy, pressing all the fire alarms in the building, and knocking on doors. If Magneto starts charging in, she'll be doing her best to port anyone still trapped inside to safety. But of course her primary objective is to reach Dr. Brightman's office. Meanwhile, protestors outside are starting to back off, not keen on engaging with Magneto and his Acolytes. Most patients waiting outside flee in fear too, leaving only the guards. Who are here doing their job. "Halt, or we'll shoot!" But as the first acolyte steps forth and rips open the door, one of the guards opens fire in her with his gun. The other three open fire on Magneto and his other Acolytes, knowing that they're unlikely to back down peacefully. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     Shots from the security guards strike the green psionic field around Unuscione and the energy field around Magneto. The shots spart and richochet outward as they hit the fields but do no damage. No Acolytes are advancing further, however, as they wait for Magneto's command and his fifteen minute deadline. Magneto waves his hand as he attempts to disarm the guards that have metal guns they can fire again. Parking meters begin to rip up from the sidewalk and attempts to force the guards back and out of the way of the front door with the threat of crushing.     Magneto turns his head as he hears Hank McCoy's voice and the calls from the man. Only his eyes can be seen beneath the helmet and the crackle of power around him. "No, Henry. No one choses to not be a mutant. We are what we are. We cannot change that any more than an African American can change his color. If we allow this cure to continue, it will be used as a weapon. I have no doubt as I have seen this before. THere will be consequences to being a mutant. I won't say it will be a life of ease, but you need to accept you are a mutant first or else they will win with thearpy and persuasion and finally force." He turns away and hovers closer to the building. Has it been 15? Hard to tell. He does pauces once more as Hank admits about the cure's connections. "Doctor...." His voice is cold now. Very cold. "We have heard enough from you." A parked car shakes for a moment before it begins to shred into pieces and fly towards Hank attempting to bind him in a make shift cage. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     One of the Acolytes quickly approaches Magneto and motions to him. The Master of Magnetism lowers and stands next to the man as he is whispered to. Magneto returns to the air to ponder and remains silent. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Pixie, save our teacher. Beast is outside and Magneto threw a car at him. Teleport him out. >> The mechanical voice comes through the New Mutant's comm link as Jeremy continues to sit rigid at the bench. His fingers are blurring away at the keyboard in front of him as his eyes continue to flicker, almost coming white with how rolled up they are into his head. He gives a jolt here and there as the hair rises along his arms and the back of his neck. By now, his nose is pouring blood through one nostrils and dripping on to his shirt. Lines and lines of code is pouring along his screen in digital characters which would make one assume he is typing in 'wing dings' font. Windows pop up and then close just as fast. He lets out a loud cough, one that sounds like a gurgling hiccup. How much time has passed? It's hard to tell with his ears ringing and the white noise that is skipping between his ears. << I'm really sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. >> Strangers in the crowd are glancing down at their phones now as green bubbles pop up on their devices, apologizing to them? What could anyone be sorry for. << I'm sorry that I have to kill you. >> The power in the clinic just went out. There is a loud FWOOM as generators go down, followed by a couple of power lines sparking. Somewhere in SOHO District, a digital billboard just apologized to the crowds of shoppers: I'm sorry! Poor N342wd342. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Copy that, Pixie. Eyes in the sky, do not engage."      Turning to glance at Indi, Shannon nods. "Do what you can, I'll try to keep a lookout. We're not gonna ditch our teammate." Her brows furrow, and she adds, "But I'm with ya. This is way above our paygrade and yeah, I kinda want to see us all come out of this alive."      With a few strong downstrokes of her wings, she's up in the air, spiraling quickly upwards in a tight circle above her teammates, till she's at a decent altitude to hover and get a good look at the goings-on below.      Her heart clenched as she saw the billboard light up, letting out a soft sigh and making a mental note to talk to Jeremy later. Whatever happened, could not have been good.      But then, there was the revelation from Dr. McCoy. Pieces of metal flying at him to cage him. Pixie plus metal did not make a good mix. "Pixie, can you get him out of there or do you need a hand?" 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' Guns are blaring, parking meters are flying. This just went from bad to ugly. Gritting her teeth, Indira stands firm in front of Jeremy while it all beging to go down. She was prepared for a fight, but not what she hears. "...wait, w-what?" She stammers as she hears what Hank proclaims and a look of dawning shock comes onto her face. Her fingers curl into fists and a few pops of electricity spark up around white knuckles. "He's apart of this?" She doesn't have much opportunity to digest this revelation about one of the team's primary mentors before car parts start flying. She looks over her shoulder towards the others of her team but her words die out as she sees the state of Jeremy. The word that makes it out of her isn't even in English, but it sounds blistering and rude as its spit out with a mix of anger and fear. "Jeremy! Stop!" She rapidly shakes out her one hand and discharges a fizzling bolt of electricity into the concrete before she reaches towards Jeremy. She pauses a split second before clamping her hand down on his shoulder. He may still get shocked, but he's probably not going to get electrocuted. "Come on, we gotta bail!" 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' And does Hank get out of the way? Oddly, no he doesn't, because he is frozen with guilt. The metal forms a cage aroun him,. trapping him like an ANIMAL. Trapping him, perhaps, like the way he BELIEVES he should be trapped. He wraps his paws around the makeshift bars, his muzle pressed between them. "Please, Don't DO THIS!!!" he implores, his voice taking on a more beastial desperate quality, "You /could/ be right, Magneto. Things /could/ fall along the lines you think, but they also could /NOT!/ You have to give people, ALL people, the chance to choose their future. The chance to choose between following the steps of the past, or forging something new and better. You CANNOT prejudge them, ANY OF THEM, Magneto, or you will succumb to the SAME guilt that other tyrants have." he cries out. "Like /me/! I made a choice, Max. A /bad/ one! I was afraid! I was a young man barely able to hide what I was. So to find a cure for mutation. But more selfishly for /myself/. And when I was finally outed I tried the cure and LOOk WHAT IT DID TO ME! It turned me from a beast into An ANIMAL!" shakes the cage. "This was my punishment for being SELFISH in my reasons to cure mutancy! And I deserved it! "And thats also when I learned I could make ANOTHER choice. To learn from my horrible, terrible, flawed and SELFISH mistake. I destroyed my work. I dedicated myself to helping heal people, human and mutant alike, teaching them there was better ways." "You have to give these people, human and mutant alike, the right to find out if their choices are mistakes or not! You don't get to choose FOR THEM." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn is busy flying around, clearing the three floors of the clinic. Fortunately most people flee out peacefully through the back door without incident. But once those lights flicker out they start to panic. It may take a while for the backup generators to kick in but for the moment, Megan lights the way with her pink glowing dagger, doing her best to calm the fleeing crowds. "Alright guys, the interior is mostly clear, Dr Brightman refuses to leave though, he's determined to stand up for what he believes. If we let Magneto near him, he'll kill him.." she frowns as she flies out, scanning the area, listening and seeing the signs flashing, "Jeremy! You ok? Indira we should get him out of here to safety. Shan, how's the perimeter, did the protestors and clients flee?" Its then that she flies out and notices Hank entrapped in a cage. "Dr McCoy! You have to fight back or he'll kill you! Sihal Novarum CHINOTH!" She swings an arm at him, teleporting the metal cage away from him, though seeming to strain a bit, doing her best to port it away from herself as well. Still the iron seems to have her break out in a sweat. "Dont worry Dr McCoy, he's safe. You gotta get outta here.." her wings droop a bit. Some of the guards snarl, unleashing another round of bullets while one of them is a bit smarter and pulls out the neutro-x dart, firing it off at the Acolyte that destroyed the door. Another attempts to shoot one off at Magneto. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     "I will judge them by their actions, Doctor, as I will judge you. Creating this cure is a clear and present danger to mutant kind. I am not harming anyone that wishes to take it. I am just removing the threat." Magneto turns back towards the building. "Your time is up. The building will now be destroyed."     As electricty begins to suddenly depower and Magneto floats backwards as if attacked. He turns his head to the left and the right as if looking for a source. One hand goes up and quickly a large man with a tied scarf over one eye is charging towards Jeremy. "Bring him to me."     Magneto's attention is in the direction of Jeremy and, as such, his Acolytes as well. They were remaining still as they waited for the order to attack when the dart is fired off. Magneto is still floating and his the field around him. THe dart is knocked away without a thought. The other one though strikes Unuscione who was not watching. She shrieks and clutches her arm where the dart hit. She is falling to the ground still crying out.     Magneto's head whirls around as he hears her scream. "Humans and their guns," he almost growls beneath his breath. Both hands come up. Suddenly the building begins to be coated in metal. Post boxes, cars, lampposts, anything metal is almost melted and flows towards the building. Sealing it up. Every crack and nook. Quickly the metal coating is racing up the side of the building when there is a loud crack and crash from inside the building. The water mains have been yanked out of the ground and begins to fill the building with the rush of city water. It can't leak out. It is filling the building.     Magneto turns once more to Hank. "Their pride brought this one. They must be taught that I do not forget a slight or a debt." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' When Indi grabs him by the shoulder and sends a shock through him, Jeremy gives another jolt, eyes rolling back forward as he slides his hands away from his laptop. He reaches up, trembling, and wipes the blood away from his face. The laptop slides forward into the bag at his knees and he reaches down to snag it. << Let's go. >> He gives a weak nod to Indira, his skin even more flushed then normal. He pushes himself up to his feet, then looks over as the Acolytes start heading towards them. His eyes widen as he shoves the backpack into Indi's arms. << Run. Get out of here. >> He pushes her towards the fleeing crowds as he stumbles to his feet to take off as well. He's not a fast runner. Not like his more combat tested friends. He's a nerd at the end of the day. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Pixie! I'll grab Spyderbyte, can you get Indi out of there?" Shannon knew all too well that Jeremy was not the most physically fit member of the team. He would not have much time.      She'd have one chance at this.      Snapping her wings inwards, she dives from the sky, aiming straight for Jeremy, her arms extended and slightly curled. Her hair whips out behind her as she barrels down from the sky, and for a moment, it looks as if she might hit the ground.      But this is a maneuver she has executed many a time in play, yet never quite thought it would see use in the field.      At the last possible second, she snaps her wings outwards to glide along close to the ground, coming up behind Jeremy and moving to scoop him up. It was not easy, and if successful, she lets out an 'oof!'. Granted, she is slowed down, but at least it is still faster than he could make it out on his own. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Hank can't run.. he has sunken to his knees even as Pixie has teleported the cage away. the once bouncy blue Beast looks forlorn, kneeling there on the cold ground, snow whifting around him, flakes of white stuck in his blue mane, staring at his paws which sit limply on his lap. "Can't run... All my fault..." he groans under his breath, then clutches his mane, twisting the blue fur in his powerful fingers.. "NomorenomorenomoreNO MORE FIGHTING!" And he arches back, releasing a primordial ROAR that cuts through the air.. a sound that was impressed on the human genome millions of years ago on the savanna when their ancestors were still primitive scavengers. And in an instant The Beast has become more than just a codename. His hunter's eyes catch everything, every movement in a blink. And the predators cunning and reaction time, augmented and hopefully tames somewhat by one of the most brilliant minds on the planet, takes hold. Neutralize the dangerous. Cover the innocent. Let them flee. Create some chaos. Beast SURGES forward, immediately scooping up snow in his paws and crunching them with his enhanced strength until the pressure forces snow to dense balls of ice. He starts tossing them at every human with a gun.. Head-shots only.. aimed to knock them out by striking with oblique angles. Acolytes, unless they seem human-durable don't get as lucky. Beast rips a cap off a fire hydrant, tossing the plug at whomever seems the most durable, and twists the hydrant itself in it's ground mount, spraying other humans and acolytes alike with frigid water under pressure. And then he is past that, and he grabs a tire off a car, ripping it from it's rim, and spinning a few times before he LOBS it at full strength towards Magneto... One thing after another, attacking both side's aggressors.. distracting them, making himself a target, so everyone else can escape. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' Indira finds herself with a backpack in hand and Jeremy bolting with an Acolyte charging their way. Even as she shoulders the pack, she doesn't take off immediately. Instead, she stretches out her free hand and with a grimace she summons up her power. Her eyes gleam with a silver-violet glow and a similar shine wraps around her extended hand that begins to crackle and hiss before she lets loose with a lance of electricity. It's like a bolt of lightning that arcs towards the Acolyte. "HEY! Pick on someone your own size!" She is not his size, but semantics. It may buy Jeremy and Shannon time. Hopefully it does, because Indira is turning away as loudly as she says that and is running. And she can run. She's not superhumanly fast, but fast for a girl who spends a lot of her free time working out and enjoying some entry level parkour. The adrenaline screaming in her veins sure helps too. It's probably a lot of that. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn blinks as Magneto makes a move towards the building. As far as she knows, Dr Brightman is still in there. "No!" she yells. At the same time, Jeremy and Indira are in the crosshairs of the Acolytes and likely his next targets. Hopefully Shannon can fly him to safety as Megan is moving a bit more slowly, caught between trying to port him to safety and porting Dr Brightman out of the collapsing building. Fortunately it seems that Shannon's already heading for Jeremy and it seems that Indira is more than capable of fending for herself. She turns to the collapsing building instead, disappearing in another flash, searching for the Doctor before the whole place can come down. Hopefully both will emerge before that happens. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     Even as the building fills with water, Magneto is able to pay attention to everything else too. He extends one hand towards the rampaging Beast and attempts to snap a magnetic bubble around him. "You bore me, Doctor," and as he turns his head towards Jeremy and Indira, "And as for you two..." His other hand comes out. THe bolt of lightning that Indira had sent toward Javits suddenly bends in midair and shoots up into the sky harmlessly. "You are far more interesting. I would have that computer." Javits makes a snatch towards Shannon diving towards Jeremy with huge strong hands. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he is caught by Shannon and tugged upwards into the sky, Jeremy lets out a loud squawk of surprise. He finds his legs dangling beneath him like a helpless kitten and he instinctively tries to curl them upwards. His eyes widen visibly, feeling his stomach drop. He's never flown before. << Indi in trouble! >> He reaches out with his powers again, but instead of connecting, he finds a brick wall slamming him in the brain. Everything shoots up like fire into his skull. He clutches his nose again, giving another cough. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      For a moment, Shannon's heart sank. Color drained from her face, and her grip beneath Jeremy's arms tightened as she realized that this time, she and her teammate were in the crosshairs of Magneto and his Acolytes.      And this was while doing her best to get them /away/ from a fight, too!      There was no time to think, only to act. As Javits made a grab at her, she pulled her right knee up towards her chest, glancing back over her shoulder for a brief moment.      Time seemed to move in slow motion.      She could see him reaching out to grab her ankle, her wing, anything he could grab to yank her out of the sky. She could feel herself lashing out with her right foot, aiming towards his face.      There was the shock up her leg as her foot connected with Javits' forehead. Her attempt at resistance proved enough to startle him, just long enough for her to get Jeremy higher up into the air, and fly him towards a rooftop a short distance away.      Time resumed its normal shape as she landed, setting him down as gently as she could. By now, though, even she had to catch her breath. Fit as she was, she had never attempted to carry a teammate that high that far. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' Indi is indeed in trouble and she's running like her life depended on it as she sprints for one of the nearby alleys. Trashcans, detritus, anything she can rapidly drag or knock into way behind her she does to try and make it more difficult for anyone on foot to try and pursue her. She doesn't spend a second longer than necessary trying to take stock of just Who might be following her. There! Fire escape. Get up and off the street. If she was lucky, someone's window was open to duck into - or kick her way into. She makes a running leap to catch the hanging ladder end with a clatter, then works to haul herself up hand over hand towards the first landing. See kids, this is why you pay equal attention to both arm and leg days. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     The fire escape moves under Indira's hand. The metal curls and tries to loop around her wrists and arms like a hand cuff as she climbs the fire escape ladder. The metal groans and tears as rust flakes off and falls with the snow flakes. The whole escape begins to shake and pull itself out of the alleyway and back towards where Magneto and the Acolytes stand. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he thumps against the rooftop, Jeremy continues to clutch at his head as it screams in pain. Owie Ow Ow. He rises up to his feet in a wobbly manner and looks downwards, then back towards Shannon. His mouth moves and his voice comes out in a raspy, wobbly manner due to his autistic stammer. "SSSssh Sssshaaa-aaaaanon. Ssss-aaa-ve I-I-Indie." He reaches to his phone and squeezes it, letting out a loud yelp of pain as he sends a command to Shan's phone to geo-locate Indi's device. There is a stumble to one side before he catches himself, then flops down on the rooftop. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' Getting to cover was a good idea, but Indi picked the wrong path to get there. She's just about to haul herself up onto the first landing when the ladder betrays her. There's a strangled noise of shock from her as her one hand is wrapped in rusted steel, and for a second in her surprise she loses her grip with the other and it leaves her flailing until she can resume her grip. Thankfully she's got both arms through the backpack so it doesn't fall, but she's left yanking at her pinned arm like a coyote with its leg in a bear trap. "Bakaree chodane vaala!!" She screams out towards Magneto with her teeth bared, but verbal berating seems all she can do at this point. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "I'll try, Jer! Get under cover!"      And just like that, Shannon spreads her wings once more and takes to the air, grimacing as she flies between the two buildings. Urban settings were not her best, thus she had emphasized those somewhat in her training back home. Now she was glad for every moment of it as she wings her way through the air towards where Indi has been pinned to the building.      A few colorful oaths questioning general hygiene, bedroom preferences, and one's paternity escape her. There was only one way Indi could have had her wrist trapped like that. And now she, too, was right in range.      But she had to try.      Flying close enough, she tries to wrap her arms around Indi's waist to give her enough support to hopefully work her hand free without fear of falling, but she keeps looking this way and that, eyes and ears open for the sound and sight of creaking, writhing, sinuous ropes of rusty metal that might or might not be heading her way.      "Can you get loose? We've gotta leggit!" 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     Magneto is just outside the alley now as the fire escape floats towards him carrying the angry Indira. "Now, young lady, I will have that computer. After that, you and your friends may scamper off whereever you like." His hand is clenching and the guard rail snakes back like a vine trying to get into the backpack. Another railing makes a swing at Shannon as she lands and comes along for the ride.     In the distance, the sound of sirens begins. Magneto shakes his head. "I suppose they had to show up at some point. Even in Westchester," he speaks more to himself than to anyone in particular. He turns his head. "Javitz, gather Unuscione, prepare to leave." THe large man goes over to the young woman who was still wrapped in a fetal position. Magneto turns back towards the fire escape before lowering it to the ground. "Hopefully this vile thing can be reversed. I will find out more about this cure, and if it pops up again, I will destroy it again. You will inform Dr. McCoy that his role will not be forgotten." He floats up and moves to join the other Acolytes. A sphere begins to form around them quickly and start to lift off into the air. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      While the railing does make a swipe at Shannon--and hits her in the ribs, right side--she keeps her supportive grip on Indi, digging her heels in so she won't be knocked loose quite so easily. However, there are likely to be some nice little bruises later.      While she was able to keep her teammate from falling, the piece of railing that was rooting around in Indi's backpack was, unfortunately, successful. It comes away with the laptop upon which Jeremy was working. A few rather colorful metaphors escape her, followed by a sigh of relief as the authorities begin to arrive at the scene.      The laptop was a loss, but at least they would all escape with their lives.      One out of two wasn't bad. 
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12541/The Enemy Of My Enemy

2020-12-10T00:47:36Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/12/09
|Location=Jean's Office - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Magneto comes knocking about The Cure. As expected, beliefs differ about how to move forward.
|Cast of Characters=221,47,114,202
|Tinyplot=Mutant Cure
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     The snow is falling outside as Christmas approaches the Mansion. It is midmorning, but the temperature has not climbed much even as the sun peeks through the snow clouds. It is quiet as the snow falls giving a hushed feel to the outdoors.     It is into this that there is a crackle of static electrcity as Magneto descends out of the sky. He is surrounded by a barely visible field of energy that crackles with the snow hitting it on the descent. He is dressed in a smart business suit, silver gray in color, and a long overcoat and gloves. He wears a well kept fedora on his head.     As he lands on the front steps of the Mansion, the field falls away from around him and the door knobs move on their own. The front doors swing open and he strides into the Mansion as if he owned it. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' The mansion has a vast array of security measures - standard, advanced, and mutant. All of them go off like a warzone was dropping on their roof. Jean is in her office doing her usual array of paperwork when the alarms sound physically and mentally. Her computers flare to life with the various camera feeds and warnings and there's a sigh who's volume rivals the alarms. << Well, it took him a few days longer than I expected. He's not dressed for war at least. Alone. >> Jean quickly feeds to Scott telepathically. She taps in a few commands to quiet the alarms and send word to teachers that there's no reason to panic, but to keep the students in their classes all the same until otherwise cleared. She's getting out of her chair and stepping out of her office as the front doors open, dressed in her own black pants suit with a shirt underneath in the school's gold. She also looks pretty well agitated. "*Visitors* tend to call ahead, Erik. You're lucky we didn't start shooting first." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' << He doesn't need to be dressed for war. He could flatten this school with a wave of a hand in a pair of swim trunks if he wanted. >> Scott Summers glances upwards from his tablet that he was holding to go over some 'paperwork' as he heads down one of the halls and into the main entry point. As he steps in line with Jean, he tilts his head upwards to stare at Erik from behind his ruby wrap-arounds. "Good morning, Erik." He says as he raises a mug up to take a sip from it, giving a glance to the various eyes of students that peek around corners and from up the stairs. There is already the murmuring of whispers of concern and excitement, followed by a few flashes of camera phones. Magneto is a celebrity. Either he's 'right' or he's 'wrong', but his history is just as engrained in Xavier's as Charles is. With a clear of his throat, he gives a glance towards the curious face, then jerks his head upwards, causing them to scatter like ants, though the whispers remain. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     "You are certainly more than welcome to try, Ms. Grey," Erik says in a clipped tone that still holds the remains of a foreign accent. He turns his attention to Scott and nods in return the raised mug. "Good morning, Mr. Summers." He extends his arms slightly and his coat, obviously laced with metallic fibers, slips off his shoulders and finds its way to a hook near the door. "Now that the pleasentries have been acknowledged, I would like to know why you did not inform me immediately when you discovered a 'cure' was being developed by the humans." His voice never changes volume. He is calm in appearance, but there is a tone of anger in the last sentence. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "I'd have thought you would have been following the grand exploits of Metaforce more closely." Jean says with a gesture of her hand towards her office. Not that of Charles, whom there seems to be no signs of. She doesn't wait for there to be any agreement on the matter before turning to lead the way through the staff meeting room and to her office. "We don't like the idea of a 'cure' anymore than you do, but we respect that mutants have as much right to free will and choice as anyone. That doesn't mean we don't expect someone will weaponize it, which is why we've been following this as close as we have to find a solution without giving them even more reason to want to eliminate us. Barreling down their down with guns blazing wouldn't accomplish that." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "You really have to ask that question outloud? Why would we? You're not an X-Man and you're prone to causing public spectacles of yourself that only makes our job harder in maintaining some type of peace between humans and mutants." Scott enters the office, sipping his coffee before he swings himself into a seat, turning to face Magneto. "We had our team watching the protests to see if Metaforce would attack the labs and cause a riot. They utilized young children and teens that were brainwashed to their cause to create a distraction outside, while they teleported inside to attack the scientists." There's another long sip from the mug. "We were able to capture the entire Metaforce team as well as gain samples of this 'cure' for Henry to examine, which he is currently working on to see if he can reverse engineer it. If they can take away a mutation, maybe we can restore it." 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     "Metaforce are children throwing a fit," Erik dismisses as he follows into Jean's office. "There are others that will deal with them as you did. But a cure," he shakes his head. "We both know that while the research is being done at some 'independent' lab," he says the word independent with a tone of skeptism, "in reality, it is government and military funded. It is how things are done in this country. It is not a matter of 'if' a cure will be weaponized, it is a fact that it is the primary goal all along."     Erik turns to look at Scott at mentioning the capture of the cure. "I would ask for a portion of this cure then so that my scientists on Genosha can also independently research it. Not that I do not trust Dr. McCoy, but I would prefer to have two seperate perspectives on this cure." He moves to settle down into a chair facing the two of them. "And, of course, the lab will be destroyed. I will give them a warning to get personel out, but people only." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Because you just expect that they'll be reasonable when an internationally marked terrorist tells them to clock out and leave or die?" Jean asks while she turns on an electric kettle before sitting at her desk while it heats. "Considering that this cure came out of nowhere and none of us heard about missing mutants, I'd wager it hasn't been in development very long and this is more of a testing scenario than a finished product. But, I'm no bio-chemist." "Point is, if someone's government and military is involved, if we all go in there guns blazing then we're going to give them exactly the ammo that they need - more allies, more funding, everything." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Exactly. The last thing we need is to give more attention to mutant hating crazies who want to wipe us out. Metaforce has been targetting hate groups up until they took a poke at the lab." Scott says as he peeks down into his empty coffee mug, then slides it to the side. "We are going to interrogate Metaforce to see what we can get out of them. If you want one of your Genoshan scientists to look at the samples, you're more than welcome to bring him or her here to work side by side with Henry. I don't feel 'comfortable' letting this cure leave the country." That's how you get ants after all. "Henry will be more than happy to share his lab and bounce ideas off with someone that can keep up with his level of intellect." 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     "You live in the same fantasy world that Charles always has," Erik says to the both of them. "There is no 'if'. Governments and Militaries are involved. They already well funded. They have allies. You may want to wait until you are struck before turning the other cheek, but I fail to see why we should stand there and be punched when we know it is coming." Erik steeples his fingers as he sits and listens. "Having the sample in a completely different lab, as well as different scientists, is how we avoid preconceived notions and tunnel vision on research. I can have a lab set up at the Genoshian embassy so that it does not leave the country, but it cannot simply be my scientists working alongside Dr. McCoy. As for Metaforce, you are do as you see fit, but I would ask for the sharing of anything relevant information." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Because it's better that they punch someone who can take the hit, versus turning their attention to those who can't." Jean remarks as steam begins to rise from the kettle beside her. "Metaforce already escalated this. If the rest of us go in blowing up their facilities en masse, then they'll come for all of us - from the X-Men to the streets. Genosha may have the luxury of some distance, but we don't. They were right here in our backyard. We can't afford to start a war until we have the information we need to defend against it." She restlessly crosses her arms across her chest as she frowns. "So if you want to help, then we work on this together. Our best minds and your best minds, but together where they can communicate without needing outside channels that others may listen in on." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' << That and to ensure he won't use it himself on his competition, such as us, or .. who knows.. Sinister. This is why I always was glad Charles would handle him. I don't play chess. >> Scott glances to Jean with that subtle pass of information through their minds. He drums his fingers on the sides of his coffee cup before he gives another glance towards Erik. He nods his head along with Jean's words. "Yes, we work on it together. Here. It's a take or leave it kind of deal. We only have so much of the sample that Henry was able to obtain." He reclines in the seat, shifting his jaw to the side in thought before he slides his phone out of his pocket to send a message to the fuzzy blue scientist. 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     "And how do we assure that they will punch those that can take the hit?" Erik raises an eyebrow. "Those that can make themselves the target. The authorities are already coming for us. If we don't focus them, they will come after all of us. I hit hard. They come after me." He shakes his head. "The war is already here. You should respond like you know that." His attention focuses more on Scott now. "If this is a take it or leave it, I will simply go to the source. I will take some of their scientists when I go to destroy the lab. You will have yours. I will have mine." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "Think we all know why Magneto really wants the cure..." The gravelly voice of the X-Men's fourth-shortest member is the only indication that he's present before he slips out from behind the closest shrubbery to the meeting. There's no telling how long Logan has been listening in, sneaky individual that he is, but his hands are covered in engine oil almost up to his elbows and his blue and gold Xavier's Staff t-shirt is going to need to be thrown out. So he was probably somewhere else first... Cracking open the tab of a cold-looking Molson's, Logan keeps his distance, ish, but makes his way behind their unexpected guest. "He thinks if he cures his mutation, it's gonna fix that weird thing that's goin' on with his nose." Guzzle. "Don't think it works that way, bub." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean Grey reaches over to collect the kettle and some mugs and begins to prep some tea, because talks of war go down better with a bit of civility. "And if you make threats like that, then you're giving them exactly what they want and making the lives of every mutant harder going forward. Even if you obliterate this lab or resolve this cure, what then? They'll just make another, and another, and the next lab will be better fortified than the last. Maybe they'll come build it right on Genosha where they have plenty of test subjects." "I don't want a *peaceful* resolution. This doesn't end with sides shaking hands and laughing over it being a terrible idea. I want a resolution that will last more than a week, or a month, maybe a year if we'd be lucky." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "We have already destroyed a majority of the lab. I'm sure by now they're moving their work to a new facility. We were not gentle with our efforts on taking down Metaforce." Scott lets out a low sigh in his throat. "And you know if you attack them straight on, we'll have to get involved and have an epic throwdown in which everyone's feelings get hurt. Just put your pride away, Erik, and send your scientist over here to work with Hank. Teamwork makes the dreamwork. I even have a poster of it on the wall." He really does. It's right there on the left. Complete with a picture of a group of smiling construction workers high fiving each other. He tilts his head over to Logan, then gives a glance over to Jean with a withering sigh. "Good morning, Logan." 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     "Ahh, Logan," Erik says without a trace of surprise in his voice. "Charles's broadsword with the intellect to match." He turns his head to observe the Canadian for a moment before looking back at Jean and Scott. "The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy's not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable." Erik leans back into the chair slightly and crosses one leg over the other. "We resolve this by destroying any lab. Over and over again if neccessary. Eventually they will learn it is a waste of time and resources to keep doing it." He once again focuses on Scott. "And as much as you are a walking motivational poster, I will simply have to find my own sample apparently. I had hoped we could work together, but apparently you lack any of the subtlty of Charles." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Puffing up a bit, half-empty beer can in hand, Logan seems to take the veiled insult as a backhanded compliment. "Mornin'. -BRAAAAP- I disagree with everybody." Probably the least surprising thing that Logan has ever said, coming right ahead of 'I'm gonna be gone a few days.' and 'I need to borrow the Blackbird, I'm outta beer.' Speaking of which, he probably doesn't need any tea, having learned over the past few years to bring his own refreshmenets, because the X-Men have boring snacks. Xavier must own stock in a granola mine or something. "Me, I wanted to flush alla this cure down the toilet, up until Beast told me that here in New York... they don't treat the sewer water as well as they should. So if we flush it, we might mess around and cure every mutant in the Greater New York area... which would be ironic." Unlike Alanis Morissettte, Logan seems to have looked up the definition of the word 'ironic' at some point. He's full of hidden depths. "'Swhy I don't drink the tap water." He has, however, been spotted drinking straight from the koi pond, but he was coming off a really bad feral episode. "Speakin' of which, think I might have a sample of somethin' you could take with you. On yer way out." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Logan, it's too early." Scott says as he waves his hand towards the Canadian with a sigh. He pinches his brows with his fingers. "I am not Charles." He gives a tilt of his head towards the door, then rises upwards to his height. "If you have nothing else to bring to our attention, I believe Jean and I have a school to run." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean Grey slants a look past Scott and towards Logan with a restrained - or deeply repressed - sigh. Probably the latter. "Erik, for a man who professes mutants first, you're missing where we actually need mutants to want to stand and work together before they're ready to call themselves one people. That means working together, not giving black and white Or Else ultimatums. Threats aren't the foundation of a community. I'd think you'd understand that more than most." She sounds disappointed as she says it. "Our offer to work together stands. If you decide to make a war instead, then we can't help you." 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''     "Indeed." Erik rises from the chair with a nod to all of those present. "And I am sure I will pass on that offer, Logan." His overcoat flies in from the hallway and he slips his arms inside. He buttons the coat as his hat comes to him as well. "I do understand the meaning of community, Ms. Greay. Very well in fact. However, this is an attack. A clear and present danger to our existence and must be treated as such. If we let them have their cure, what will they want next and what will you be willing to give them? To appease them? There will always be a moment where we draw a line in the sand and say no farther. If they cure us all, what people will there be to stand together?" He finishes buttoning up his coat and tightening the belt. "And with that, I will wish you good afternoon, and I am sure we will cross paths again quite soon." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' A sour look comes across Logan's face, as if he's about to say something that he already regrets. So he finishes off the rest of his beer first, crumples up the can, and tosses it in the general vicinity of the trash can. He got really close this time. Basketball's not his game. "Sheeeeit..." Huh. He must really not want to say it. "You really wanna 'work together'... I might know a job could use a rare Magneto Team-Up. Otherwise, I'm gonna get shot a LOT..." It's impossible to know which of Logan's upcoming missions would benefit so greatly from the presence of the Master of Magnetism. But maybe they'll cross paths sooner than any of them would wish. 
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Doctor Octopus

2020-11-26T21:32:29Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Doctor Octopus
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8908
|Img=https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/Kp0AAOSwLEtYf7oB/s-l300.jpg
|FullName=Otto Octavius
|Gender=Male
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=VFC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Scientist. Gang Leader.
|Citizenship=US
|Residence=Manhattan, various others.
|Education=Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Self Taught.
|Groups=[[Spider-Verse]]
|Quote="Did Edison sleep before he turned on the light bulb? Did Marconi sleep before he turned on the radio? Did Beethoven sleep before he wrote the fifth?"
|PAge=39
|AAge=39
|DOB=12 March 1988
|Height=175 cm (5'9")
|Weight=91 kg (200 lbs)
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Alfred Molina
|Song=
|Profile=Once a promising nuclear physicist in the employ of the US government, Otto Octavius was well on his way to the top; Inventing a neural interface directly accessing his spine in a tentacle harness to help his work, Otto was a researcher trying to improve nuclear projects. 
 
Then, it all went wrong. A family matter distracted him and put him in a depressed state during a crucial time, and he ended up being irradiated when he didn't use a tentacle from the harness to avert disaster in time. 
 
Now, Otto Octavius is the self-styled Doctor Octopus; an insane mad scientist that spends the majority of his time working on petty crimes and science projects as he seeks to prove his intellectual superiority over all comers.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Neck length brown hair is parted in the middle, leading down into a stocky, unremarkable face. There's a squared jaw... but little else in the way of distinguishable features. It's as if the sculptor only paid attention to the lower half of Otto's face, with how plain his cheekbones, with his eyes hidden behind the wrap-around safety glasses. Further down, most of his neck is covered in a brown overcoat going down to his knees. Below that is a brown jumpsuit that goes from his neck, right down to his feet, completely covering up the tentacle harness around his chest... but not the arms themselves. Menacing and sleek, the tentacles of Otto Octavius move smoothly around him, as if they're completely a part of him.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Born in Schenectady, New York, to a lower-class family, only child Otto Octavius was to be raised by his overbearing mother and his abusive father. During his youth, Otto would often receive beatings at home, or school. His father would roar at Otto to use violence when dealing with bullies whilst his mother, on the other hand, always put Otto off using violence. Sometimes Otto's father would beat him during rages, earning Otto's hatred. Later in his life, he was accepted into M.I.T., and during his early college days, his father was killed in a construction accident during Otto's first year of college. His mother used her husband's early death to manipulate Otto into studying more. Otto's hard work paid off when he graduated at the top of his class and became a researcher at the Atomic Research Center upon graduating. To help manipulate radioactive substances from a safe distance, Otto constructed a chest harness controlling four mechanical, tentacle-like arms - earning him the nickname Doctor Octopus. At work, had fallen in love with a fellow researcher, Mary Anders, but when Otto pronounced his intentions to marry her, his mother was against it, saying nobody was good enough for her son, causing him to break off his engagement. When Otto discovered his mother dating behind his back, he blew up in rage at her. During the argument, Mary died of a heart attack, leaving Otto without a mother and with bitter feelings. Consumed with guilt, Otto couldn't fully focus during work, and volatile liquids exploded when he didn't reach them in time with his arms - bombarding the scientist with radiation. The substances left him capable of mentally controlling the arms, but the accident also caused irreversible brain damage - transforming the respected scientist into a megalomaniacal superhuman criminal. Since then, he's been self-teaching himself, and engaging in petty crimes to finance his projects.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Before the accident, Otto was a promising scientist, a prodigy of potential that could one day potentially rival people in the League of Tony Stark. Despite his childhood, he could have made solid contributions to science. Instead, while he was handling an expiriment at the Atomic Research Center, an accident (was it his fault, or was someone jealous of his genius? We'll never know for sure) became the catalyst that both fused his mechanical arm harness to his torso, and ruined his brain, forever altering his outlook on life. Since that fateful day, Otto has pursued science aggressively, often to the detriment of those around him. Whether he's robbing banks to fund his projects and research, or he's leading the Octoboys in yet another fight to gain control of resources or turf, Doctor Octopus is his own man, with his own goals now.
|Abilities=
'''Genius:'''
 
A world class genius before his accident, Otto has a brilliant mind easily in the top leagues of the planet. 
'''Superhuman Concentration:'''
 
Doctor Octopus is capable of extraordinary mental feats, among them being able to multitask on multiple levels with his arms and tentacles. While he himself handles a task, each of his tentacles can be used for entirely other tasks, without serious strain on his mental capacity. Of course, he can only do this to a certain point. Two complex tasks tends to be his routine limit. Going beyond that is very stressful for a short while, but doable. 
'''Tentacle Harness:'''
 
Tentacles: Doctor Octopus is in direct Neural/Psionic control of a set of four electrically powered, prehensile tentacles attached to a custom fitted harness from his lower chest to his waist. Constructed of a Titanium-steel alloy, the harness and tentacles are highly durable, highly mobile, anti-corrosive, very lightweight, and capable of returning basic sensations (and audio/visual signals through micro-cameras at the ends) to Otto through the electrical spinal fusion by the accident. Powered by a custom nuclear thermo-electric generator, the harness can run for years before it needs to be resupplied, and the harness itself can be controlled mentally from long distances (up to 900 miles) by Doctor Octopus, should he ever for some reason be separated from it. Strength: The tentacles themselves are capable of lifting in the general range of eight tons each, with total capacity being twenty four tons if Otto uses a tentacle for support. Each tentacle is able to hit with the force of a jackhammer, and move around ninety feet per second at maximum speed. Telescoping: Each tentacle is six feet completely compacted, and can reach out to twenty four feet at full length. Travel: The tentacles are capable of traveling in any direction (up to fifty miles an hour in a 'straight dash' on all four tentacles) as long as they can grab onto or create 'handholds' in the material. Usually this means things like concrete, brick, or various forms of stone or marble, all the way up to rusted or thin metallics. Anything steel or stronger is simply too strong to get through, and must be traversed via 'handholds'.
|Skills=
'''Combat:'''
 
While Otto himself has no martial skill whatsoever and only engages in moderate exercise to keep in average shape, he has mastered the art of using his tentacles in combat. Superhuman concentration and years of practice have made it so Otto is quite capable of taking on skilled metahumans with them, and can quite effectively take on normal humans without much issue. 
'''Scientist:'''
 
Otto holds a degree in nuclear physics, and is considered one of -if not the- foremost experts on the subject. He also has a minor in robotics and biochemistry that he has self-taught to be one of the top experts in that subject as well, in order to better maintain his harness. Since the accident, he's also self-taught himself engineering and chemistry. 
'''Strategist:'''
 
A side effect of his genius and his criminal lifestyle, Otto is a capable strategist. He's quite capable of solo and small squad tactics as the need arises... but his primary strength is long term planning.
|Resources=
'''Hideouts:'''
 
Otto has a couple state-of-the-art lab-bunkers hidden away in Manhattan and a few other cities, for use in going to ground if he's being hunted. Small, but useful, these facilities act more as emergency depots than anything else, with basic fabrication and living space. 
'''Octoboys:'''
 
A small gang in Manhattan, Otto keeps his people mostly under the radar of the bigger fish. Otto uses them for robberies and other petty crimes to finance his projects.
|Weaknesses=
'''Megalomania:'''
 
Doctor Octopus firmly believes that the world would be better off under his guidance, with his many projects mostly aimed towards that end. 
'''Mostly Human:'''
 
Despite his control over his tentacle arms and his genius, Otto is still as human as anyone else beyond that, despite being technically metahuman at this stage. He needs air, water, food, and everything else a normal human needs, and will die if shot. 
'''Psychopath:'''
 
Once upon a time, Otto was fairly well adjusted, if depressed. After the nuclear accident that permanently altered his physiology, he was not only granted mental control over his tentacles, but his moral and emotional centers were degraded to the point where he feels no remorse for causing suffering or death. He can toss people off bullet trains into heavy oncoming traffic without a shred of guilt. Everything is a means to an end, for him.
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Black Canary

2020-11-25T18:59:53Z

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|NameOnMUSH=Black Canary
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=276
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/5Nnk17K.jpg
|FullName=Dinah Drake
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Vigilante/Singer/Florist
|Citizenship=Dominion of Canada
|Residence=Mansion Alpha (Tamarind Island, Sunshine Coast and Sherwood Florist (Pennytown, Starling
|Education=College Education
|Groups=[[Birds of Prey]], [[Outsiders]], [[Team Arrow]], [[Alpha Flight]], [[SHIELD]], [[Justice League]], [[Gotham-OOC]], [[Martial Arts-OOC]], [[Space-OOC]], [[Starling-OOC]], [[Street Level-OOC]]
|Quote="I miss having people watching my back, and not having to figure out everything alone. Call it a family, call it a team, call it whatever you like. I just want to know what it's like to trust somebody again."
|PAge=26
|AAge=26
|DOB=12 March 2001
|Height=170 cm (5'7")
|Weight=56 kg (123 lb)
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Katheryn Winnick
|Song=The Tea Party - "Soulbreaking"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKibSCQhvB8&index=32&list=RDk2XtNJARXCg
|Profile=Originally a street kid from Starling, Dinah has experienced a great deal of sorrow in her young life. Raised by a sensei, she became a proficient martial artist and was formerly in Team 7, and later joined Alpha Flight. She currently tries to balance her life as an vigilante and adventurer with her civilian life as a florist and singer, spending some of her time on the streets of Gotham and Bludhaven, thanks to advances that allow almost instantaneous travel from her home in Starling, who also needs her attention. She is a well-respected member of the hero community, and known to be a natural leader with excellent tactical instincts and training, owing to her mastery of numerous martial arts styles. 
 
This Canary's birdsong can shake your house down!
===Current Player Approved: November 25th, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
While not particularly tall, this young woman exudes confidence and an athletic grace that gives her a strong presence that draws the eye. Thick dark gold hair falls in loose waves, framing her face and brushing against the backs of her shoulders and upper back, her long layers of bangs shading wild blue eyes set in a softly-featured oval face. She has a pert nose and full, sensuous lips brushed with dark red lipstick. Her figure is short, but athletic, with noticeable definition over her arms, midriff, and long toned legs. She wears what she likes to think as her 'rooftop work' outfit, a matte black one piece bodysuit that hugs the full curves of her chest and firm midriff, with faint lines running up either side of her front curving inwards then back out to the shoulder. It has a high collar to protect her neck, with a zipper that runs from her midriff all the way up to the o-ring dangling at her throat. Her muscular arms are bared from shoulder to wrist, with her hands protected by fingerless black leather fighting gloves and bracers, with burnished steel armored plates protecting the back of her hands and wrists. Her legs are equally bare from hip to ankle, save for black fishnet stockings. She wears black military-style boots, laced to the top and tied securely.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Dinah was born to Dinah Drake, but never got to meet her father, as her mother passed away when she was still young. With no one to take her in, she grew up on the streets of Starling, until one day she was caught dumpster diving by a kindly martial arts teacher named Desmond Lamar. Lamar took pity on the young girl and offered to let her stay in his dojo in return for her helping out with building maintenance. As the years passed, Dinah came to see Desmond as the father she had never had, as well as becoming his top student. When he passed away from brain cancer, Lamar left his dojo to Dinah, who took over teaching there. Despite her youth, Dinah was able to keep the dojo running and protect it from the local gangs, up to when it was unfortunately burned down. Luckily, Dinah was not home at the time, having run into a mysterious mortally wounded man who gave her a device and urged her to protect it, touching off a running battle with a group of ninjas attempting to retrieve the device that ended in them overwhelming the young woman. Luckily, a special government operative named John Lynch, whom the mortally wounded man had worked for, arrived with his team and saved Dinah, thanking her for keeping the device safe. When Lynch returned with Dinah to find her dojo destroyed along with everything she owned, Lynch offered her a position on his anti-metahuman squad, Team 7. Dinah agreed to join, and served on Team 7 for years, during which she met her future husband and fellow team officer, Kurt Lance, whom she secretly married while on the team. She also discovered that one purpose of the squad was to put soldiers under stress or unusual chemical or technological effects in order to trigger metahuman abilities. Dinah's metagene did trigger during such testing, manifesting a powerful sonic ability she dubbed the 'Canary Cry'. Tragically, Kurt was lost in a battle with a terrorist organization, where he used his metahuman amplification powers to supercharge Dinah's cry. The resulting sonic explosion collapsed the palace they were in and vaporized a good chunk of the island it was on. Only a few members of Team 7 survived, with the rest disbanding afterwards, including Dinah, who wanted some distance from the loss she had suffered, both of her husband and of many of her closest friends and teammates, including Lynch. She subsequently returned to her maiden name, and was in mourning. Following her departure from Team 7, Dinah returned home to Starling and became a vigilante, taking the name Black Canary, while investing in a florist shop to give her a sense of normalcy and a civilian identity. Her activity and abilities drew her to the attention of Alpha Flight, who recruited her as one of their members. She continued operating as an independent vigilante, dealing with a variety of threats and investigations, while working with and fighting alongside other heroes. During her tenure she was captured and badly tortured, which rendered her infertile, incapable of using the Canary Cry, and required her taking some time to recover, though she eventually had the opportunity to be dunked in a Lazarus Pit, which restored her to full health, voice, and fertility. She turned to music as an outlet, joining as the lead singer of a rock band called Ashes on Sunday, which was later renamed to Black Canary after she saved her fellow band members from the deranged singer she had replaced. She has found her new double life as adventurer/vigilante and florist/lead to be difficult to maintain, but has been reluctant to give up either side of her life for the other.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Dinah is a strong, confident woman, with a disciplined mind that makes her both an effective tactician and a mistress of the martial arts. She displays clear-headed thinking in a crisis, and is one of those people who like many heroes will run towards trouble to see if she can help in an emergency. She has a sense of humor and flirtatiousness that can come out even in the middle of a fight, mostly with wry commentary, jokes, or teasing comments, but these do not detract from her underlying seriousness about doing her job right. She is extremely loyal to friends and teammates, which means that when she is betrayed, it can hit her very hard and undermine her confidence that people have her back. She prefers to work as part of a team over solo when possible, as she likes having people she can depend on when dealing with dangerous situations rather than operating solo. While she constantly trains to keep herself in top shape, she also enjoys unwinding with more relaxing pursuits, be it training others in the martial arts, singing, or floral arrangement, as she finds it grounds her in 'normal' life and reminds her what she's fighting for. However, she has a strong sense of morality and ethics unusual in a former spec ops soldier, as she lacks some of the ruthlessness and pragmatism that come from a more military mindset. This has caused her to turn down training that might have improved her martial skills further, out of a desire not to become a killer. However, she does prefer to get right to the point, and can seem blunt. She also has a temper that she can struggle to keep under control, especially when fighting opponents who are using innocents as hostages or have hurt them. She tries to avoid using her metahuman abilities unless necessary, preferring to fight hand-to-hand and to outmanuver or outhink opponents when possible, but will use it when confronted with metahumans who cannot be hurt through conventional means or when faced with a mass attack.
|Abilities=
'''Canary Cry:'''
 
Dinah possesses a unique metahuman ability she has dubbed the Canary Cry, an ultrasonic scream whose effects can vary from disorienting or knocking down oponents, to shattering organic and inorganic objects such as metal or bones, at full power. She has an incredible degree of control over her vocal cords, allowing her to mimic sounds and voices to an incredible extent. She can even glide for great distances when directing her Cry downwards, especially with a hang glider or other similar aerodynamic gear. She can generate devastating volumes that can tear a person apart, and can even use ultra-low-frequency sonics to help extinguish fires. 
'''Sonic Immunity:'''
 
Part of her metahuman changes is a thick membrane inside her ear canals. They allow her to withstand extremely loud noises, such as her own Canary Cry.
|Skills=
'''Acrobatics:'''
 
Along with martial arts, Dinah has trained herself in acrobatics and gymnastics, specifically for use during combat and infiltration as well as for evasion and mobility. This extends to knowing how to fall and roll with hits to lessen an impact and to take less damage from a strike, and has above average flexibility. She is an experienced expert in parkour, alowing her to quickly move over obstacles or to climb in an urban setting. 
'''Driving:'''
 
Dinah is an expert driver, capable of driving a variety of civilian and military vehicles. She is particularly incredible at driving motorcycles, her favorite vehicle of choice, especially her custom Harley. In addition to military grade driving courses in evasive and aggressive driving, she can perform a variety of vehicle stunts that would be impossible for your average driver. 
'''Floral Arranging:'''
 
As one of the ways for her to unwind, Dinah has learned to care for and prepare a variety of floral arrangements, from the classic bouquets to more advanced centerpieces for special occasions. She's turned this hobby into a business with her florist shop, and often keeps her hand in by putting together arrangments personally. 
'''Infiltration:'''
 
Dinah served as the infiltration expert of Team 7 as Operative 'Canary', and has retained her training. This includes casing a site for the best way to get inside without being detected, as well as skills like lockpicking and using high tech intrusion equipment - with reluctance - to bypass locks and alarms. 
'''Investigation:'''
 
Dinah is an experienced investigator, able to piece together clues and data to analyze what has happened at a crime scene or other locations and come to a deductive conclusion. While not specifically trained, her experience with Team 7 combined with what she's picked up from more trained teammates and friends allows her to explore strange situations and generally come to a mostly correct conclusion about what has happened or is going on. 
'''Martial Arts:'''
 
Dinah is one of the top martial artists in the world, having actively pushed her abilities and trained from the best in the world to learn from every style she encounters. This includes akido, boxing, capoeira, Dragon style kung fu, hapkido, judo, jujitsu, krav maga, muay thai, savate, tae kwon do, and wing chun, though she has picked up a smattering of other styles, even a bit of exotic styles like Themiscyrian martial arts. She is particularly skilled in judo and boxing. She is constantly interested in improving her abilities and adding new moves to her repertoire, and joining dojos to learn new styles is one of her favorite hobbies. 
'''Multilingual:'''
 
In addition to English, Dinah is fluent in Japanese and Korean (mostly due to martial arts training needs), and has a smattering of bits of other languages she's picked up in her travels around the world. She can only read and write fluently in English and Japanese, however. 
'''Music:'''
 
Dinah's superhuman control over her vocal cords gives her perfect pitch and a vocal range any professional singer would kill to possess. As part of playing with her band, she's become a accomplished rock and metal singer, as well as mastering the guitar to accompany her voice. In addition, she's an expert harmonica player, which she uses as a way to train herself in vocal modulation and breathing control to better use her Canary Cry. 
'''Peak of Fitness:'''
 
Dinah has the strength level of a woman her size and weight who engages in intensive physical training and exercise. She can bench her twice own body weight, and is at the peak of unaugmented human fitness. She conducts regular exercises and drills to maintain her body as the well-honed instrument that it is. 
'''Pilot:'''
 
Dinah is an experienced pilot of both military and civilian aircraft, from older prop planes, to modern helicopters, to advanced vehicles like the Alpha Flight Arrows. Given time, she can figure out how to fly most aircraft skillfully. She has her own civilian pilot's license. 
'''Sensei:'''
 
In addition to mastering many martial arts, Dinah has the rarer ability to be a good teacher in training others to use those same skills. Much of this is a hold over from when she was running Lamar's judo dojo in Starling, where she often taught students before it burned down. Dinah takes a great deal of satisfaction and pleasure in passing on her skills to those who are interested in learning from her. 
'''Tactical Analysis:'''
 
Dinah is a trained military operative, with an excellent understanding of small unit tactics and a honed tactical mind for keeping track of changing variables in a fight. These combine with her personal charisma and leadership abilities to make her a very effective leader, who knows the strengths and weaknesses of her team and how best to coordinate everyone to complete a goal. 
'''Team 7 Training:'''
 
Dinah served with the anti-metahuman unit Team 7 for years as an officer, and got a good deal of her training while being part of the team. She has expert training in anti-metahuman tactics, small unit tactics, covert operations, and general military tactics and procedure, though she doesn't make use of a lot of it these days.
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'''Armor:'''
 
When she left Team 7, Dinah was allowed to retain her custom-fitted armor, a black and gold bulletproof bodysuit with armor reinforcing the shoulders, elbows, and gloves. She wears an advanced kevlar carbon-fiber polyer armor mesh over her legs that allows her to take full advantage of her acrobatic and martial arts manuverability. The armor contains self-repairing nanobots that will repair most damage given time. Often she only wears the fighting gloves, as they're easier to conceal than the full set, but will pull out the full armor when she knows she'll be going into a serious situation where it will come in handy. Her normal black one-piece costume is also bullet resistant over her torso and neck, but doesn't protect her arms or legs as well as her full armor. 
'''Ashes On Sunday:'''
 
Dinah is the lead singer of the band Ashes on Sunday, which she performs gigs with regularly when she can. While it can be difficult to manage gigs with her vigilante life, she finds it a useful means of blowing off steam through her music, as well as a modest paycheck. She's recently been offered a contract with A&B Records for a full album, and has taken the name D.D. when singing and playing guitar with her band. After having to act in her vigilante role during a tour, she's begun teaching her band mates Lord Byron (drummer), Paloma Terrific (keyboards), and mute guitarist Ditto how to defend themselves - just in case. 
'''Equipment:'''
 
While Dinah doesn't lean heavily on equipment, she's collected some useful items over the years. The ones she uses most is the necklace and earring communicators she used as part of Alpha Flight, which are almost always on her person. Most of the rest of her collection consists of a wide variety of martial arts weapons, which she uses primarily for training, and her infiltration equipment: climbing gear, lock picks, burglar tools, etc.. However she also possesses some more esoteric equipment, such equipment she used during the period she was unable to use her Canary Cry, such as high frequency sonic disruptors, gas pellets, sonic screamer grenades, and swing lines. While she doesn't lug most of this equipment around, it's there for her to bring with her if a mission calls for it. 
'''Motorcycle:'''
 
Dinah has a highly-modified custom Harley motorcycle, built from a vintage frame but enhanced with more advanced and durable materials and armored over vulnerable areas. It's her baby, even if it's only barely street legal, and her preferred vehicle of choice. Having driven it for years, and constantly tinkering with it, she can perform stunts on this bike that seem impossible, for she knows its every move. 
'''Sherwood Florist:'''
 
Dinah is the owner and proprietor of Sherwood Florist, a modest Starling floral shop that is both a source of income and a means for her to unwind when she's not off adventuring. It includes an apartment upstairs over the shop that serves as her home, as she owns the whole building currently.
|Weaknesses=
'''Cry No More:'''
 
Canary can emit her Canary Cry for a while, somewhat due to an excellent lung capacity and drawing on her metahuman energies. But there are limits. It's taxing to emit a long Cry. If she has to 'broadcast' a Canary Cry for an extended period, she can run out of breath and energy and can end up dazed and disoriented for a moment. This can make her vulnerable in the kind of dangerous situtation that'd provoke her to use the Cry in the first place. 
'''Go For the Throat:'''
 
Dinah's Canary Cry requires that she be able to make use of her vocal cords to make sounds. Anything that would prevent sonics in the area, disables or damages her vocal cords, or gags or muffles her mouth (thoroughly) will prevent her from using her powers. For example, she could not use her ability in vaccum, as there would be no air to carry the sound waves (though that would probably be the least of her worries). 
'''Stubborn:'''
 
Dinah has a wide stubborn streak, when she's not in a mood to compromise, and will dig in her heels if she disagrees with a course of action. Pushing her at that point can move her from irritation to anger and only make her more resistant to the idea; it's better to try and find a way to change the plan than force her into following it. 
'''Technology:'''
 
While Dinah isn't a complete technophobe, she grew up without the benefits many kids enjoy in terms of experience with modern technology. Thus, she gets easily frustrated at times with things like cellphones or computers when they don't work as they're supposed to, since she doesn't know what's going wrong and is too stubborn to ask for help easily. Luckily, her mission com gear and Alpha Flight communicator are pretty idiot-proof. Give her a tool she doesn't have to finesse and she's fine; give her one she has to program, and she'll get twitchy trying to use it. 
'''Temper:'''
 
While Dinah is usually clearheaded and disciplined, she does have a terrible temper when it's roused. This is usually on a slow burn, as it takes either a sustained aggravation or something very personal to really touch her off. Once she does lose her temper, she tends to blow up and stay angry for a while afterwards, neither accepting apologies or offering her own. This can often lead to the normally disciplined tactician acting irrationally or holding a grudge afterwards.
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12490/Tuesday Training

2020-11-24T21:53:17Z

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|Date of Scene=2020/11/24
|Location=X-Men Base
|Synopsis=Damaged gym equipment, damaged mutant-everyone relations, and three egos who are stubborn enough to plod through it all.
|Cast of Characters=47,114,202
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' There wasn't much to do schoolside with the holiday break, which meant Jean was free to spend some of her work day attending to her /other/ job which she's becoming more and more aware that she's been neglecting. She's stepping out of the locker room in workout gear, which is a fairly simple pair of black fitted pants and a yellow tank top. She's fighting with her hair as she walks to finish a messy braid - which is about the only kind of braid she can manage without professional assistance - while on the way to the gym. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Making his way into the base as the doors swish open is Scott Summers. The Field Leader is dressed in a button down shirt, a tie and a pair of slacks. In his hand is a folder that he is flipping through with a furrow upon his face. Whatever he is reading clearly doesn't please him. Squinting his eyes shut, he slips his glasses off to give his eyes a rub, then carefully places them back on before he reopens them. "Hey, Jean." He says as he spies her in his field of red vision. "How're you doing?" 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "Dammit!" It's not uncommon to hear shouted expletives at random times around the X-Men's training areas. Especially expletives that are shouted in the gravelly smoker's voice of the X-Men's third-shortest member (Thanks, Jubilee and Shadowcat...). It is a bit uncommon to hear shouted expletives from Logan when there isn't anything obviously wrong though, which seems to be the case at the moment. There he is, wearing his Wal-Mart Special as usual (the wife-beater shirt is a bit less grimy than usual though, he must have bought a new pack this month). And to all outward appearances, he simply seems to be waiting near the entrance to the gym, which is... kind of near the entrance to everything else. It's only on closer observation that one might notice the tiny white earbuds in his ears, which would count as a new development since he's opposed to any and all attempts to join modern society. "Scuz-bucket no-talent sumbitches! I had fifty bucks ridin' on that game!" He takes the earbuds out of his ears, and chucks them both across the room. Now he's out probably more than fifty bucks, since it's highly unlikely he will ever pick those back up. "Red. Slim. Or... should I say 'Lululemon' and 'L.L. Bean...'" 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Hey, Scott." Jean says over her shoulder with a wide, bright grin as said man arrives in the hallway. "Doing good, just going to get a workout in. It's a bit too cold and damp outside for me, so I'll get a run in where the temperature's a bit nicer. What're you up to?" She slows her pace so that he can catch up while she heads for the gym. It seems she's not the only one headed there as her eyes take in the sailing earbuds on their neat arch through the air. "This is why you don't gamble when you aren't influencing the outcome. And neither, because I am not spending half of my paycheck on a pair of pants. Actually... I'm pretty certain these are Target." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Logan." Scott lets out a soft breath at the sight of the hairy Canadian. He leans down to pick up the earbuds, then puts them into his pocket. Finders Keepers. "I'm just going over the field report from Betsy and her team from the other night that she compiled from Jeremy after their mission. I sent you all an email this morning with the bullet pointed details." Tucking the folder under his arm, he reaches up to loosen his tie a bit. "If you're going to work out, I won't bore you with the details. I may join you. I should have a change of fresh clothes in my locker." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "Well, dumper like yours makes damn near everything look like Lululemon." That was probably meant to be a compliment, though it looks a bit more like a leer and sounds a bit more like a growl. Logan seems unbothered by the shameless appropriation of his possessions. It's easy to not be materialistic when you buy everything on Xavier's credit cards anyway, but this will probably be the last time that he makes a foray into consumer electronics. Aside from the clock radios that he slices into four pieces nearly every morning. "Yeah... I read that email... real enjoyable with the right punctuation and everything... but uh... I mighta actually forgot to read it. I got attacked by ninjas again last week, same ones as before... and uh... they broke my PalmPilot." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Good to know. Then I'm still getting out of the chair enough." Jean replies without missing a beat, because she's had years to get used to Loganese. "But holidays are coming, so can't rest on my laurels. Literally." "Speaking of the email, I did a quick skim, though I planned to catch up with you after. I just wanted to make sure I was up on the details, just in case, and I want to make sure Jeremy's doing alright after. The kid can push himself harder than he should. Has Betsy spoken with the prisoner yet?" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Sure you were." Scott says in regards to ninjas and PalmPilots. At this point, it's like trying to deal with a child. A smaller, hairy child. "Jeremy is doing fine. Betsy checked up on him and gave him the day off from classes. He did not sleep and was ensuring he was removing all traces of the team's involvement. Either way, the intelligence we were able to gather is good and gives us a lead to move in on Metaforce proper and follow up with this mutant cure." There is a bit of a pause as he gives a glance over to Jean, then clears his throat. "And I concur with Logan. You wear the pants well." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' In Logan's defense, getting attacked by ninjas sounds better than getting drunk in Saskatchewan with a couple of fur trappers. And who knows? Maybe he did both last week. He's a busy guy. "Good kid, that Jeremy." Not a blatant subject change. "Can't wait to see if them Metaforce dweebs can come up with a fancy cure for a foot and a half of Adamantium up their exhaust ports!" He holds up a fist and releases the claws on that hand for dramatic effect. He might be slightly exaggerating the length of his claws, by about fifty percent, but it's not like anyone carries around a tape measure at this school. The Children of the Atom have little use for Shop Class... As the claws slide back up into his forearms, Logan's expression turns a bit more serious. "That mission ain't next week, is it? 'Cuz I promised my buddy Two-Limes I'd help him put his grandfather's ghost to rest." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Cure." Jean says slowly through her teeth, like the word had as much appeal as a rotten lemon. "That's just what we need, and the exact kind of attention that this was going to draw. This needs to stop. Now." Thoughts of the gym are banished as she crosses her arms, a corner of her lip pulled back in the first phases of a snarl as her nails tap restlessly against her forearm. "Scott, are you sure you don't want me along on this? This is escalating beyond just property damage and injured people. If there's an agency tracking Metaforce, what happens if they try to start tracking those who get involved?" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I suppose lucky for Metaforce, we can track them easier than they can." Scott says with a frustrated noise in his throat. "But I want to jump on this as soon as possible. Betsy will be the one calling the shots on when and where you guys will strike. James, Remy, Victor and Jeremy should be included as well. I hate the idea of utilizing a student, especially in secret from the rest of his friends in the New Mutants, but his skill-set is invaluable and the fact he can do it from his bedroom makes it easier for me to stomach. The last thing I want is to send kids in the field, or have the rest of the New Mutants get it in their head's that this is what the X-Men do." Soctt puts the file off to the side on a desk in the war room before he heads back out to them. "I would love to have you involved, Jean, but at the same time .. after everything that's happened to you lately .. and the fact you're the face of the school right next to Charles .. I don't want it getting out that you're apart of .." He gives a motion towards Logan. "I want you to interrogate the prisoner though. You should use your telepathy to rip out whatever we can from them. But the last thing I'd want is you getting made by some government agency." Or nuking the universe. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "Bah. Kids these days are too soft. When I was their age... well... actually..." It's times like this that Logan is acutely aware that he has no idea what he did when he was 'their age.' But whatever it was he did, there's a good chance he was best at it. "Just don't rip out the poor slob's whole brain from his skull, Jeannie. 'less he really deserves it, I guess. And as long as it ain't on my day to clean the cells..." Logan seems to be pondering the various ways in which having their resident Mental Hulk try to extract info from a Mental 98 Lb Weakling might go horribly wrong. But it's a pretty far-fetched set of concerns. She's more than capable, regardless of everything that's happened to her lately. Right? "Rippin' brains out is usually my side project, but I haven't really heard what you want ME to do, Cyke." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' There's a complex noise from Jean that wraps up the breadth of her aggravation, frustration, anger, and resignation all in one growly nasal exhale. She swats the air with a hand as she says aside to Logan, "Crude. I don't need to physically rip anything out, but I'd much prefer not to have to go to that kind of level. But I'll see if our prisoner wants to talk nicely or if I'll just have to read their private diary." The mental kind, that is. "They'll physically be in one piece, nothing to worry about. I'm not killing anyone if they can be assured to not be a threat." Jean has never been one for outright murder, even in defense. But that statement still seems to be leaving a lot of grey area. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I want you to do what you're the best at. Stabbing whatever Betsy tells you to stab. She's leading this up. She'll be your point person." Scott says to Logan with a nod of his head. "I do feel like I should reach out to the Avengers and give them a head's up. I don't want SHIELD involved in them getting their hands on mutant cures or whatever you want to call it, but I'm also sure they already have, or at least poking their nose in this. Maybe they have some intelligence we haven't found yet. I trust Captain America though, he's always done right by us." As he heads into the gym, he starts for the back where the lockers are, sliding his tie out to settle on his shoulders. He gives a glance over towards the pair of them, lips pressed together for a moment in thought. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "Hey uh... I gotta avoid that Captain America. He says I owe him twenty bucks from the goddamned forties. You know how much interest that is?" Logan certainly doesn't know how much interest it is, but he clearly thinks it's quite a lot. Seems to be Logan's day for owing people money, but fortunately he has amnesia. Following the X-Men's stalwart leader into the gym, Logan looks a bit guilty. Not apologetic necessarily, but guilty. Makes one wonder what exactly he was doing in the gym before everyone arrived... "Hope you two weren't planning on using that new weight machine. I... mighta been havin' trouble lifting it earlier... then I started gettin' mad... well, you know how much you both like shopping for discounts? Well... think of this as an opportunity." There's always a silver lining. Not for the fancy new weight machine though. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "You realize how much of a pain it was to get that down here?" Jean says aside to Logan with a faint frown, more annoyance than anything. Property damage comes from keeping Wolverines inside. It's right there in the fine print. "You're carrying the new one from the driveway down here on your own. Guess I have something to actually look for on Black Friday." "I really hate running to the Avengers for our issues. They're also far more public in ways that we can't afford to be." She says as she steps into the gym. "But they do tend to have more high level contacts. They've also worked with mutants before, so if any of their directs are in danger from this than it'll be important to loop them in. Once I see what our prisoner can offer, we can give them a call." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "We'll take everything in chunks. Let's see what you can get from our new friend, then based on what you get, we'll go from there." Scott slides his tie off his neck, followed by unbuttoning his shirt as he steps into the lockers and shower room. He gives a roll of his shoulders to crack the joints loudly. Once he makes his way to the lockers, he finds his and presses his thumb against the bio-reader to unlock it, then strips out of his shirt to hang it up inside. "You know, Logan." He calls out as his voice echos from the lockers. "You don't have to destroy everything. It's challenging to find workout equipment that Pete can take advantage of." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' "Maybe next time get one without so many buttons, is all I'm sayin'... Or one that don't ask such... 'personal' questions..." It asked him for a name, age, and weight. All three of those questions make Logan angry. Logan's locker is on the wall perpendicular from Scott's. Whether  this was done for alphabetical concerns (likely) or to keep a few spaces between the two (also likely) or simply because Scott got dibs on the best locker (most likely) is irrelevant. Logan's certainly not mad about it. Even though he has to walk a few extra feet and his locker is next to Beast's and Beast sheds... Pressing his thumb to the bio-reader, the locker pops open and Logan pulls the door all the way out. Inside his locker is just a mini fridge that takes up most of the locker, an old pair of hiking boots, and a box of CDs with titles like 'Waylon Jennings' Greatest Hits' and 'Truck Driving Classics: Vol 4.' No CD player though. He opens the minifridge, and pulls out a can of Molson, generally regarded as the world's eighth-shittiest beer, but which Logan seems to think is not only drinkable, but possibly posessed of life-giving and restorative properties, like some sort of mystical elixir. Punching a hole in the side of the can with a claw, he shotguns the beer and crumples up the can in his fist. "You kids want one? Really helps ya get the most out of your pump." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "I need to wear off calories, not drink them." Jean calls from the gym proper, leaving the boys to the locker room. Neither room is overly large, leading to easy communication. "I've also been trying to avoid so much alcohol." It was a poor kept secret her arguments with her less pleasant side led to some questionable coping mechanisms. And does anyone really need Jean's willpower compromised? "Those questions were designed to customize the workout. I'll keep that in mind, though, and not buy the extended warranty next time. There are some things even those don't cover." Like self-conscious Wolverines. No lifting for her, though. She's headed for the treadmill to get in that indoor run she was talking about. She makes sure her hair is secure before turning on the machine. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I'm good." Scott says as he gives an amused noise as he gives a long stretch of his body, then reaches in for his tanktop, followed by his workout shorts. He shucks his pants off after stepping out of his shoes. No tightie whities for him. He's graduated to boxer briefs of a solid blue color. After pulling on his gym clothes, he slides his glasses off, then puts on his wraparound goggles so they won't fall off during any heavy lifting, or cardio. Smirking, he turns towards the Canadian once he tugs on a pair of sneakers, tying them up tightly. "Maybe you should stick to a jump rope." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Tossing the crumpled can into the bottom of his locker, where it will live for all eternity with its many brothers and sisters, Logan grabs another and quickly repeats the shotgun process. "Brraaaappp! Be that way, I guess. But when you're as old as me, you're not gonna be sittin' around wishin' you'd drank less beer." There's a simple beauty to Logan's attempts at philosophy. "Jump rope? Bah! What say I spot you on the heavy bag, eh bub? You know how much Jean likes watchin' you punch things. Almost as much as you like watchin' her organize her shoe closet." He's smiling, and his gravelly voice has taken on the jovial tone it usually takes after his second Molson. But he doesn't appear to be joking. Of course, it's not like he really knows any jokes anyway. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Hey! Don't you bring my shoes into this, Logan!" Jean calls out from the 'mill as she sets an easy pace to start and let herself get warmed up. "They're innocents. I don't insult your choice in beer." "And I like watching him punch things just fine, just under him being covered in grease with his car." Because two can play at this game. "They're both perfectly acceptable ways to blow off steam. That I can watch." And probably in no small part cause from time to time. "Speaking of reasons to drink, Scott, with everything going on I told my family I'm just stopping in for dinner and that I'll make it up to them over Christmas. I don't want to be away from here in case if things go south." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Smirking a bit in amusement, Scott gives a nod to Logan, patting him on the shoulder as he passes him by. "Sure. You can spot me if you want. I'll hit the bag a few times. You know, just because Jean likes to watch." There's a tone in his voice as he chuckles as he trots out into the gym area and towards one of the hanging weight bags. He slips on a pair of fingerless gloves, giving a few flexes of his fingers, then gives a quick one-two combination into it real quick to test it out. "And I like watching her organize her shoes. I'd watch her organize forks in the kitchen if she asked me to. She makes even the most simple of chores pleasing to the eyes." He tips a wink over to the red head. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:''' Forgoing another beer, Logan closes up his locker/fridge and makes his way out into the gym proper as well. Gotta keep the locker closed, lest the children get into his beer and/or throwing stars. Or, god forbid, both. But when he emerges from the locker room, Logan isn't empty handed. He's holding something silverish and round, and surprisingly not a throwing star. It's something that's nearly as antiquated, however. Over on one of the walls, Logan fiddles with the controls on one of the panels, until a small tray pops out of the wall and he drops the mysterious silver disc into it. The mystery doesn't last long though, as the tray retracts back into the wall and the sounds of Dave Dudley's baritone fill the room, albeit at a respectful level that still allows for conversation. It's not like Logan has trouble hearing or anything, no need to blast the stereo. "Well I pulled outta Pittsburgh rollin' down that Eastern Seaboard...." He hums along a bit as he heads over toward the bag setup, though he's completely stopped humming by the time he gets in Normal People Hearing Range. Posting up behind the bag, he places both hands on it to brace it and looks over at the back of the treadmill while he waits on the next round of punches. "Think my favorite is the joggin'..." Probably meant as a compliment, but it looks more like a leer and sounds more like a growl. 
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Poison Ivy

2020-11-21T22:47:07Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Poison Ivy
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=63
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/8Bwp9pZ.jpg
|FullName=Pamela Isley
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=VFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Botanist, Vigilante, Troublemaker
|Citizenship=American
|Residence=Gotham City
|Education=Ph.D. in Botany, University of Washington
|Groups=[[Batman Family]], [[Hench]], [[Gotham-OOC]]
|Quote="Life endures. It adjusts and grows stronger. The weeds you try to kill become super-weeds, immune to your poison. And so you increase your toxins and poison the world in a cycle of madness. I call it forth, the power of the plants, even from the terminator seeds that should not grow. I am the guardian of the Green. I am Poison Ivy."
|PAge=28
|AAge=28
|DOB=7 May 1999
|Height=177 cm (5'10")
|Weight=52 kg (114 lb)
|Hair=Red
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Lake Bell (Voice)
|Song="Poison Ivy" by The Coasters
|Profile=Pamela Isley was once a very bright and promising botanist and toxicologist, complete with a research position at the prestigious Wayne Enterprises. However, she never played by the rules, and conducting unethical research. She was fired from the laboratory by Bruce Wayne, and in trying to save her research, there was an accident that transformed her utterly. Arise Poison Ivy, a seductress with the ability to manipulate plants, with a penchant for violent eco-terrorism and vigilantism. Defeated time and again by the Batman, she's appearing to turn over a new leaf by going legitimate...
===Current Player Approved: November 21, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Poison Ivy is a beauty, with long flowing red hair, pale white skin, and a build with curves in all the right places. She has a general way about her, predatory and seductive, with little strands of ivy clinging to her body, and twining into her hair. She is currently wearing a black bodysuit that fits her perfectly, clinging to every curve like a second skin, with bands of green across her thighs and midsection from chest to groin that are reminiscent of green leaves.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Pamela Isley was born in Seattle Washington, afflicted with a skin condition that limited her ability to be exposed to sunlight without applying special lotions and taking extra care. She also grew up in an atmosphere of abuse, not to herself, but to her mother, her father had a penchant of beating her. It was this cycle of abuse that showed Pamela the manipulative effects of flowers, her father bringing them to her mother, which always won her forgiveness, and the flowers used to create quite the garden over time. One day, her father murdered her mother, burying her in that very garden before being arrested. Some time later, Pamela Isley found herself in a graduate program, working on a research program developing designer drugs that utilized various pheromone treatments, taking several of these herself. When the university found out about these illegal trials, and the questionable nature of the research they had her expelled and charged criminally. This incarceration would have been disastrous, had she not used her pheromone pills to influence the Dean, who saw that the charges were dropped, and she later graduated Summa Cum Laude. After the graduation ceremony, Pamela went to visit her father in prison for the first time, concluding the visit with a kiss that would prove fatal, a toxin of her own design that would prove untraceable the weapon of murder. The very Dean she had manipulated proved to have connections of his own, which proved beneficial to Pamela, securing her an internship at a Wayne Enterprises R&D site following a merger with Kane Chemical. Her official job was in designing pharmaceuticals and cosmetics, but her research into more exotic and questionable projects continued as a side project. She would take a bold step to push her ideas onto Bruce Wayne, using her new and improved pheromones research to gain a meeting with Mr. Wayne, pitching the power of these pheromones to boost business and replace advertising. Mr. Wayne naturally was opposed to the idea, and terminated her immediately, going as far to declare her research property of Wayne Enterprises. Enraged, Pamela stormed back to her lab, past security to retrieve her research materials. In an ensuing scuffle, there was an accident, her chemicals and experiments spilled all over her, transforming her in ways she would only come to know later when she adopted the alias of Poison Ivy. Her powers gave her many abilities, a connection to the green, an ability to generate toxins, and an immunity to those very toxins, amongst other things. In her fragile state, she decided she needed to use these abilities to protect the plants she so loved, adopting the identity of Poison Ivy, and turning her powers against those that would attack mother earth, a creature of vengeance for the attacks against the green, in her mind. But setting up shop in Gotham basically made an impacable foe in Batman. Who foiled her schemes over and over again. After several abbreviated stays in Arkham Asylum, and many defeats... she is going to try a different path.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Ivy cares a lot about plants. Sometimes more than people. She is flirty and seductive, because she doesn't really value human lives that much and sees no harm in controlling them. With one exception. Batman. She has a fascination bordering on obsession with him - and hatred as well. For he always seems to defeat her. She wants him, but wants him to LEAVE HER ALONE. So... if you can't beat them, join them. She is on the verge of giving up her eco-terrorist ways. Just... so she doesn't always feel like a loser. Trying to go legitimate. Making a business. Being a model citizen. And maybe... the Batman will respect her one day.
|Abilities=
'''Chlorokinesis:'''
 
Poison Ivy has gained a semi mystical connection to the force that is called the Green, connecting her to all plant life and giving her the ability to manipulate and animate all forms of plant life in sometimes drastic ways. She can use root structures to burrow and support tunnels for her, she can cause drastic growth of plant life, at the extremes she could even tear down an entire skyscraper with enough plant. She can also create strange plant creatures, carnivorous plants, or to go from seed to giant tree in minutes. Or strange hybrids. She can also use vines and roots as snares or weapons, including several she has on her person. Most of all, any plant, anywhere near her, can be weaponized. 
'''Domination:'''
 
Ivy's ability to generate chemicals can do more than create chemicals that hurt or harm. The chemicals she generates in her body can also create mind-altering chemicals that can cause obedience, addiction, or in certain cases lust or love, delivered with a touch, or optimally with a kiss. She can also generate pheromones that can affect people nearby, in a lower-power but wider-range effect. (OOC: This ability is consent-based.) 
'''Genetics:'''
 
Ivy minored in genetics, and knows much about the subject of human and plant DNA. She has even experimented with combining plant and human DNA together, with the help of some human friends she was even able to create children her sporlings who are a blend of plant and human like her. 
'''Plant Avatar:'''
 
Ivy can create an avatar version of herself from plant life. For all intents and purposes this is a duplicate of Ivy which has all of her abilities, but is grown from the plants that exist in a location. Whilst channeling a plant avatar, Ivy cannot use her own body, and she is completely immobile. She can create an Avatar up to a thousand feet away and can maintain it up to a mile away from herself. Any damage to her real body can cause the entire thing to collapse. 
'''Talking To Plants:'''
 
Being connected intimately to the Green, the elemental plane of all plant life, Ivy can communicate with plants in her vicinity, up to half a mile away. She can learn about them, talk to them, reassure them. Close plants she can even channel her awareness through them, even using them as distant 'spies'. But this has a downside. She can also hear their screams of pain as they are getting hurt. Feel them. It is one of the main ways to enrage Ivy - by hurting her precious 'friends'. 
'''Toxikinesis:'''
 
As a result of the overdose she received in the lab accident, Ivy has developed the ability to make her very touch deadly due to an secretion of poisons. She can create the most potently powerful floral toxins, often administered as a kiss, and in a number of varieties from instantly fatal, paralyzing, to rejuvenating. Just touching her skin can expose someone to the toxins, rarely fatal with incidental contact. She can also exhale spores that are capable of doing many of what her direct-touch poisons are, but at a lower intensity. 
'''Unique_Physiology:'''
 
The lab accident that transformed her performed several changes. She is somewhat plantlike in that she has chlorophyll in her skin, making her green when using her powers full blast. Like a plant, she inhales carbon dioxide and exhales oxygen. She is immune to all types of toxins, viruses, and bacteria. She also requires sunlight - like a plant she uses photosynthesis as a source of energy. She also like a flower is constantly expelling pheromones though she's able to control what they do and their intensity at will, though her norm is to make her appear even more supernaturally attractive.
|Skills=
'''Athletics:'''
 
Poison Ivy has become quite an athletic woman, she is an extremely talented swimmer, able to swim fast and strong. She is also quite proficient at climbing, and has experience with the techniques required for leaping both length and height. 
'''Botany:'''
 
A genius in the field of Botany, and a graduate with honors from the University of Washington. She had extensive experience with exotic plants, and the various structures and chemicals they produced, as well as the methods to grow and nurture these exotic flowers. Knowledge she puts to great (or ill) use as Poison Ivy. 
'''Genetics:'''
 
Ivy minored in genetics, and knows much about the subject of human and plant DNA. She has even experimented with combining plant and human DNA together, but such research is in its early stages. 
'''Hand-To-Hand Combat:'''
 
Poison Ivy has developed some basic skills at martial arts, she can defend herself from the average thug, but lacks the true expertise to combat a master of combat. 
'''Seduction:'''
 
Ivy has always been an unrivaled beauty, and has used these skills only sparingly before her transformation. Since becoming Poison Ivy she has no qualms about flaunting her appearance, taunting captives with her beauty, and using her appearance to sway the hearts of thugs and minions into loyal service, even without the use of her pheromones. 
'''Toxicology:'''
 
Within the field of Botany, Pamela specialized in Toxicology, the practical applications she applied these skills to was the production of perfumes, medicines, and make-up. She has since expanded on this, with the aid of her new abilities to cultivating strange hybrid plants with vicious thorns, and a variety of poisonous plant based traps. Recently, she is using these skills for their initial purposes of creating perfumes and medicines once more.
|Resources=
'''Influence:'''
 
A variety of men and women in a number of influential positions often fall under the sway of Poison Ivy's charms and pheromones, allowing her access to resources in the forms of gifts, information, and access. The sorts of individuals under her control vary, but she has very little difficulty acquiring new ones as her needs change.] 
'''Isley Greenhouse:'''
 
After several defeats at the hands of the Batman, Ivy was tired of fighting. Tired of losing. Tired of breaking out of Arkham. So - she is trying something new. Going legitimate. She commandeered an abandoned greenhouse, restored it. Created a garden around it. Fortified it. And... just wants to be left alone. She is making an Internet company to sell healing draughts and love potions. And... to all appearances she is now being a perfectly legitimate businesswoman. 
'''Plant Spies:'''
 
Living plants, everywhere, are Ivy's allies and friends. The Green connects her to all living plants. She can reach out to them... hear what they hear, see what they see. She can even project her voice through them. Any plant within a thousand feet can have this done, as long as they are living. (Cut flowers are not sufficiently alive to connect with.) 
'''The Green:'''
 
Poison Ivy has a connection with The Green - the collective consciousness of all plants on the planet. She can speak with and understand all plants, and gains an immediate understanding of their preferences - in as much as your average plant has any such thing. No force can compel her to turn against her precious 'children'. She even can have an audience with the Parliament of Trees, the guiding force of the Green.
|Weaknesses=
'''Appearance:'''
 
Pamela is Stunning even without her pheromones and mind control powers she is quite possibly one of the most beaitful females on earth quite capable of enslaving men with just her looks alone, much like Helen of Troy from history. As a result, she rather hard to forget, when using her powers to full her skin also takes on a green hue. 
'''Darkness:'''
 
Her plant-like nature has changed her physiology to a degree that she now requires sunlight to exist, and if she were to be deprived of solar energy for an extended period she would suffer from the effects of malnutrition, and then wither and die. 
'''Herbicide:'''
 
Ivy's plant-like nature is vulnerable to herbicides. Consumer-grade herbicides can cause pain and irritation - the concentrated stuff could do massive damage to her system. 
'''Plant Rage:'''
 
The screams of hurt plants gnaw at Ivy's mind and soul through the Green. Sufficient anguish transmitted to her can cause her to suffer irrational rage that could easily be mistaken as a mental disorder. To her, it's the equivalent of responding like a mama bear when her cub's hurt - or a mother to a crying baby. But it seems irrational to others. 
'''Seasonal Disorder:'''
 
Ivy has a rare mental condition called 'Seasonal Affective Disorder', where her primary emotions are based on the season. She is manic in the spring, euphoric in the summer, apathetic in the autumn, and depressed in the winter. She can feel other things of course, but her emotional center is based on this. 
'''The Batman:'''
 
Time and time again, any of Ivy's nefarious schemes were dismantled by Batman. Nothing lasted long but some lingering influence. Batman seems impervious to her poisons, and her dominations. And she is _quite_ tired of breaking out of Arkham Asylum. She is trying to come up with a new plan... that will mitigate this threat. If you can't beat them.........
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[[Category:Gotham-OOC]] [[Category:Batman Family]] [[Category:Hench]]

Harley Quinn

2020-11-21T20:01:30Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Harley Quinn
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=62
|Img=
|FullName=Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=DFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Professional Criminal
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Gotham City
|Education=Gotham State University,
PhD in Psychology
|Groups=[[Batman Family]], [[Hench]], [[Gotham-OOC]], [[Street Level-OOC]]
|Quote="I'm rubber, you're glue, whatever you say bounces off me and makes a six-inch diameter exit wound in you."
|PAge=29
|AAge=29
|DOB=6 September 1998
|Height=163 cm (5'4")
|Weight=52 kg (114 lb)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Irine Meier
|Song="Do You Wanna Kill The Batman?" by Harley Quinn (vocals by SydneyAmber)
|Profile=Gotham's queen of crime. The Joker's right hand woman. The one and only Harley Quinn. Former gymnast, former criminal psychologist, and now certified lunatic. Once known as Dr. Harleen Quinzel, she is infamous as the psychologist who entered Arkham to cure the Joker and emerged as his partner in crime. Since then she's racked up a rap sheet a mile long, mostly in partnership with the Clown Prince, and has the dubious distinction of being one of the few people in his organization to (so far) survive his capers.
===Current Player Approved: November 21, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Ever met a someone who made you double take and think that something may not be right in their head? If not, congratulations, because the woman before you is roughly 5'4" of crazy, and it doesn't take a PhD to notice. Her appearance is colorful and striking, blonde hair gathered in pigtails, the right one dyed punk pink while the left one is dyed aqua blue. Her blue eyes are touched liberally with eye shadow to match, punk pink on right and aqua blue on left. Making her eyes stand out further is the fact her entire face is caked with white foundation, which definitely makes her lips all the more vibrant with her blood red choice of lipstick. Another curiosity is that her makeup isn't neatly applied, smudges and imperfection abound, almost as if she was doing her own take as an artist. She's altogether slim and athletic looking, as if she could have been a gymnast. She's wearing red and blue bomber jacket, with a golden J as the zipper, the back features a gold lettering stating "Daddy's Lil' Monster" over a red and white raglan tee shirt, with a similar "Daddy's Lil Monster" printed across the chest. Golden lines adorn the length of the sleeves. She's also wearing a matching red and blue sequined shorts, over a fishnet pantyhose, cinched by a thick gold studded, black belt, with a diamond shaped buckle. On her hands she's wearing red, black and blue fingerless gloves. On her feet are a pair of 3" high heeled boots in black and white, with red heels, fasted with both laces and velcro. Around her neck is a gold choker with the words "PUDDIN" on the front, a pair of matching gold spiked cuffs sit on her wrists, and a pair of black bracelets on each forearm with gold lettering, the right featuring "YES" while the left featuring "SIR." <https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/71mZznmcIUL._SY450_.jpg>
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Harley Quinn was born Harleen Quinzel, a sweet, well educated girl who had everything she could ever want out of life, as her parents were quite successful in their respective jobs and made everything all nice and perfect for their little daughter. One of Harleen's greatest delights was gymnastics, for which she exhibited natural talent. She took quite seriously to gymnastics from a very young age and practiced religiously as a daily routine--resulting in her body becoming quite flexible, capable of performing some breath taking acrobatics. From her parents, Harleen inherited ambition, and even in her freshman year of High School she knew what she wanted to do in the future, get a Psychology PhD from the Psychology Department of Gotham State University. She couldn't wait to see what University life would be like, and how exciting it would be to pursue her goal. When her time came to apply for the University she got a Gymnastics Scholarship, seeing she was the best of her High School Gymnastic Team. However, once she began her first year of university it was obvious that Gymnastics wasn't what she came for, as she did her best to succeed at getting her PhD in Psychology. Of course doing her 'best' doesn't have to imply studying, as in her case she used some certain feminine talents on her Professors in order to get the degree with an A+ on her thesis. Having graduated with such good grades as she did, she was given free choice to pick where she wants to do her internship, and of all places she picked the Arkham Asylum. Her big plan was to manage to get the full story and possibly cure one of the major psychos in the Asylum, write a 'tell-all' type of book and get really rich and famous. 
'''History2:'''
 
Looking at all the fine selection of psychotic criminals Arkham had to offer, she finally selected the Joker as her subject, and so she pestered all of the administration until they've finally allowed her private sessions with him. Though Harleen was confident in her abilities and thought she made a huge progress, delving deep into what drives the Joker, showing him there is someone who understands and thereby hoping to lead him to open his heart to her, quite the opposite took place. It was not Harleen who was leading the sessions, even if by technicality she was running them. Instead, the Joker used his charm and sharp wit to slowly do his own session on Harleen. He told her what she needed to hear in order to lose herself in the stories, and form a deep attachment with the Joker's cruel fate. Feeling anger at the devillish society that brought about the Joker's downfall, she felt so sorry for him, hearing tales of childhood abuse, negligent parents, deaf society who will not heed his pain and will turn away instead of offering a helping hand. In time, Harleen agreed to let him call her Harley Quinn, as he suggested if she put her name this way it would be much like the classic clown character, the Harlequin, and that he'd appreciate it. Harleen--now Harley--was eager to please him, offering him all the comfort she could, trying to make up for the cold harshness society has offered the Joker, who she know saw as a victim. Her final conclusion was that the Joker wasn't the cold psychotic killer everyone made him to be; infact he was nothing but a lost, injured child--looking out to make the world laugh at his antics. It was clear that all of his ailments were the result of the self-righteous Batman, who was determined to make life as misreable as he could for her puddin'. With each session Harley became more madly in love with the Joker, eventually coming to the point of obsession, she was willing to do anything to help him escape. One day she took the initiative to go to a "Costume, Tricks & Party Gags" store, equipped herself as any psychotic killer jester would, and by her own hand broke the Joker out of Arkham, having stayed with him since with dreams of a future wedded life. It was bound to happen any moment now.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Insane - There's not much to it, Harley Quinn is one card short of a full deck, one cent short of a dollar, and driving only three wheels. She's not all there, she's just crazy! Crazy for the Joker! It's true, eversince Harley started those private sessions with the Joker and fell helplessly in love with him, she adapted to become a kindred spirit to her puddin', meaning she had the very same obsession to jokes, death, and joking while causing death. She came to the point of actually enjoying other people's suffering, especially if caused by the Joker. She's quite demented in her line of thought, which always keeps her opposition on their toes, there's no telling what she'll do next. Hopeless Romantic - For some reason Harley never ever takes into account the fact that the Joker could never really return her love, not the way she loves him, he's not the guy for settling down and having a family. Yet this doesn't stop her from having her constant dream of the glorious future they could have together, even though most Feministic organization would cry out at the manner with which the Joker sometimes treat Harley, she feels fine with it and no matter what is always willing to do absolutely everything for her puddin'. Restless - Harley never seems to tire, she's always quite lively and jittery, ever on the move skipping about and making it real hard to follow her movement. She could never stay in one place for too long without becoming supernaturally bored, she has to do or see something exciting otherwise life isn't fun! 
'''Personality2:'''
 
Ambitious - There's not too many people who are as ambitious as Harley Quinn, by power of will alone she is capable of wonders, that is how she got through university and that is how she kept at top performances in Gymnastics, and that's why no one would ever come between Mistah J and herself! If anyone is to try and stop her from achieving her goals, the results would be lethal as she would get back at that person with a vengence, and she's not shy of doing the worst possible and more. Playful - Sometimes Harley tends to be like a child, both in behaviour and mannerism, like when seeing something shiny and new she's bound to try and have a grab to test it and then maybe steal it as well. After all, if you're not gonna steal or reach out to try something new, where's all the fun?
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'''Predator Affinity:'''
 
Whether training or innate ability the colorful queen of Gotham's Crime is a confusing creature for many predatory animals through her lack of fear and overbearing motherly love. This is most prominent with regards to Bud and Lou; formerly Joker's hyenas, and now Harley's most precious little babies. She could very well achieve the same result with other predatory animals, confusing them into accepting her as a caretaker rather than a meal. Of course, the safety of other people in the vicinity is never assured, particularly when Harley gleefully calls for her pets to play with their chew toys as she puts it. 
'''The Ivy Special:'''
 
During a break with Joker, Harley elected to join up with Poison Ivy to wreak a little mayhem girl team style. Problem: Poison Ivy is literally poisonous! Lucky Harl, Ivy offered her a boon, just a little prick in the arm, and all her problems will be solved. Little prick was sort of an understatement, but! Harley became immunce to poisons and toxins, allowing her to be near Poison Ivy without a risk to her life. But she also wound up getting enhanced, gaining superhuman strength, speed and agility. She wasn't going to take on Superman any time soon, but she could certainly handle herself unlike before. It helps with wielding her mallet, and also, there's a side-effect where she actually heals faster.
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'''Athletics:'''
 
Harley took to Gymnastics since she was a preschooler, dedication and constant practice making her the Captain of her High School Gymanstics team. Harley proved a motivating Captain, getting the best of her teammates and excelling to such levels of winning the State's championship for three years in succession. Harley was accepted to University on a gymnastics scholarship, pushing herself further in skill at the collegiate level of competition. She could have well gone Olympic, if Psychology hasn't taken her interest as it did, and then not to mention what fate brought her way. She could perform a breath taking range of acrobatical moves, and is amazingly flexible, at peak human levels. 
'''City Survivor:'''
 
Despite her academic upbringing, Quinn has become a creature of Gotham City's rough streets, a proverbial urban hunter, with most of its unsuspecting populace the potential prey of her violent insanity. Out of the city is out of her element, but in it she's capable of shining, especially given her connections to the seedy criminal underworld. 
'''Disguise:'''
 
Harley is a genius when it comes to wearing disguises and fooling people into thinking she's a police officer, a business woman, a model, a dancer, a big ol' mascot. Whatever it takes, she often gets into places you wouldn't expect her to be thanks to on key disguise. 
'''Fighting:'''
 
Most unpowered humans would be unable to hold their own against the Clown Princess. Though she often masquerades as a harmless simpleton, Harley is a proven, ruthless killer, able to take down even hardened, veteran soldiers with relative ease. When she has room to leap and cavort, her fighting tends to become even more unorthodox, as well as dangerous. She's even been known to hold her ground against the Batman. ...Until he gets serious. Also, a pogo stick CAN be deadly! 
'''Information Gathering:'''
 
In her constant attempts to endear herself on the Joker, Harley is ever on the look for information about priceless jewelry or works of art being moved, money being transfered physically, and many other tidbits one can learn through networking the underworld. Being the Joker's main squeeze in underworld circuits helps Harley remain relatively untouched as she goes about research expeditions into seedy locales. Of course she's also been known to protect herself when necessary, whether personally, or just letting her babies take care of the situation. Most people don't seem to share the rapport she holds with the hyenas. So if there's something to be learned leading to potential criminal activity, more likely than not, Harley will know about it. 
'''Medicine:'''
 
Having studied for a Psychology PhD, Harley does have some knowledge in the field of medicine, she knows what type of which medicine is good for various minor ailments, and then is quite an expert on sedatives and tranquilizers of various types. This skill comes in handy when she helps the Joker create various instrumentations to take out guards without much of a fight. 
'''Psychology:'''
 
With all the many diffrent ways Harley managed to mainpulate her professors in order to get herself perfect grades, she did put a whole lot of effort into the studying as well, after all how was she to succeed with her position at Arkham, and the soon to be written Joker 'tell all' book leading to all that fame and riches if she didn't have the skills? Her knowledge of Psychology equals that of most anyone with a PhD in the field. Of course she does hold the edge in real life experience, working with demented psychotic clowns and being one herself. 
'''Singing:'''
 
She can juggle, she can dance, she can even bounce around on the uneven bars or balance beam. What most people don't know is that Harleen Quinzel isn't that bad of a jazz singer, even able to improvise her own lyrics on the spot! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVV1OfWvyH4 
'''Thieving Skills:'''
 
Though Arkham Asylum has an almost revolving door installed with it's high number of escapees, thinking that breaking out of that fortress of a prison as easy would be a major error, particularly as it's meant to hold the super-powered. Yet time and again, Harleen has proven her stealth and resourcefulness when breaking out, or in, especially when it comes to mechanical locks. Even the most complex device snaps open when she applies something as simple as a hairpin to it. 
'''Tricks:'''
 
Her simple charm and child-like demeanor hides a level of intelligence most wouldn't give the jesterlette credit for. She's not a great liar or actress, but she's still cunning enough to set up enough distractions to keep the PD busy while she goes after whatever prize she's set her sights on. Most of the time. 
'''Vehicles:'''
 
In her line of work, Harley has become something of a chauffeur for the Joker. Not the kind that takes you to a fancy restaurant and back, of course, but rather the kind that gets you out of a crime scene with hot pursuit on your tail. Harley is quite an accomplished driver, whether from the fast instincts her years of practice in Gymnastics gave her, or just a natural showing of her lack of control, she manages to handle stunt driving quite nicely, managing on the road like a...well...insane driver! She has eluded the cops on many occasions, leaving a trail of wrecked vehicles in her wake for her peculiar getaway driving style. On occasions, Harley could even pilot a helicopter to moderate success. Being fearless, she's not beyond trying to pilot or operate a vehicle she has never encountered before, but that always comes with mixed results, and many a crash landings. However, every now and again she manages to be lucky with her approach of 'eni, mini, miny, mo' towards operating unfamiliar vehicles or crafts. When the police or Batman are on your back, a potential crash landing or accident is nothing compared to getting caught. 
'''Weapons:'''
 
Pogo sticks, beanbags, boxing-glove bazookas, billiard balls, anything might be considered a weapon by Harley Quinn at a moment's notice and used to clear a room of undesireables. While she certainly enjoys using 'toys' to bring down her opponents more than most, her criminal lifestyle has led to her picking up a good familiarty with most conventional firearms that civilians have access to, and even many that they don't.
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'''Bud and Lou:'''
 
The ever so cute and lovable Bud and Lou--at least if you ask Harley Quinn--Joker's pet hyenas who are ever devotedly and somewhat motherly cared for by Harley Quinn have a very strong attachment with the one who spends most time with them, constantly showering them with love and playing with them. At times they accompany Harley on heists, and may prove a threat even if she simply takes them out for a walk. However, at times they have a keen sense of Harley being in danger, and have the ability to show up when least expected to assist her. 
'''Gag Weapons:'''
 
Harley likes to use an assortment of party gags for makeshift weaponry, giving a bit of a fun touch to her tools of escaping, distracting, hurting or killing those who stand against her--as well as innocent victims. Amongst her various trinkets are a bag of marbles, can'o'worms, rubber chicken, boxing glove shooting guns, bang flag shooting guns, and her famous pop gun among others. 
'''Henchmen:'''
 
The Joker, infamously known as the Clown Prince of Crime, certainly has gathered himself some very zealous followers, whether of their own volition or forced into their show of zeal, they are always there to do their job. After all, Joker isn't one to accept any less, and any one of them at any time can realize the joke's on them. Harley, who fancies herself the Joker's girlfriend, and is not often debated on the self proclaimed title, gets her share of opportunities to make use of the Joker's Gang, whether for missions directly ordered, or if she thought to surprise him and endear himself on her with some spontaneously ingenious plan--the sort that usually go awry. Sure some of the goons that serve in the gang might be able to take on Harley physically, but none of them dare challenge her capacity for crazy. After all, she is one of the precious few who can actually make the Joker laugh, sometime. 
'''Mallet Time!:'''
 
Another of Harley's trademark weapons is her giant mallet, it isn't just a regular mallet, it is a very big mallet, hilariously oversized and quite intimidating. While it appears like she could break down buildings while wielding it, all it really does is operate as a perfect tool to knock out people who get hit on the head. 
'''Network:'''
 
Along with the many other duties Harley takes care of to allow Joker more time to work his mind on nefariously hilarious plans to off Batman, is essentially being his secretary. She makes phone calls (on clean lines of course!), sets meeting in seedy locales, recruits for the Joker Gang, and at times arranges the best path for an escape or best route to approach a heist. In this line of work, Harley, much with the help of the Joker's name, has gathered quite an impressive list of contacts for many villains (meta or not), allowing her to set meeting for potential collaborations. 
'''Smilex:'''
 
The Joker being the genius innovator of killer fun that he is, came up with the wonderfully hilarious Smilex! It is a lethal toxin that kills a victim by causing them to laugh uncontrollably and well...literally to death! When people die of Smilex, a wide Joker-like grin is spread on their faces as a result of the toxin's effect on their facial muscles. Harley of course is not beyond using Smilex, leaving vitcims smiling. 
'''Weapons:'''
 
It is still a criminal business to be running around with the Joker and his gang, so sometimes Harley has to resort to more serious weapons, the kind that may not be as funny but do bring desired results when one's back is pressed to the wall. A hand gun is the first go to, but at times the Joker leaves an extra Tommy Gun that's more useful against crowds, and then there's Harley's beloved go to bat vanquishing weapon, the Bazooka!
|Weaknesses=
'''Histrionic Personality:'''
 
Individuals with histrionic personality disorder exhibit excessive emotionality-a tendency to regard things in an emotional manner-and are attention seekers. People with this disorder are uncomfortable or feel unappreciated when they are not the center of attention. Behaviors may include constant seeking of approval or attention, self-dramatization, theatricality, and striking self-centeredness or sexual seductiveness in inappropriate situations, including social, occupational, and professional relationships, beyond what is appropriate for the social context. They may be lively and dramatic and initially charm new acquaintances with their enthusiasm, apparent openness, or flirtatiousness. They may also, however, embarrass friends and acquaintances with excessive public displays of emotion, such as embracing casual acquaintances with passion, sobbing uncontrollably over minor setbacks, or having temper tantrums. 
'''Mad Love:'''
 
For love she fell, and is its fool. Though their relationship might best be described as 'chaotic' more often than not, Joker is her puddin' and she loves him in ways that no sane mind can truly understand. Even to the point of risking her own life. It makes her jealous, possessive, violent, and vulnerable. She'll risk her life for him, and is susceptible to manipulation when it comes to her feelings for Gotham's Crown Prince of Crime. For mad love respects no bounds and will burn all in its obsessive conflaguration. 
'''Reckless:'''
 
Another of Harley's faults is not knowing when to quit, she's simply unfamiliar with the term 'consequence' or 'punishment' and so she is basically fearless and reckless, able to taunt the likes of Batman to their face without any fear of the upcoming retaliation. She can mangage some pretty stupid things, but not from lack of wit as much as lack of fear. She has this sense of being invulnerable due to her love for the Joker. After all, they do say that love conquers all, no? 
'''Wanted:'''
 
While not quite as popular with the boys in blue as her boyfriend the Joker is, Harley is still a popular attraction for her ability to help track down the Joker. Though she is rarely ever willing to give any assistance towards capturing her puddin', someone like Batman has been known to scare her enough into occasional half hearted cooperation. Aside from her value in aiding pursuits after the Joker, Harley is pretty dangerous herself, and getting her off the street is never a bad thing as far as the law is concerned. Unlike the Joker, her story seems to resonate with some of the personnel at Arkham, and at times when she returns they are easier on her, trying to fix her as it were. But just like the Joker played his act on Harley herself, unbenknowst to her, she's become just as difficult to deal with, and just as hard to predict in such sessions. At times it looks like she may have been fully cured, but then all it takes is a phone call or postcard from Mistah J and she falls right back to Harley Quinn form.
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[[Category:Gotham-OOC]] [[Category:Street Level-OOC]] [[Category:Batman Family]] [[Category:Hench]]

Mercy Thompson

2020-11-21T18:53:06Z

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|NameOnMUSH=Mercy Thompson
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=99
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/mToRtfa.jpg
|FullName=Mercedes Athena Thompson
|Gender=Female
|Species=Walker
|Theme=Other
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Mechanic
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City
|Education=Bachelor Degree (History)
|Groups=[[Angel Investigations]], [[Scooby Gang]]
|Quote="There was only one antidote for a night like this - chocolate."
|PAge=Late 20s/Early 30s
|AAge=31
|DOB=20 November 1994
|Height=167.5 cm (5'6")
|Weight=54.4 kg (120 lb)
|Hair=Dark Brown
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=N/A
|Profile=Mercy Thompson is a woman who straddles the human-normal world, and the more mystical side of the world. She knows there are spirits, ghosts, werewolves and other things that go bump in the night. She was raised by a pack of werewolves - where some accepted her and most did not. She left home at age eighteen and struck it out on her own. College was completed, but Mercy's passion was in fixing things, specifically cars and even more specialized Volkswagens. While it took her some time, Mercy eventually found herself the owner of Mercy's Garage, where she gets to work on all manner of cars as well as a smattering of projects just for herself. Along with the daily grind, Mercy often finds herself getting into trouble - mostly not her fault, mostly.
===Current Player Approved: June 04, 2019===
|Description=Mercy stands roughly 5'6" and looks to be in her late twenties. Her dark brown, nearly black, hair is pin-straight and when left unbound falls past the tops of her shoulders. Typically she wears her hair plaited into two braids; much like it is today. Both braids fall an inch or two past her shoulders and are secured by simple black hair-ties. While most would call her pretty, Mercy's features are more girl next door, than classical beauty. Her eyes are similar to her hair, but instead of being that dark brown color, they hold a lighter, warmer brown tone to them. Year round she holds a tanned look to her skin, which denotes her Native American heritage.
 
Her physique is of someone who definitely works out. Fit and active and with muscle along her arms and shoulders. Along with her physique is the fact that she sports a variety of tattoos. The ones that typically can be seen are those upon her arms (Celtic knots and roses) and if she's wearing a midriff baring shirt, the red coyote paw print right below her navel.
 
Today, Mercy wears a pair of battered mechanics overalls, upon the pocket of the overalls a name-tag can be seen that just reads 'Mercy'. Beneath those overalls she wears a simple black shirt and jeans. Upon her feet are heavy, steel-toed boots, that protect from any would-be accidents while on the job. Lastly, but not least, Mercy wears very little jewelry, about the only jewelry she wears is a gold chain, with a small gold lamb pendant upon it.
|History=Mercy is the daughter of Margi and Joe. Her mother was a teenager at the time, whereas her father was a rodeo bull rider. He was also a Blackfoot Indian and a skinwalker or 'walker'; at least, that's what Mercy currently believes. In reality, her father is the Native American trickster god known as Coyote. Her father 'died' in a car accident well before Mercy's mother ever knew she was with child.
 
When Mercy was born it soon became apparent that she inherited the walker side of her father's ancestry after her mother found a baby coyote in the crib. When it was clear that the coyote pup was Mercy, Margi found herself uncertain what to do (and panicked). Eventually Mercy's mother took her to a relative's relative, who just happened to be a werewolf. She felt they would know how to better raise her daughter, versus her, an unwed and very young mother.
 
Life in the pack wasn't easy; she was neither a wolf, nor was she just a 'human'. Most of the pack didn't accept her, but there were some who did. While in the pack she learned a variety of skills; wilderness survival, hunting, stalking, piano, self-defense, and also various ancient histories. Along with these more tangible skills, Mercy grew up to also be a very fierce and stubborn young woman. She had to be; werewolves were all about who was stronger or strongest of the pack.
 
When she turned sixteen, Mercy left the pack and moved back with her mother. Their relationship was strained, but the two still managed. Eventually, Mercy left home to pursue an education. She went to college and while she started at as an Engineering major, she eventually switched to a History major and that is what her degree is in.
 
While she had her degree in history, Mercy didn't go into that particular field. Instead she drifted back to what she loved to do. Working, fixing and tinkering on cars. Especially Volkswagens. She was hired into a shop by a man known as 'Zee' and eventually he left the shop to her. That garage is now branded Mercy's Garage and that's where Mercy currently works and lives.
|Personality=There are many ways to describe Mercy, but perhaps some of the best words that can be used are: stubborn, caring, hardworking, loyal and curious. If she knows or thinks she's right, she'll dig her heels in against those that try to sway her judgement. If you need a batch of cookies baked for you, she's your girl. If you need a job done and done right, Mercy can help you. If you have a puzzle that needs to be solved, again, Mercy will help you solve it. Along with the 'good' part of those words are also the 'not so good'. Her stubbornness can come off as pig-headedness - she won't take crap from others. She can be sassy and sarcastic, and while she'll never break her word (purposefully) or outright lie, she will omit some of the truth so people don't realize what she's up to. Those she's earmarked as friends and family are hers, not in the werewolf territorial sense, but that they're her friends her family and she will do everything in her powers to help them - even if it's detrimental to her health. She's often quick to decide and quick to act upon the decision - patience is not a virtue she's too keen on learning right now. She sometimes has too much faith in the people she meets or puts her trust into, but that's something she'd rather not lose just yet. Either way, Mercy will always be there for those that need her, even if it's just a hug and cookie, and hopefully when she finds herself in trouble, they'll do the same for her.
|Abilities='''COYOTE'S NOSE'''
 
Mercy, as Coyote's daughter, enjoys the sense of smell and good hearing of a coyote even while she's in human form. Pracically this means that she can hear a phone converstaion, both sides of it, from the next room if the rooms are otherwise reasonably quiet. She can tell who someone is based on their scent, so disguises rarely work unless scent is also somehow masked. She can pick up on a person's mood through their scent and is very very good at figuring out when a lie is being told by combination of scent and hearing and body language. As a coyote her senses, sight smell and hearing, are roughly twice as good as a normal coyote's.
 
'''ENHANCED PHYSIQUE'''
 
Along with the enhanced aspects of her coyote form is the fact that Mercy's human physique is likewise changed. Even as a human she has the keen senses of the coyote - her hearing, sense of smell, speed and even strength are increased. She can typically hear the sounds in the next room, or smell when someone is lying to her. For her speed and strength, this relates to her reactionary time and lifting capabilities. While she can't necessarily run at 60+ mph in human form, she is quicker than an average person. In fact, she's just above Olympic level athletes with her reactionary/reflexive actions. Her strength is similar - she can lift more than what her height and build relates. It's what has allowed her to (with effort) pick up an injured werewolf, when they can go between 200-300 pounds quite easily.
 
'''GHOSTS'''
 
Because of her heritage (child of a God), Mercy has the ability to command ghosts. This command allows her to literally tell the ghost to do something and it does it. She rarely uses this ability because commanding anyone to do her bidding doesn't sit well with her; at all. Along with commanding ghosts, she's able to see ghosts, hear ghosts and speak to them. She could ask them questions, reply to their questions and even help them cross over to the other side if they wanted it. Usually it's by telling them to go to the light, as corny as that my sound. Typically she will only speak to a ghost if it's absolutely necessary. In a non-life threatening setting, she'll normally just ignore the ghosts until it goes away.
 
'''MAGIC SENSING'''
 
Because of Mercy's mystical heritage she has the ability to sense magics around her. This can be both active and inactive spells on objects, or people, places, things, etc. Of course, she's not all seeing (sensing) so there will be times that she can't necessarily sense the magic around her, simply because the practitioner is at a much higher level than herself.
 
'''PARTIAL MAGIC IMMUNITY'''
 
Due to Mercy's mystical heritage she has the added bonus of being immune to some levels of magic. While she's not immune to everything, she is typically immune to spells that are coercion based. Mind manipulation, vampire stares, magical hypnosis, magical commands, most of the time those roll right off her coyote back. Or if the spell does work, the coercion is much less, which might allow Mercy to still resist compulsion. With everything, however, this doesn't mean she can resist all manipulation magic, especially if those practitioners or magical beings are much more powerful than she is.
 
'''SHAPESHIFTER'''
 
Mercy is what's known as a Walker. Practically, what it means is that in the blink of an eye she can shift from human to coyote or coyote to human. The only form she can shift to and from is coyote, and unlike werewolves she has no half-stage. As a coyote Mercy is a bit above average in height and weight, about 50 lbs and about 25 inches high at the shoulder. Normally a coyote can run a max of 40-45 MPH. Being Coyote's daughter she's faster than a normal coyote and with much better endurance. She's able to run up to 60 MPH and can hold this speed for several hours before she requires rest. Mercy also enjoys better than (coyote) average sight, smell and hearing due to her unique heritage. Even in human form her sense of smell and her hearing are nearly as good as a normal coyote's.
|Skills='''BAKING'''
 
Mercy is an average cook and a great baker. She likes to use her baking time to help her work out anything she's struggling with. Typically when she's done baking she's either figured out what to do, how to fix it, or has put together a plan. Then of course comes the best part - eating the baked good. She usually sticks to brownies, cookies and cakes, but if she was feeling adventurous she could branch out beyond the staples.
 
'''HISTORY'''
 
Mercy has a bachelor's degree in History. This is for both ancient and more modern times history. While she doesn't teach, or do anything with this particular degree of hers, she still has the knowledge she learned during her college years. Her curiosity is such that she continues to research odd-n-end historical topics that pique her interest. In the end, what this means is she's good for spouting off historical facts when prompted to, or even unprompted.
 
'''HUNTING AND TRACKING'''
 
Mercy's animal form is a coyote with all its senses and abilities. Combine that with how she was raised (in a wolf pack) and she's generally a great hunter and tracker. She knows all about following scent trails, animal paw prints and even the broken bits of grass, or small tree limbs that can typically be found. She's also great at hunting the two-legged prey as well, via smell, sound of breathing/heartbeat and trail. Those that are better at hiding their trail, scent, sounds, would of course allude her, but for others that are at her level or below, she'd likely be able to track them fine.
 
'''LANGUAGES'''
 
Mercy's native tongue is English, but along the way she's also learned to read, write and speak German. She has a smattering of words in various languages, as well as some in the various dialects that Blackfoot Indians speak.
 
'''MARTIAL ARTS'''
 
Mercy has been training in martial arts from a young age. She primarily trains in the martial arts that helps her deal with fighting against more than one opponent. Currently, in her dojo, she's a purple belt. So neither a beginner, but not yet an expert. This means she can usually handle herself when she's dealing with those sort of thugs that don't know how to fight. For those that do, it just depends on their skill level and hers. If they're at her level she has the potential to hold off two, possibly three, before help either arrives, or she finds a way to run away. The higher the skill the less amount of people she'd be able to hold off.
 
'''MECHANIC'''
 
Being a mechanic is a combination of knowing what to do, having the skill to do it and also the brute strength. Her garage isn't a terribly fancy thing. She has one auto lift, one diagnostic computer to talk to the more 'smart cars' out there and then her more mundane tools (wrench, hammer, drill, etc.). Along with her tools is really the knowledge she has when it comes to cars. Her specialty is Volkswagen, but in reality she can work on just about any normal, run of the mill car. Along with her mechanical skills is the fact that she also re-builds cars as a side hobby for herself. It helps to keep her skills and knowledge sharp, as well as gives her something to work on when nothing else will do.
|Resources='''CHILD OF COYOTE'''
 
Mercy is now aware that she's a daughter of Coyote and not fully mortal. She's what one would call a demigod, half mortal, half god. As such, this affords her some advantages. She'll have a longer lifespan, as well as the ability to call upon her father for questions, aid, or possibly more. The only caveat here, is what she might receive from Old Coyote. He's a god of chaos and while he sees his children in a paternal light, that doesn't mean he won't give them half answers, or tricky things. In the end Old Coyote is playing the long game, even if Mercy herself can't see it.
 
'''MERCY'S GARAGE'''
 
Mercy is the owner and mechanic of Mercy's Garage. While the garage isn't rolling in the money it does well enough that Mercy can afford more than just the basics of living. She can afford food, clothing and a few luxury items with enough planning and budgeting. She only has a few thousand in her bank account, but again, it's enough for her as she continues to grow her mechanic business.
 
'''THE PACK'''
 
While she's a very independent sort of woman she knows if she really needed the help she could go home to her old pack. It would be awkward and uncomfortable and maybe just a bit embarrassing, but they'd be there for her. She could call upon them for food, aid, shelter, just about everything. The reverse is true for them as well; if they needed help, shelter, food, she'd give it over in a heartbeat.
|Weaknesses='''ENEMIES'''
 
Mercy has a habit of attracting enemies due to getting involved in trouble. These range from your common thugs all the way up to vampires and even malevolent ghosts. She's not liked by vampires, and werewolves, among others. Then there's also those who wish to hurt Mercy to hurt her father, or take what little power she has away from her. Lastly there's her father who likes to make her life 'interesting', a trait he does with his other children as well.
 
'''MAGICAL CRITTER'''
 
While it's hard to sniff out Mercy's coyote or magical side, if someone knows specifically to look for the skinwalker magic, they'd be able to figure out what she is. It's not a main concern for Mercy, but it's something that can still come back to bite her in the butt.
 
'''NOT POWERFUL'''
 
Unlike other magical critters, Mercy isn't all that strong. She can sense magic, see ghosts, ignore some magical coercion spells and shapeshift into mostly normal coyote. Against others, like werewolves, she doesn't have much powers and that could be a problem when she finds herself in hot water. Thankfully, she's quick on her feet and smart to compensate for the lack of actual physical /power/.
 
'''TROUBLE MAGNET'''
 
Mercy is a trouble magnet. She'd like to pretend it's not her fault, but, in reality it is. She just can't help sticking her nose out to help people; especially those she's tagged as friends and family. She'll happily (or perhaps blindly) jump into a problem with very little thought, or consideration for what the potential fall-out might be.
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News Files - Xavier's School

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'''What is Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?'''
It is a special institute outside of Salem Center, New York, founded and led by Professor Charles Xavier. The School trains young mutants in controlling their powers, and help fosters a friendly human-mutant relationship. The student body is exclusively mutants. Other meta-humans are not admitted. See +group xavier.
 
'''What is the school's theme?'''
 
The school teaches Charles Xavier's dream, that humans and mutants should coexist peacefully. Generally ethical behavior is expected, but the school aims to help students and staff both to become better people. There is room for telling stories that involve darker ethical dilemnas, and the school provides a good contrast for that. But generally the school administration strives to do the right thing by the stereotypical sense of 'good'.
 
'''How does my mutant character join?'''
 
You should talk to the group when apping and we can join you to the channel even before approval. The school generally recruits students they become aware of via Cerebro, the news, allies, or other sources. Students could handwave the recruitment being off-camera and show up at school on their first day, or willing players can be found to come do a recruitment scene. You can even make a plot of it.
 
Staff prefers canon characters be their most common canon portrayal. So FCs not normally associated with the school or X-men are usually asked to RP their way in on-camera, rather than inventing a non-canon history they were there all along. Exceptions may happen, so ask, but realize it is rarely approved.
 
'''What does the general public know about Xavier's School?'''
 
To the public, it is a normal, private preparatory school that offers classes from the sixth to the twelfth grade and also offer numerous college scholarships and financial assistance for their alumni. The public does not know the student body are entirely mutants. Any IC portrayal that exposes a connection between the school and mutants requires consent by group leadership for minor matters, and possibly staff for major matters. If planning to do something that suggests "mutant", then leave the words "Xavier's School" or anything pointing that direction out of the depiction.
 
If you are a publicly acknowledged mutant, please do not publicly reveal having employment at the school. I.e. Hank McCoy is a famous mutant, so should not say in public that he is employed at Xavier's. Charles Xavier, known as the school founder and as a mutant, is the lone exception.
 
'''What do PCs and special NPCs know about the school?'''
 
NPC and PC family members of students (i.e. Rogue's father, Cannonball's siblings) may know about the school's mutant connection so long as they preserve the secret.
 
Non-connected PCs require group (and possibly staff) approval first. No one, including boyfriends or girlfriends, should be brought to the school without advanced consent. This is not meant to hinder RP and people have been brought in on the secret over time. The goal is to do it in appropriate to theme and not so widespread it breaks the RP environment. Anyone brought in on the secrets are bound by the same rules above.
 
The Avengers have been close allies who are allowed to be in the know about the school, as are a handful of individual allies. Some have even taught at the school. Some very high-knowledge others might know, such as Nick Fury, Amanda Waller, or Batman, but should confirm approval first.
 
'''How does the school keep secret IC?'''
 
Much like why Clark Kent's glasses work, we are just accepting this is so without detailing it fully. But suffice it to say the collection of technical, magic, and telepathic skills available have allowed this to be done in an ethical way and you can throw some details into a scene if you like.
 
When the school receives a visitor who is not 'in the know', an alert goes out to cease mutant power use. Either a psychic illusion, or Image Inducers are used.
 
'''Can I have an Image Inducer?'''
 
If you are a student or X-man with a non-human appearance, staff has approved you having an Image Inducer that creates a single holographic identity of a generic person, without needing a +sheet entry. Those who already look human, or just wish to have an Image Inducer with more functionality (like additional appearances) must +request it from staff as a +sheet addition. In the latter case, a scene being given the Inducer may be required.
 
'''What do students know about the X-Men?'''
 
The students know the X-Men exist, are based out of the school, and which of their teachers are members. Many students aim to become X-Men some day. Classes on controlling mutant powers may take place in the Danger Room. The lowest levels of the X-Men base are off-limits to students without reason and supervision by an X-man. Students know the X-Men have the Blackbird, but are not allowed in the hangar. Yes the basketball court opens up to the hangar, but it is an emergency exit rarely used. The plane normally flies out of a long underground tunnel that exits far from the school.
 
Secrecy about the X-Men must also be maintained per their news file. Other PCs allowed into the school as instructors are assumed to learn about the X-Men, and are also bound by the secrecy rules regarding them.

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|Desc=Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters is a special institute, founded and led by Professor Charles Xavier, to train young mutants in controlling their powers, and help foster a friendly human-mutant relationship. Base of Operations: Xavier Mansion (Breakstone, Westchester County) Founded: 10 September 2017 (Please read the following news file that pertains to Xavier's School also: [[News Files - Xavier's School|Xavier's School News File]] )
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|State=Current
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Beast

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Henry McCoy
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=95
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/HIlGzNv.png
|FullName=Dr. Henry Philip "Hank" McCoy, PhD
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Teacher
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Xavier's School (Breakstone, Westchester County)
|Education=Empire State University (DBioChem, DBioPhys)
|Groups=[[Avengers]], [[X-Men]], [[Xavier's School]], [[New Mutants]], [[Mutant-OOC]]
|Quote="Oh, my stars and garters!"
|PAge=30
|AAge=30
|DOB=21 February 1998
|Height=180 cm (5'11")
|Weight=182 kg (400 lb)
|Hair=Blue
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Peter Lupus
|Song=Waltz of the Goliaths
|Profile=When the young prodigy Hank McCoy, star football player and genius sciences student was outed as a mutant to his fellow college students he tried applying his vast intellect to curing himself of his condition. Instead he accidently destabilized his mutation further, transforming from his already odd (yet still mostly human) appearance into a dark blue furred simian/feline humanoid Beast. Chased by a mob of sudents and faculty, he was saved by the timely arrival of professier Xavier and the first of what woul be the original X-Man. Now, years later, Dr. Hank McCoy is not only one of the founding members of the Original X-Men but is a famus scientist in his own right. He has seemingly embraced his Beast and strives to use his skills both as a Hero and Academic to further Human/Mutant relations and find peace between them.
===Current Player Approved: November 16, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Doctor Henry 'Hank' McCoy is also known as The Beast, and for good reason. Once looking human (abliet with overly large hands and feet) a secondary mutation tranformed his already impressive physique into what it is today. He may only be 5'11" tall, but Hank seems to be almost as broad at the shoulders. His powerful arms are longer than normal in ratio to a human body, almost like a great ape's. His hands and feet are are more like prehensile paws, dextrous /and/ sporting retactable claws. While his body is mostly simian in nature, his head is less so, almost leonine in nature. His entire body, that which is visible, is covored in a velvet like blue/black fur except for his head where it is more like a mane of the same color. His eyes are slit, like a cat's, but are a rich blue. Hank must have a good tailor because he looks rather resplendent in a dark brown suit that is more casual than formal. It gives him the air of a Young Professor, especially the tweed elbow patches.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Henry McCoy's father worked at a nuclear power plant where he was exposed to massive amounts of radiation during an accident. Norton was seeimngly unharmed, but the radiation affected his genes and as a result his son Henry was born a mutant with abnormaly large hands, feet,enhanced dextrity and a prodigious intellect. Throughout his childhood his parents nourished his innate curiosity and it wasn't long before Henry showed a profound talent for reason. By the time he was ten he was scoring genius level results on IQ tests. He skipped several grades and enrolled in univeristy a young age. But while he excelled in school, he was a lonely sort. The stereotypical 'Nerd' or Geek' with few friends and fewer social skills, something he tried to hide under being a pranskter. But thanks to an accidental display of his superhuman agility (which wasn't accreited yet to his mutancy) Henry became a star football player and gained some modicum of popularity fro his fellow students, as well as some jealousy from his team mates It was when the team captain played a prank on Hank that he was outed as a mutant. the bigotry from those who were once his 'frionds' drove Henry to try and cure his mutation before they could expell him but his experiment backfired and instead he detabilized his mutation, activating genetic atavism and tranforming himself into a new blue furred beastial form. When he was discovered, the students and faculty of the univrsity became a mob, hunting him down. But before they could catch him Charles Xavier appeared and, using his mental abilities, rescued Hank and brought him to his School for The Gifted. Allowed to flourish, Hank completed his doctoral studies under Xavier's tutelage record time while training to become one of the first of his X-Men. With his team he fought evil humans and mutants alike, protecting the innocent of both species in hope of helping them find peace. Outside the field of being an X-men, Hank worked on multitudes of scientific and technological projects to not only fight evil but to embetter all sentient life. He has become a known member of the intellectual community, though many scientists tend to ignore him out of their bigotry. As the school has grown, Hank has become a teacher of the neweest generation of mutants. He of course remains an active member of the X-Men as well as serving as a doctor, scientist and engineerat the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
While hes a stalwartly serious and stupendously scholarly researcher, Hank has taken the role of the joker to heart. Hes always cracking jokes and making fun of his opponents, or launching deadly puns. Hank also greatly enjoys showing off his extensive vocabulary in sprawling and intricate sentences. Furthermore he wields a wide range of unusual expressions, some in French or Latin. Hank comes across has a light-hearted, very friendly, highly charming man. Hes also extremely loyal to his cohorts. But under his seemingly sunny disposition is a lonely heart. His intellect and his beastal nature are at times a cause of isolation. Very few people can keep up with his mind so like many other geniuses throughout history, he is socially awkward. It is only with the X-men that he can really be himself, but it remains a constant struggle with the animal within him. His mind may be able to contain the myriad of thoughts, may be able to logically acept who and what he is, but his spirit is always struggling. But he has an indomiale will. He remains rational and logical (jokes aside) to the end, sometimes stubbornly so. But when it comes to ethics and morals he stands firm. This in many ways is what makes him part of the moral core that encompasses the X-men.
|Abilities=
'''Eidetic Memory:'''
 
Hank has an eidetic memory and it shows in his ability to recall complex mathematical or chemical formula with little to no research. He can additionally remember and quote historical text, literature, or even comic strip quotes from memory. 
'''Enhanced Agility:'''
 
Beast's agility, balance, and bodily coordination are enhanced to levels that are beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. While in his simian form, he has the agility of a great ape combined with the acrobatic prowess of an Olympic level gymnast. He can walk a tightrope or a slack rope as easily as most people can walk on a sidewalk. He can also walk on his hands for many hours, or perform a complicated sequence of gymnastic stunts such as flips, rolls, and springs. He can easily match or top any Olympic record in gymnastics. 
'''Enhanced Dexterity:'''
 
He can perform many tasks with his feet as easily as a human could do with his hands. His manual and pedal dexterity are so great that he can write using both hands at once or tie knots in rope with his toes. 
'''Enhanced Durability:'''
 
Beast's bodily tissues are harder and more resistant to certain types of injuries than the bodies of normal humans. His physiology can withstand great impact forces, though he can be injured by many types of conventional weapons such as standard firearms and bladed weapons. However, he can withstand physical impacts, such as falling from several stories or being physically struck by many superhumanly strong beings that would either severely injure or kill a normal human with little to no discomfort. 
'''Enhanced Healing:'''
 
Beast's metabolism enables him to repair mild to moderate injuries much faster than a normal human. For instance, he can recover from minor ailments, such as a severe cold or fever within a few hours. More severe injuries, like broken bones, used to heal within a few days, whereas normal humans might take many weeks or even months. However, his healing abilities have increased to the point where he recovers from mild to moderate injuries within a few hours. But still, he cannot regenerate destroyed organs or severed limbs. 
'''Enhanced Reflexes:'''
 
Beast's reflexes are similarly enhanced and are on levels beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. His training with the X-Men, as well as his experience battling enemies has granted him the reaction time to evade gunfire. He can react at low-level speeds. His reflexes are a partial reason why the Beast is able to be so agile and fast, despite the abnormal bulk of his ape-like form. 
'''Enhanced Senses:'''
 
Hank possesses enhanced, acute senses that are comparable to those of certain animals, enabling him to see and hear distant objects more clearly than a normal human, and identify and track someone purely by scent. He also possesses cat-like night-vision that also allows him to see even in near-total darkness. His scent of smell can let him track and even identify individuals by scent. 
'''Enhanced Speed:'''
 
Beast can run and move at speeds that are slightly beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete, despite his abnormal size. He can run at speeds up to 40 miles an hour over short distances, particularly if he runs on all fours. It also allows Beast to attack opponents before they can react and pull their trigger fingers and keep up with opponents who can move at low-level superhuman speeds. 
'''Enhanced Stamina:'''
 
Beast's highly advanced musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than that of an ordinary human. He can exert himself at peak capacity for several hours before the buildup of fatigue toxins in his blood begins to impair him. 
'''Enhanced Strength:'''
 
Beast possessed a degree of super human strength where he can now lift about 10 tons, which is sufficient to smash through a brick wall with a single punch and to tie an iron barbell into a knot, as well as smash a tank with his bare hands. He can even punch the ground with enough force to create a massive shock wave. This strength also extends to the muscles in his legs, allowing him to leap 15 feet in a standing high jump and 25 feet in a standing broad jump. 
'''Minor Pheromone Manipulation:'''
 
Beast has the ability to secrete pheromones to attract members of the opposite sex. 
'''Razor-Sharp Claws and Fangs:'''
 
Beast sports retractable, 3" razor sharp claws at the tip of each finger and toe. Their natural edges, coupled with his strength, are sufficient to rend most conventional materials including flesh, wood, stone, and even metal effortlessly and enable him to climb up vertical surfaces by wedging his fingers and toes into the smallest of cracks. He possesses elongated canines that he can use, if he chooses to do so, as effective weapons in close quarter combat situations.
|Skills=
'''Acrobatics:'''
 
Hank is an almost unparalleled acrobat/gymnist thanks to both his dextrous mutation and years upon years of training. 
'''Genius Polymath:'''
 
Hank McCoy is one of the eight smartest people in the world. He has six PhDs, including one in biophysics. A world-renowned biochemist, Henry McCoy's greatest asset is his keen scientific mind. As the X-Men's resident technological and medical genius, he possesses extraordinary expertise in genetics, biochemistry, and electronics. He discovered the hormonal extract that is the chemical cause of mutation. Among his technological and engineering feats McCoy helped design and built Cerebrol, The Danger Room,The Blackbirdas as well as a thermonuclear reactor. He is also quite the gifted computer scientist, hacking government and even alien computer. He has extensive knowledge of a variety of other scientific fields from theoretical physics to nano-technology. 
'''Gifted Polyglot:'''
 
Hank is fluent in several languages including English, German, French, Latin, Italian, Spanish, Japanese, Arabic, Russian and Latverian. He has also learned a few dead and alien languages in teh course of his various researches 
'''Hand To Hand Combat:'''
 
Hank is an excellent hand-to-hand fighter. He gained his initial combat training from Professor Xavier during his X-Men training and then continued his tutelage in combat gymnastics from other heroes and organizations over the years. He typically uses a freestyle form of combat, similar to that of Spider-Man, that allows him to make full use of his great strength and agility. During times of anger, however, Hank is known to resort to brawling and street fighting tactics.citation needed 
'''Musician:'''
 
Hank is also an keyboard musician.
|Resources=
'''Laboratory:'''
 
Hank possesses a fully-equipped laboratory in Xavier's mansion. Presumably it holds the latest in biological, medical, technical and material analysis devices. It may also contain alien technology. 
'''X-Dove:'''
 
A smaller but more maneuverable sister to the the X-men's Blackbird. It's passenger space and armarment is more limited than the Blackbird.
|Weaknesses=
'''Animal Instincts:'''
 
For years, Hank McCoy has had to come to terms with his increasing animal instincts, which came with the destabilizatio of his initial mutation into his current beastial form. He doesn't just look animalistic he also has many animialistic instincts as well, which he fights to control. Certain stimuli, or psychic intervention, could advantage of this by making him act like an animal. An example of his animal instincts, Hank's transformation into his beastial form has given him a carnivorous taste for flesh, which he is conflicted over. 
'''Far Sighted:'''
 
While Hank's mutation has given him incredible sight both in the dark and at a distant, he actually needs glasses to be able to see properly up close. 
'''Loneliness:'''
 
Under his gregarious, happy-lucky personality lies a lonely heart. Even among mutants he tendsto feel like is less than human. That he isn't deserving of, or will ever find, a relationship that won't somehow be ruined by his mutation. 
'''Visible Mutation:'''
 
Obviously, Hank cannot hide his mutation. 
'''Vulnerable Senses:'''
 
Due to his animal-like mutation, the same enhancements that strengthen his senses can also be a weakness. Certain frequencies of sound, bright light, pheromonic scents, etc can affect and even incapacitate him.
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Archangel

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Warren Worthington
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=182
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/yxepz7sd
|FullName=Warren Kenneth Worthington III
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Philanthropist
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Westchester County, New York
|Education=MBA (Harvard)
|Groups=[[Hellfire Club]], [[X-Men]], [[Xavier's School]], [[Mutant-OOC]]
|Quote=I have been so many things, done so many things. But now I am here, and this is what I am doing. I am making a better future.
|PAge=26
|AAge=26
|DOB=29 October 2001
|Height=183 cm (6'0")
|Weight=68 kg (150 lb)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Christopher Mason
|Song="Heaven Beside You" by Alice in Chains
|Profile=Born into extreme wealth and privilege, Warren wanted for nothing. His world changed when his mutant powers emerged and he grew his trademark wings. After initally trying to deny and hide his mutation, Warren embraced it. First as the independent Avenging Angel, then as the X-Men's Angel, Warren put his talents to help others. Carefree, arrogant, charming and outspoken, he often tried the patience of some of his more serious X-Men partners.
 
In 2024, following Jean Grey's death, Warren took an absence from the X-Men, heading overseas to work with mutant philanthropist organizations and recover from his ordeals. Even after Jean's amazing return, he has stayed away, living as a wealthy playboy philanthropist, particularly for causes that promote mutant-Human relations.
 
===Current Player Approved: November 16, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Angel Six feet tall, clean shaven, blue-eyed, with wavy blond hair that hangs over his ears, Angel is a very handsome 20-something year-old man. He is lightly tanned and has a lean swimmer's build. Smiling and playful, he carries himself with an easy confidence and charm. Warren is immaculately dressed for the occasion, whatever it is. His clothing choices are decidedly upper-class private school, tending more to classic, tailored and high quality than to trendy or bleeding edge fashion. As an X-Man, he wears a blue skin-tight suit with white accents along the torso and chest, with white gloves. There is no overlooking the wings. Beautiful, massive, white, feathered wings stretch out from Warren's back. They reach easily over 16 feet from tip to tip. He looks like a modern-day angel. Archangel Tall, black-haired, with black pupiless eyes, Archangel is a decidedly menacing counterpart to Angel. Though he has the same physique, his bearing and expression are aggressive, even malevolent. Archangel invariable appears in a skin-tight black outfit with deep purple accents across the chest and limbs. His wings are massive, metallic and deep silver in colour. They are stylized, sleek, razor sharp and techno-organic, Archangel's wings carry none of the beauty of his other persona's.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Warren was born to Warren and Kathryn Worthington, of the wealthy and influential Worthingtons. As their only child, he was the heir to their family fortune and was groomed from a young age to inherit control of the multi-billion dollar conglomerate Worthington Industries. His parents doted on him and he wanted for nothing. Warren attended various boarding schools for the super wealthy in New York and was a carefree youngster. His life changed when his mutant abilities manifested. Initially horrified when he grew wings, Warren did his best to hide the mutation from everyone, especially his parents. But the change in Warren was not to be denied. Thinking it was best for him, Warren's parents did their best to find a 'cure' for his condition, but to no avail. While is parents were trying in vain to help their son, Warren discovered the beauty of wings; he could fly. This began a lifelong fascination and enjoyment of flight, in all its forms. Over time, Warren came to realize he could use his talents to help others. He dressed up in costume and called himself the Avenging Angel. Before long, the Avenging Angel came to the attention of Professor Xavier. Under the Professor's tutelage Warren trained to become one of the founding X-Men and took the name Angel. Not long after becoming one of the X-Men, Warren's father was killed by Burtram Worthington in a plot wrestle control of the Worthington family fortune. Before Burtram could be stopped by the X-Men, Burtram was able to poison and kill Warren's mother. After his parents' deaths, Warren moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts to study at Harvard. During this time he became a public mutant and inherited his family's fortune. Worthington Industries was placed in the stewardship of trusted family advisors until Warren became ready to take on the massive responsibilities of running the conglomerate. Warren became increasingly involved in pro-mutant, mutant-human relations and mutant welfare causes during his time at Harvard. After graduating, he came back to New York to rejoin his team mates. In a battle against Harpoon, Warren's wings were mutilated and later forcibly amputated when a former classmate, Cameron Hodge, planted false evidence that amputation was necessary and got a court order. Hodge then attempted murder Warren and make it look like a suicide. Warren was saved from the murder plot, a bomb on his private jet, by the ancient mutant Apocalypse. Apocalypse brainwashed Warren and had Warren serve his as Death, one of the four horsemen. Iceman broke Apocalypse's control over Warren during a battle in New York. Warren could not face his teammates after what he had done as Death and struggling with the killer instincts Apocalypse had implanted in him. He left the team to live with his girlfriend out of the public eye. Unfortunately, Hodge kidnapped and killed her, and Warren attacked Hodge in retaliation. After a short time away, Warren returned to the X-Men and was dubbed Archangel by Beast. Brooding and troubled by his past and his instincts, Warren remained with the X-Men until Jean's death. This along with everything else proved too much for Warren, and he left the X-Men again and went overseas. He lived a public life as a philanthropist, still championing his chosen causes, and buried his troubles in a playboy lifestyle. Even after Jean was discovered to be alive, he stayed away and had little contact with his former teammates. Now, a year and a half after Jean's return, Warren has come back to Xavier's and the X-Men hoping to start a new chapter in his life.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Warren used to be a carefree, extroverted young man, and he plays the facade well. Outwardly charming, glib and witty (at least to his mind), Warren is an incorrigible flirt who loves parties and adventure. He is often arrogant and outspoken, and chafes when expected to be under the authority of anyone else. Having lost his parents and the only girlfriend he ever truly connected with in circumstances he blames himself for, and deeply ashamed of his past as Death, Warren keeps others at a distance. He is, however, deeply passionate about the causes he believes in and uses his considerable resources and talents to further them. He also shown time and again with the X-Men that he willing to risk and sacrifice to protect others. Warren does not believe in killing except in the most extreme and unavoidable circumstances. The destruction he wrought during his time as Death and the killer instincts of his Archangel persona trouble him deeply and he fights to keep them in check. In many ways, what he does now to further and protect others are not just expressions of his values but penance for his wrongs. He is prone to fits of brooding and temper when these overwhelm him. As a result, he is considerably more introverted than he was, though he plays the part of his old self well in public and private.
|Abilities=
'''Aerial Adaptation:'''
 
Warren's entire anatomy is naturally adapted to flying. His bones are hollow, his body processes food more efficiently than a normal human body and does not store any excess fat, and he possesses a greater proportionate muscle mass than normal. As a result, his strength, speed, agility, flexibility, endurance, reflexes, coordination, balance, eyesight and hearing are at their peak. Elements of his anatomy are comparable to those of birds, especially birds of prey. His eyes can withstand high-speed winds which would damage the average human eye. He can breathe at high velocities or altitudes, and he can cope with the reduced temperatures at high altitudes for prolonged periods of time, giving him a greater-than-normal capacity to endure low temperatures in areas such as the Arctic. 
'''Peak Human Strength:'''
 
Due to his body's natural mutation, Warren possesses greater physical strength than an ordinary human equal to him in body weight and can lift about 500 lbs. 
'''Regenerative Healing Factor:'''
 
Warren's blood has a potent healing factor. It allows him to heal injuries extremely quickly, including regenerating his wings. He is able to heal minor injuries almost immediately, broken bones within days. Transfusions of his blood grant his regenerative abilities to others, though with mixed results. With one person his blood might be able to heal fatal injuries, with another they might not work at all. 
'''Superhuman Durability:'''
 
The tissues of Warren's body are somewhat harder and more durable than that of an ordinary human, though he is far from invulnerable. While he can be injured in ways comparable to an ordinary human, his body is structured to withstand the friction caused by flying at high speeds. He can also withstand impact forces that would severely injure or kill an ordinary human with only mild to moderate discomfort. 
'''Superhuman Stamina:'''
 
Warren's musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of an ordinary human. He can physically exert himself at peak capacity for several hours before the build up of fatigue toxins in his blood begins to impair him. His physical stamina while in flight is considerably greater. Warren can fly non-stop under his own power for a maximum of approximately twelve hours. Contrary to some reports, he couldn't make a transatlantic flight solely on his own power. During his one attempt to do so, he hitched a ride on an airplane for part of the way. 
'''Techno-Organic Wings:'''
 
Warren has a pair of large techno-organic wings, with a wingspan of about 16 feet. In his normal form, they appear to be his old white feathered wings. These grant him the ability to fly at up to almost 300 km/h up to heights of 10,000 feet. He can reach heights of 29,000 feet for a few minutes. When he is in his Archangel form, his wings take on a stylized metallic appearance grant him several abilities. In this form Warren can fly at hypersonic speeds. The wings develop razor sharp mono-molecular edges. The wings are formidable weapons, capable of cutting through even tempered steel. Also, the wings harden in this form and are capable of shielding Warren from bullets, missles and even radioactive plasma. Finally, this form allows Warren to discharge feathers as flechettes that are coated in a neurotoxin. This neurotoxin paralyzes victims without poison resistance or immunity for several hours.
|Skills=
'''Als Technician:'''
 
During his time training with the X-Men, Warren has received extensive paramedic and field medical training. He is able to triage life threatening injuries and stand in as a combat medic. His skills are equivalent to an advanced life support technician, and include knowing how to start IV's and administer life saving drugs. This is particularly useful since the healing factor in his blood can be imparted on others through transfusion. 
'''Executive:'''
 
Warren has been groomed from a young age to inherit Worthington Industries. This grooming continued into his early adult years with an accelerated BComm/MBA program at Harvard. He has honed his skills with a variety of senior roles in foundations and charitable organizations. Warren is a savvy executive and a capable leader. 
'''Expert Combatant:'''
 
Warren has received extensive hand-to-hand and weapons training in the Danger Room with Professor X and other X-Men. His training also included developing specific strategies to use and take advantage of his mutant abilities. His particular specialty is aerial hand-to-hand combat. In addition to his training, his time with the X-Men has given him plenty of opportunities to hone his skills and gather experience. 
'''Pilot:'''
 
Warren's fascination with flight has led him to seek training and certification with rotary and fixed-wing aircraft, including jet ratings. Also he has had training flying the X-Men's jet.
|Resources=
'''Extensive Ties:'''
 
Warren inherited his father's membership in the Hellfire Club. While Warren is an infrequent attender, he has the ability to work through the club to draw on extensive ties across the world. Also, as the Worthington heir and future CEO of Worthington Industries, Warren has a global network of family and personal connections that he can draw on, and sometimes draw on him in return. 
'''Worthington Fortune:'''
 
The Worthington family fortune is worth several billion dollars and is now under Warren's control. 
'''Worthington Industries:'''
 
Currently, Worthington Industries is being handled by a group of trusted family advisors. These people steward the company, update and continue to prepare Warren and generally manage things until Warren is ready to take over. While he is not currently the controlling executive, by virtue of who he is, Warren has access to various corporate resources across the world. 
'''X-Men:'''
 
Warren is one of the founding members of the X-Men and has returned to that team after being away. He has access to X-Men uniforms, equipment and vehicles. More importantly, he has the backing and support of his teammates. 
'''Xavier's School:'''
 
Warren is an advisor at Xavier's School. This gives him access to the school's extensive grounds and resources, as well contacts with its faculty and students.
|Weaknesses=
'''Death:'''
 
Warren's time as Death in service to Apocalypse has left its mark. Warren battles ruthless, lethal instincts that seek domination and destruction when in his altered form. Even in his normal form, these urges have their pull, goading him toward uncontrolled transformation and disastrous consequences. Also, Warren does not have full control of his form. He is not able to transform at will; rather, times of great stress and anger can cause him to transform. This can leave him battling his worst instincts at times when he needs that control the most. And he knows that he is always only one slip from another stain on his soul. 
'''Public Persona:'''
 
Warren has been a public mutant and outspoken activist for a few years now. His particularly obvious mutation has also meant that he is known to be the X-Men member Angel/Archangel. He is also the face of the Worthington name and is on the board of directors for a number of non-profit organizations that push his causes. Finally, as a prominent public mutant, many young mutants look up to him. This puts his actions under a great deal of scrutiny, and missteps can have very real costs well beyond him. There also limits to what he can have as a personal life. For instance, anything more serious than a passing dalliance draws media attention. So Warren has to be very careful to maintain this public persona, whether he wants to or not; too much depends on it. 
'''Women:'''
 
Warren is an absolute sucker for a pretty face, and it has gotten him in trouble any number of times. A terrible flirt to begin with, he can't seem to resist. Beautiful damsels, particularly those in (or feigning) distress, are a danger and have proven to be an easy route to manipulate him.
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[[Category:Mutant-OOC]] [[Category:Hellfire Club]] [[Category:X-Men]] [[Category:Xavier's School]]

Constantine

2020-11-12T01:21:36Z

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|NameOnMUSH=Constantine
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=61
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/TBIBMOW.jpg
|FullName=John Constantine
|Gender=Male
|Species=Homo Magi
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Exorcist. Mystic. Con Man.
|Citizenship=British
|Residence=The House of Mystery
|Education=School of Hard Knocks
|Groups=[[Mystic Arts]], [[Justice League]], [[Scooby Gang]], [[Dark Universe-OOC]],
|Quote=
|PAge=42
|AAge=42
|DOB=7 July 1985
|Height=183 cm (6'0")
|Weight=73 kg (161 lb)
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Matt Ryan
|Song="Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch
|Profile=According to the Muggles, John Constantine is a con man with a criminal record and a history of mental illness. 
 
Those attuned with the world's weirdness know him as a professional exorcist, expert demonologist, and amateur warlock. With a criminal record and a history of mental illness...
===Current Player Approved: November 10 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Unkempt. Shifty. In need of a shower. These are some of the more likely initial impressions strangers might have upon catching a glimpse of this trenchcoat-wearing transient. His presence tends to be announced well in advance by the pungent odor of Silk Cut cigarettes and last night's debauchery. Blond hair is styled in the haphazard, half-assed manner of a middle-aged man who hasn't quite figured out how to transition out of his punk phase. Three or four days worth of blond stubble covers a face that might have been handsome before the deep lines started taking over. His cheeks are sunken to unhealthy levels, which makes his blue eyes stand out with almost manic intensity. Of special note is the dramatic tan trench coat that hangs down past his knees. Cut in a fashion that's more European than Western, it's a fine example of English tailoring. It's well-worn to the point of shabbiness, and has a few obvious stains along with a few tears that have been repaired. It's either a long-time fixture of his wardrobe, or possibly a wearable security blanket. But although his coat has seen way better days, the rest of his outfit is actually pretty snazzy. Snazzy enough to classify as semi-professional, or business casual, at least. A white Oxford shirt of presumably expensive make, which fits well enough that it was likely tailored. It's tucked in, but slightly wrinkled and with the top button undone, and is accompanied by a black tie dangling loosely from his neck. Below that he's rocking some pretty non-descript gray dress slacks and a pair of black Oxfords with only minimal amounts of scuffing on the front.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Before he came to America, John Constantine left behind a fairly long rap sheet. Born in the mid-Eighties in Liverpool, England, his record shows several arrests, stints in both the juvenile and adult detention systems, and a couple of stays at a mental hospital. Virtually nobody remembers that he came from a working-class background, that he used to be a member of the colossally bad post-punk band Mucous Membrane, or that he used to have a blue mohawk and a nose piercing. What people DO remember is that John Constantine has been showing up at sites of mystical weirdness for nearly three decades. Conspiracy websites occasionally refer to him as 'The Constant One' or 'The Hellblazer', and an appearance by Constantine is usually proof that something very bad is about to happen. He doesn't claim to be a sorceror himself, but Constantine has had many teachers in the ways of the dark arts. He's considered one of the world's leading authorities in demonology and the occult, and his services are often sought out when something weird is going on. Over the years, Constantine has made a long string of bad deals, double-crossed powerful entities, and generally turned his life into an astonishing array of cock-ups. However, most of his sins have been committed under the pretext of keeping the world safe from irresponsible magic users and the horrors they tend to inflict on those around them. Recently, an illegal card game ended with John winning an extremely old and musty deed to a (presumably) equally old and musty piece of property. So he has come to Blüdhaven to take possession of a mysterious house. Maybe his luck is finally turning around?
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Much of John's personality has been shaped in response to the mind-bending horrors that he has come face to face with for nearly thirty years. Even as a child he was aware of the mystical strangeness around him, and it lead him to make a bunch of bad choices to try and escape it. He experimented with drugs during his 'punk' phase, but his favorite method of escape is alcohol, maybe with a couple of pain killers. One of his favorite Silk Cut cigarettes is nearly always dangling from his lip, and without them he tends to get extremely anxious and cranky. But even with a cigarette he's always at least a little anxious and cranky. He sees demons and ghosts, after all. Although he has built up a reputation for duplicity and manipulation, most of the people that John has double-crossed REALLY had it coming. Still, it would be unfair to cast him as some sort of Robin Hood, he's a fairly self-serving con man who happens to occasionally help people out. Reluctantly, John Constantine has started to embrace his role as a buffer between our world and the world of magic. He sees himself as an agent of neither good nor evil, Chaos nor Order. Instead, he sees himself as an agent of balance, keeping both sides in check. This outlook lends him a certain amount of moral... flexibility. It comforts him to think that the ends justify the means, because the means that he employs are almost always sketchy.
|Abilities=
'''Attuned:'''
 
Even as a child John was attuned the the mystical energies surrounding him. He is able to see the spirits of the dead, the 'true faces' of mystical entities, and the omnipresent demonic forces that threaten to engulf the world. This is why he drinks. 
'''Doorway:'''
 
As the owner of The House of Mystery, Constantine can open a doorway directly to the House no matter where he is. These doorways are stable only as long as it takes Constantine to go through them, meaning that any guests he wants to take along have to enter the doorway before he does. The House itself has many doorways to many different realms. However, Constantine hasn't yet figured out any sort of logic to the placement of the doors, and therefore can't use them to go anywhere specific. There's no telling where an individual door in the House of Mystery might lead. 
'''Exorcism:'''
 
As an expert demonologist and mystical dabbler, John has learned to exorcise demons and spirits from people, animals, and... other stuff. Once he has identified the source of infestation, it's only a matter of time until John is able to dispel it. However, sometimes the struggle is extremely difficult, and it's often better just to put a bullet in a possessed individual's head than to let them suffer through an exorcism. Still, for the right price, John will be happy to give it a try. Who knows? Your loved one might even live. 
'''Glyphs:'''
 
Constantine can use the glyphs of various earthly and demonic languages to create sigils and wards. He has a lot of useful ones memorized from frequent use, but he generally has to look up the more specialized and powerful ones. Using common household items like chalk, salt, and candles, John can create a perfectly serviceable holding cell for a demonic entity. Or he can inscribe glyphs directly onto a person to make them invisible to magical detection, or to grant them protection from specific types of harm. He has even used glyphs to create a 'magic circle' that can protect anyone who is standing inside from all but the most potent of assaults. 
'''Pyromancy:'''
 
Although he mostly learned it to save on lighter fluid and impress girls at the pub, Pyromancy is an ability that has proven to be far more useful than John originally imagined. Put simply, John can generate and control mystical hellfire. He tends to direct it with his hands to create a flamethrower effect, taking care not to burn himself. This can be used to scare away punks in an alley, or scorch the wings off of an angel. Mostly though, he uses it to light his cigarettes and impress girls at the pub. 
'''Summoning:'''
 
Name a nasty mystical creature, and there's probably a way to summon it. It's a terrible idea, but it can be done. Fortunately, Constantine specializes in terrible ideas. For a fee, he'll summon up a deceased spirit or a minor demon. With the right protective wards in place, it's all just a bunch of harmless fun. However, occasionally he finds himself needing some backup or a diversion. Or maybe he just needs information from one of the major demons. When this happens, Constantine uses special summoning rituals that carry a high price. Things almost always spin wildly out of control shortly thereafter.
|Skills=
'''Charm:'''
 
Although he wasn't actually a real rock star, John learned to play the part pretty well. He's learned to project a certain aura that helps him when dealing with people, more often than not. Say whatever else you'd like about him, John is cool. He was also just naturally gifted with a golden tongue. John would like to think that he's extremely charming, but there's no doubt that he's helped somewhat by his accent. People in England tend to be a bit less starstruck by him, after all. Still, people tend to like him when they first meet him. It's only after he cons them once or twice that they start to hate his guts. 
'''Demonology:'''
 
In the process of getting into, and out of, various demonic pacts, Constantine has picked up a great deal of knowledge specifically related to the world of demons. He knows most of the major types of demons, their spheres of influence, and how to summon them. But he also knows the names of individual major players in Hell and here on Earth, and has had dealings with many of them in person. In fact, Constantine frequently hangs out at demon bars (don't judge until you've tried the mojito at Snrgzax's House of Genital Mutilation and Karaoke). 
'''Detection:'''
 
Although he doesn't use a lot of traditional forensic science, John is still considered something of a paranormal detective. He knows enough policework to rule out the mundane. Usually, he'll not only be able to tell you if your loved one was murdered by a monster, he'll be able to tell you which monster it was, and where they took the body. 
'''General Magic:'''
 
While glyphs, pyromancy, summoning, and exorcism are what Constantine does best, he, like all homo magi, can cast more traditional spells when there's a need. Constantine's repertoire tends towards effects like tracking spells, illusions, and mentalism, and can do these effects on the fly with the right equipment. He can also, with the right rituals, project himself onto the astral plane, use divination to find spots of trouble and magical power, raise golems, and level dark curses on his foes among other effects. That said, Constantine is all too aware of the cost of magic and that, along with being lazy, means he uses magic as a last resort, instead seeking out his rolodex of friends to do it for him, or relying on graft, charm and conventional skills to see him through. 
'''Hornswoggling:'''
 
John's skills in magic pale in comparison to his capabilities as a flim-flam man. He's alleged to have sold his soul to at least ten different entities, and has tricked more than one barfly into thinking that he's one of the original Beatles. But those are just child's play compared to some of the multi-layered scams he's pulled off in the past. John can lie with a perfectly straight face, and tell someone exactly what they wanted to hear. On the rare occasions that he gets caught, he's able to divert the conversation so gracefully that people rarely notice until after he's gone. It's a good policy not to trust anything that comes out of John Constantine's mouth, but even those who have been repeatedly swindled still sometimes come back for more. 
'''Occult Lore:'''
 
John is a proud graduate of the Hogwarts School of Hard Knocks, class of '03. He has been a dabbler in street-level magic for most of his life, and has aggressively sought out teachers around the world. Along the way, he's picked up a vast knowledge of the major players in the occult world today, and a fairly exhaustive comprehension of the history of magic in the world of man. Everyone knows the difference between a leprechaun and a fairy, but Constantine has dissected both. Actually, he's also dated both, come to think of it. 
'''Stage Magic:'''
 
Strangely enough, some of John's best magic tricks don't involve any actual magic. He studied under a famous stage magician for a while, and picked up things like sleight of hand and misdirection. He's a decent escapologist, and has even used the hypnosis tricks he learned with varying amounts of success. 
'''Strategy:'''
 
You can't be a con man without being able to come up with an effective strategy. Most of John's plans happen on the fly, but he's usually cool under pressure and able to come up with a workable plan even when he doesn't have a lot of good options. 
'''Streetwise:'''
 
Unlike most mystic experts, John lives very much in the real world. He visits the race track several times a week, practically lives at the pub, and watches reality television. He's also involved with a lot of shady aspects of modern society, and hangs out with people who are straight up criminals. John isn't just the guy you'd ask to help you buy a vial of unicorn tears. He's also the guy you'd ask to help you negotiate a drug deal, or introduce you to the owner of an underground casino. Just don't ask him to go to Gotham after dark, he's streetwise, not suicidal.
|Resources=
'''Artifacts:'''
 
Now that he has taken ownership of the House of Mystery, John has also taken ownership of a bunch of magical junk that was lying around. It's amazing how much crap the place has accumulated under the ownership of various Mystic Hoarders, though most of it is more 'interesting' than 'useful.' There are sacred urns, ceremonial daggers, murderous yo-yos, talking paintings, and even some of Elvira's lingerie. 
'''Contacts:'''
 
John knows where all the best demon bars and mystical lounges are. He also knows many of the world's top occult experts, and a few from other worlds. If he needs information, John may not always know where to look, but he usually knows who to ask where to look. The answer should probably always be Rupert Giles. But... sometimes it's Elvira. 
'''House of Mystery:'''
 
Recently, John won the deed to The House of Mystery. It's a creepy old manion that has belonged to several notable mystical figures, and we're not just talking about Elvira. Accessible only by those who know where to look (ie, non-Muggles) and saturated with mystical energies, the House is essentially a nexus between our world and several others. Its internal dimensions are constantly changing, and one could spend several lifetimes just trying to explore it all. Also, there's a lot of cool magic junk lying around. The House of Mystery is a place where a sketchy occultist can relax, prop his feet up, and be thoroughly terrified all the time. Did we mention the house is creepy? 
'''Library:'''
 
The House of Mystery comes with a crazy exhaustive mystical library. Actually, it comes with several, but John has only ever been able to find one of them. The library contains many books that are thought to have been lossed, or considered to have been fictional. Although it's got reference material that any magician would find extremely valuable, it also contains things of a more personal nature. For example, the diaries of some of the House's caretakers are kept in the library, as are the letters sent between some of history's greatest mystics. One could spend a lifetime trying to read all of the books in the library, and John still hasn't even figured out the filing system yet.
|Weaknesses=
'''Enemies:'''
 
John Constantine's place in Hell has been reserved well in advance. There's even a rumor that his is one of the few souls that the Devil would like to collect personally. But not all of John's enemies are demons. He's also pissed off a few angels, but most of the people who want him dead are of a more terrestrial nature. There are book keepers in England that John owes a lot of money. There are magicians in Canada that have had their totems stolen. Then there are all of the people that John has double-crossed. Because of the choices that John has made, his enemies outnumber his friends about a hundred to one. 
'''Haunted:'''
 
John is attuned to the mystical energies that surround us. This not only enables him to see ghosts, demons, and other weirdness, it mean's that he can't NOT see it. Everywhere that John goes, he sees dead people, many of them people that he used to know when they were still alive. Sometimes they want him to do something. Sometimes they just want to keep him awake at night. 
'''Insomnia:'''
 
Because of his terrifying nightmares and his weird hours (most mystical activity occurs at night, oddly enough), John rarely gets more than two hours of sleep on a normal night. The only reliable method he's found of getting sleep is to get extremely hammered and then pass out on his bathroom floor. 
'''Nightmares:'''
 
Nearly every time that John tries to sleep, at least when he doesn't down half a bottle of alcohol first, he wakes in the middle of a terrifying nightmare. Nightmares have plagued his sleep ever since he was a little boy, and the horror of his daily life has done nothing to make this any better. If anything, he seems to be getting progressively worse as he ages, which has caused him to occasionally seek treatment in mental hospitals. But even electroshock therapy wasn't able to help him dispel the horrifying images that he sees nearly every time he closes his eyes. 
'''Reputation:'''
 
There are message boards and websites that track the activity of 'The Constant One' or 'The Hellblazer', as John Constantine is sometimes known. He is generally regarded as a fraud and a con man, but conspiracy theorists believe him to be an expert occultist. Of course, people who are actually attuned to the mystic know that Constantine is the real deal, and many of them have had dealings with him in the past. The mystical world on Earth is a relatively small one, after all. A reputation more than thirty years in the making can't be entirely good, and John's certainly isn't. But he is considered by most magic users to be relatively well-intentioned, if a bit sketchy. There are many, however, who have been directly betrayed or double-crossed by Constantine, so his reputation tends to look something like 'Decent guy to have on your side, unless you've got something he wants'.
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[[Category:Dark Universe-OOC]] [[Category:Mystic Arts]] [[Category:Justice League]] [[Category:Scooby Gang]]

Fiona Glenanne

2020-11-12T01:19:36Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Fiona Glenanne
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=984
|Img=https://goo.gl/eboId7
|FullName=Fiona Glenanne
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=Other
|Chartype=AFC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=Bounty Hunter & Arms Dealer
|Citizenship=Ireland
|Residence=Brooklyn
|Education=Secondary School
|Groups=[[Street Level-OOC]], [[Birds of Prey]]
|Quote="If something seems too good to be true, it's best to shoot it, just in case."

"If you blow something up correctly, you have nothing left to fix."

"Shall we shoot them?"

"Grenade? What grenade?"
|PAge=38
|AAge=38
|DOB=22 March 1989
|Height=160 cm (5'3")
|Weight=57 kg (125 lb)
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Gabrielle Anwar
|Song="Tick Tick Boom" by The Hives
|Profile=Fiona Glenanne spent fourteen years as an explosives expert for the IRA, until she grew disillusioned when her sister was killed in a bombing during The Troubles. She then began to work independently as an arms dealer, which took her all over the world until she managed to get into trouble with the wrong people. So it was off to America, well out of reach of those who want to get their hands on her. 
 
Now she works as bounty hunter, though she still maintains many of her professional contacts. There's nothing Fiona loves more than fast car, a well made gun, and making things go boom. 
 
Oh, and shoes. The more expensive, the better.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
|History=
|Personality=
|Abilities=
|Skills=
'''Cunning Linguist:'''
 
Fiona is fluent in four languages: English, Gaelic, French, and Spanish. She is also capable of doing so in an accent good enough to convince native speakers that she is one as well. It is worth noting she is capable of utilizing several different English speaking accents: her native Irish, a 'flat' American English, Boston, New York/New Jersey, Southern American, British Royal Pronunciation, and a middling accent best described as "Eurotrash". 
'''Fist Like a Kiss:'''
 
Fiona is a short, skinny lady, and her combat training takes that into account. Her techniques are designed to take out an opponent as quickly as possible, with equal emphasis on subdual maneuvers as lethal maneuvers. Fiona is also capable of using knives and batons, and can make makeshift weapons out of available normal items as might be needed. 
'''Gun Bunny:'''
 
Michael Westen put it best: "It takes a good marksman to shoot you at 50 feet from a moving car, but it takes a great marksman to miss... while making it look like they are trying to hit you... or markswoman as the case may be." Fiona is that good, with a variety of different firearms. She also knows how to properly care for them and assess their market value. 
'''Intermediate Espionage:'''
 
While she is nowhere near the level of Michael Westen, Fiona has enough traning through experience and her past in the IRA serve as a very competent intelligence asset. Hand-offs, honey-traps, all the different types of con artist routines, creating and maintaining personas, she can keep up quite well with those trained in the world's various intelligence agencies, but refuses to align with any of them. 
'''Knows Her Worth:'''
 
In addition to being a woman with an eye for fashion (especially shoes), Fiona is well aware of the market value of...well, a lot of things. Haute couture, art, cars, guns, jewels, drugs...Fiona can provide a good estimate of what kind of money they can bring in. 
'''Let's Get Physical:'''
 
Running, jumping, swimming, rappeling, etc. All those high intensity physical skills that are a necessity in her business? Fiona manages just fine, thank you very much. After all, she can't make money chasing bail jumpers if she can't actually, y'know, chase bail jumpers. 
'''She's Got Legs:'''
 
And she knows how to use them. Fiona is very good at using her looks and personality to get what she wants from men interested in her gender. Truth be told, she's also the one with the most empathy on her team, and when a soft or seductive touch is called for, it's Fiona who usually steps to the plate. 
'''Shut Up and Drive:'''
 
There's a reason why whenever it's time to get in a car, it's most often Fiona who ends up behind the wheel. She is an extremely skilled precision driver, capable of hair's width maneuvering at top speeds. And speaking of top speed, it is best assumed that however long it may take to get from point A to point B, Fiona can get there in half the time. 
'''Tik Tik Boom:'''
 
When it comes to explosives, Fiona isn't just an expert. She's an artist. From the most basic bombs jury-rigged using products from a grocery store to advanced incendiary devices, Fiona knows how to identify, build, and disarm them. She is able to determine exactly how much explosive power is needed for a given effect, whether it's a massive blow out or a tiny bit of percussive force. She can even, if given the opportunity to analyze it, determine the origin of an explosive device, either its country of origin or the identity of its designer. 
'''Wrench Wench:'''
 
Fiona is not afraid to get her hands dirty. She's capable of jury-rigging various contraptions as might be needed for missions, handling auto maintenance, and knows what to do with power tools.
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'''Firepower:'''
 
Even after giving up selling and buying weapons, Fiona has a tidy little stash of them, as well as materials for making explosions. What she doesn't have, she knows how to get, and who to get it from. What she has access to, she frequently willingly shares with Michael Westen and Sam Axe. 
'''Knows a Guy:'''
 
While nowhere near as prolific as Sam Axe in terms of contacts, Fiona does have many, stretching across the globe, particularly of the criminal element. Arms dealers, money launderers, hackers, etc. There is also her family, who have been part of the IRA, though she is hesitant to call on them as she is still persona non grata in Ireland. 
'''Shiny Things:'''
 
Fiona loves expensive stuff. All the stuff. Nothing will get her to stop and stare like a beautiful pair of shoes. Amongst her many precious things: a Hyundai Genesis Coupe, an heirloom Hermes double banded watch, and her firearms of choice: a Walther PPK 7.65mm and her Colt .45 ACP M1911.
|Weaknesses=
'''"fiery" Irish Temper:'''
 
Fiona is, well, reactionary. She doesn't have a lot of patience, and she doesn't have any problem with letting people know just how angry she is about a situation or person. On her own, she's more of the "act first, think later" typeÂ without others around to restrain her. The "fiery" part? Well, Fiona's default solution to any problem is to shoot it or blow it up. 
'''Criminal Past:'''
 
While relatively low priority, Fiona is a Person of Interest to several different intelligence agencies including but not limited to the CIA, British Intelligence, and Interpol. Her previous affiliation with the IRA has also left some bad blood, but as long as she stays out of Ireland she doesn't expect too much trouble from that circle. 
'''Dead Little Sister:'''
 
She joined the IRA after her little sister Claire got shot by a soldier firing into a crowd while out shopping. Fiona regrets the argument they'd had prior to going out, and had made a bread pudding as an apology, which Claire never got to taste. As a result of her grief and loss, Fiona "has a thing" about little sisters, and situations in which a younger sibling is involved merit her particular and adamant attention. 
'''Morality Pet:'''
 
Funnily enough, despite her criminal past, Fiona's empathy and sense of morality is what generally keeps her teammates from stepping over the edge. Less so for Sam, but for Michael she's a big part of what keeps him from crossing the line, regardless of their personal situation. She knows this, and even when she doesn't want it to, it tends to draw her into situations repeatedly even after she's tried to remove herself from the situation. 
'''Protects the Innocent:'''
 
Fiona really, really, REALLY doesn't like it when the kinds of criminal and epsionage shenanigans she gets pulled into involve the innocent, especially children. One of the most frequent ways her team gets involved in solving problems is for Fiona to declare that the person or persons needs their help. However if children in particular are involved, the gloves are coming off.
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[[Category:Street Level-OOC]] [[Category:Birds of Prey]] [[Category:Retired]]

Cammy White

2020-11-12T01:12:14Z

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|NameOnMUSH=Cammy
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=823
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/NBdLYjo.jpg
|FullName=Cammy White
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=Other
|Chartype=TPC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=SHIELD agent
|Citizenship=English; American
|Residence=The Triskelion
|Education=Military training
|Groups=
|Quote=
|PAge=22
|AAge=22
|DOB=29 June 2005
|Height=155 cm (5'1")
|Weight=61 kg (134 lb)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Lauren Drain
|Song="Flicker (West Rework)" by Lorde
|Profile=A SHIELD agent with a dubious past. Rescued from a Hydra facility with no real memory of her past, Cammy is known for her fierce devotion to SHIELD and her duty... but still kept under watch for the implications of her unknown history.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Petite, and deadly. Cammy's all of 5'5", with fine boned features, large blue eyes, a petite nose and generous lips. A scar runs across one golden-tanned cheek to her jawline, left bare of make-up and not at all softened by the way her hair is bound back into a pair of 'boxers braids', starting high near her temples and left to fall all the way to her waist. Curvaceous and muscular, facts emphasized by the second skin closeness of the high cut leotard she wears in a dark, militaristic green, a black harness worn over the top to hold whatever weaponry load-out she might need on the day and the SHIELD logo stitched just above her left breast. The fatigues that cover her legs low cut enough to leave a blade of skin at her hips exposed and do little to hide her ample rear or the powerful muscles of her legs.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Much of Cammy's history is still shrouded in mysterious both to the young Brit and her agency. What is known for certain is that she was recovered from a Hydra facility in 2023. With no memory of how she got there, or why, no identified records of her time beforehand and no family discovered SHIELD first attempted to place her in a civilian position in London, only to have Hydra attempt to recapture her within a month. Concession was made to induct her as a SHIELD agent, in the end, due to her skills and Hydra's continued interest in her. But it was a concession made with several caveats; regular psychiatric evaluations and frequent inspections. Regular surveillance, all intended to insure that she's not some kind of sleeper agent for the other side. The unknown portion is that Cammy is, in fact, a clone of Hydra's M. Bison. Possessed of some measure of his psychokinetic energies and genetic enhancements. Intended originally as a vessel for his consciousness she had served among the cadre of specialized agents known as the Dolls.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Cammy is a powerful, forceful, and pertinacious young woman with a strong sense of justice. By and large she endeavors to be extremely polite, friendly, and respectful, in her dealings with others, but she is not a creature of infinite patience and trends to the verbally brutal and condescending with those she's out of patience or respect for. She refuses to go down without a fight, and will push past the point of reason where justice is on the line, frequently at a cost to herself. Cammy strives not to do more harm than is necessary to her opponents, but does not shy from employing deadly techniques when the occasion calls. She is also rather relentless and harsh on herself when she makes mistakes, her own worst critic by far. Extremely driven, molded by a rigid military discipline and spartan honor, she is a patriot not to any specific country, but to the cause of SHIELD.
|Abilities=
'''Danger Sense:'''
 
Cammy's passively tuned to the flow of life and chi in her surroundings that sometimes she gets a sense of impending danger in time to be able to react. This is not as fine-tuned as Spider-man's spidey sense, providing only the general sense of impending danger and, potentially, the direction, but not sufficient to allow her to avoid it on instinct alone. 
'''Psychokinesis:'''
 
Cammy possesses the ability to draw upon and focus chi to increase the power of her martial arts. Passively, this reinforces the strength of her martial arts and allows her to perform acrobatic feats with power that physics alone can't account for. Actively, this allows her to draw upon external chi and focus it in the form of crackling energy for superhuman feats of speed and strength, and create concussive 'projectiles'. The active range of her psychokinesis has been mystically shackled, limited to a couple of tons of force at its highest range, and extensive use of it will leave her weakened afterwards and does not prevent injuries.
|Skills=
'''Demolitionist:'''
 
Cammy would be hard pressed to tell someone at what point in her young life she learnt the creation, use, and maintenance of explosive devices, but it's undeniable that she has an engineer's eye for placement and an anarchists artistry for creation. 
'''Martial Arts:'''
 
Cammy is a consummate professional when it comes to Martial Arts. Although her personal style is frequently described as Special Forces unarmed combat techniques, she pits herself frequently against practitioners of other styles to help improve her own. 
'''Military Training:'''
 
Cammy has received extensive military training. She's proficient with the use and maintenance of explosives, firearms, and knives. She's been trained in field first aid, operation of motor vehicles in combat situations, and wilderness survival. She's also been trained as a spy and double agent, learning how to spot and conceal tells, to infiltrate, to manipulate others, and how to sneak. Some of her skills as a double agent are no longer terribly useful in the field, since she's been made known to Hydra and she has a distinctive scar on her face, but she keeps her practice in. 
'''Multilingual:'''
 
Cammy speaks and reads English, Dutch, French, German, and Russian. She's been professionally trained in regional accents and can often pass as a native speaker. 
'''Weapons Expert:'''
 
'War' is Cammy's life. Beyond martial arts or explosives, much of Cammy's spare time is devoted to expanding her knowledge of conventional weaponry. Few are the guns she cannot field strip and reconstruct when called upon, and she's an excellent shot.
|Resources=
'''Safe House:'''
 
Cammy has a cache of money and a small apartment to run to if her cover is ever blown or SHIELD is compromised. 
'''Shield:'''
 
Though only low-ranking, and under constant monitoring because of her partial amnesia, Cammy is capable of calling on vast resources of SHIELD to complete a mission.
|Weaknesses=
'''Amnesia:'''
 
Cammy's entire life before two years ago and her rescue from a Hydra facility are a complete unknown to Cammy. Situations may seem familiar, people and places may nag at her in the deja vu sense but she has no idea who she was before her rescue. This ignorance has been maintained by her handlers in the interest of her mental stability, as no-one can quite predict what may happen if her past as a Hydra assassin and her present as a SHIELD operative collide. 
'''Double Agent:'''
 
Although Cammy doesn't actively remember her time as part of the Dolls, there are those among the upper echelons of Hydra that are entirely aware of who she used to be. Some of those are also aware that she has switched sides and particularly want her dead as a result. Some of the upper echelons of SHIELD are also no doubt aware of her checkered history, part of why she's maintained under observation. The 'grunts' and even Cammy herself have been kept in the dark about the situation but within SHIELD it means her word is not always entirely trusted, and within Hydra she's a liability to be dealt with, or a rogue agent to be reclaimed for her inside knowledge of SHIELD operations. 
'''Human:'''
 
Though a gifted learner and mildly enhanced, Cammy's still human. She needs sleep, food, training, and to not be shot or stabbed.
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[[Category:Retired]]

Ryu

2020-11-12T01:09:45Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Ryu
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1597
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/tal94mf
|FullName=Ryu
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=Other
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=World Warrior/Hobo
|Citizenship=Japanese
|Residence=Wherever He Can Find a Place
|Education=Dojo Trained/No Formal Education
|Groups=[[Martial Arts-OOC]]
|Quote="The answer lies in the heart of battle."
|PAge=26
|AAge=26
|DOB=21 July 2001
|Height=175 cm (5'9")
|Weight=85 kg (187 lb)
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Jon Foo
|Song="POWER" by Kanye West
|Profile=At a young age, Ryu was an orphan and left with no memory of his parents. However, Gouken, who is an elderly man yet a muscular built man, found Ryu and raised him in which Gouken becomes Ryu's adoptive father. Throughout most of his life, Ryu lived at his Dojo and trained by Gouken. Ryu left the dojo at the age of 23 and has continually wandered across the globe always seeking to prove himself and always wanting to meet new people and fight them.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Standing at five foot nine, Ryu doesn't tend to stand out in the crowd, being on the short side for a male, with distinctly Asian features. Hair, the color of charcoal, covers his head in a slightly unkempt cut that keeps it above his ears and off the nape of his neck. Most of the time, this black hair has a red strap of cloth pulled through it and tied off in the back. Dark brown eyes have similar black brows, slightly bushy, above them. Ryu is gifted with a squared-off jaw, still quite firm enough to testify that he is under thirty, and dimples on either cheek that appear when he smiles. He is rather large of frame, and thickly muscular through the chest, shoulders, and thighs as a boxer might be. Strong arms and legs, yet an agility to their step, a deadly grace that infuses his every move. It also exhibits control, for not one move is made without intent, a mastery of body rarely matched. He carries himself with a slight hunch, shoulderblades pressed down, and spine erect, footfalls light and always on alert. A few scars that are visible, across his hands, fore arms and chest show he's seen battle. Ryu's most recognizable attire consists of a white karate gi with the sleeves torn off, it is slightly tattered from years of use, and the top is slightly open to show his chest muscles and bare tanned skin. A black belt around Ryu's waist has four kanji of the Furinkazan emblazoned upon the right end: wind, forest, fire and mountain. His hands are generally covered in red sparring gloves for when he fights, and his feet are almost always bare. He carries around a large, white duffel bag containing items important to his travels, such as clothing, plane tickets, passports, and local currency.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
As a very young child, Ryu was orphaned and left with no memories about his parents, and whether they were still alive. He was found and adopted by a man named Gouken who raised Ryu in his secluded dojo and trained Ryu in the ways of his martial arts. Shortly afterwards, Gouken would later train his best friend's spoiled son, Ken Masters. Ken served not only as a sparring partner, but also gave Ryu a friend in the form of a boy his own age. Ryu looked up to Gouken as a father figure, and regards Ken as his best friend and surrogate brother, a relationship which remains to this day. When Ryu turned 23 years old, Gouken believed that Ryu was ready to travel the world in order to test and hone his martial skills against the best fighters from around the world. With this, Ryu left Gouken's dojo, and headed to fight in the World Warrior tournament. Ryu is one of the participants of the World Warrior tournament. After defeating all challengers, Ryu's skills earn him the right to fight its host, Sagat. Sagat nearly beats Ryu into unconsciousness and, thinking he had won, drops his guard to help Ryu up. Ryu, however, allows himself to be engulfed by the Satsui no Hado and strikes Sagat with a nearly-fatal Metsu Shoryuken that not only knocks Sagat unconscious, but also marks his chest with a great scar. After regaining consciousness and discovering what had happened, Sagat swears vengeance on Ryu. While it wasn't revealed at the time, when Ryu scarred Sagat, some of his Hado passed to Sagat. Ryu leaves Sagat behind and returns to his home, only to find that Gouken, his master and adoptive father, has apparently been murdered. Learning that Akuma had fought and supposedly killed his master, Ryu began to travel the world to find this man. He encounters and fights Akuma on a secluded island known as Gokuentou, and wins; however, Akuma was only testing him, and senses that Ryu has the same powers as he does. He proceeds to tell Ryu about the Satsui no Hado - a power that consumes the practitioners of their shared fighting style, driving them to win even when it means killing the opponent. Akuma then uses his fist to smash the island, leaving Ryu stranded. It's been three years since he was saved from the island by a passing freighter, and Ryu is now travelling the world in the most humble of ways, earning his way across the world with meneial tasks and jobs to fund his frugal lifestyle and pay his way.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Ryu is a silent, meek, humble, submissive, self-deprecating, and respectful individual; which is often juxtaposed against the light-hearted, fiery persona of his childhood friend, Ken. He wanders the world with the desire for complete mastery of his martial art, and takes both his travels and training seriously. For Ryu, the training and the mastery that comes from the fight are all that he requires for satisfaction, declining the more material trappings of his various accomplishments as a warrior, simply moving on to his next challenge once he is victorious without delay, unless he is offered food or if he wants to converse with his friendly rivals. Though he does not actively seek the role of a hero, he possesses a strong sense of justice as well; protecting the innocent against the predations of bullies and tyrants is the one of the few things that Ryu will prioritize over a satisfying fight. Because of this "wandering warrior" persona and also being trained far away from modern-day culture, Ryu often appears detached to others. Despite this, he is a kind, authentic, good-hearted, and demonstrative warrior who readily helps those less fortunate than himself, is protective and gentle towards children, and on rare occasions, shows a sense of humor (albeit a bad one). He also respects others with skills equal to his own and holds them in high respect. To those who he is able to beat and is on friendly terms with, he compliments or encourages them to continue training and get stronger, sometimes offering help first hand. Ryu has a voracious appetite and would intake large amounts of food if the opportunity presented itself. There is, however, a dark side to Ryu: His drive to improve himself, no matter the difficulty, risks developing into a drive to win and to be the best at any cost. This darker drive is fed by (and in turn feeds) the Satsui no Hado within his soul, an influence which Ryu must constantly fight to suppress from killing.
|Abilities=
'''Chi Manipulation:'''
 
Having learned to control the natural Chi that flows with and around him, Ryu can boost his attacks and his power level expotently. He can focus his attacks to knock someone through a wall, or to defend himself, or to power through a situation that most normal humans would find impossible. However, the most focused use of this power is in his various special attacks. The first of these is his Hadoken, which is literally an energy projectile created from his willpower. Those hit with this power will find it a powerful enough force to knock them off their feet, and he can hit targets up to seventy-five feet away with it. The second of these is the Shoryuken. Instead of throwing his willpower, he focuses his will power directly into a rising uppercut that can strike an opponent multiple times. This punch is powerful enough to rip a door off of it's hinges, stop a car that is moving forward, and knock back a target several feet. The last of these is Tatsumaki Senpukyaku, or helicopter kick. This is the weakest of his chi attacks, and can knock a man backwards, but usually only hits once, due to his lack of experience in using it. 
'''Elemental Control:'''
 
Along with his Chi manipulation, Ryu is able to manipulate to a minor degree, fire and electricity. This this ability, he's able to add their powers to his Hadoken and Shoryuken to provide a more powerful attack, setting small articles of clothing of fire and burning flesh with the effect of a second-degree burn. 
'''Enhanced Form:'''
 
Through his years of training and education in the martial arts, Ryu has learned to be more than just a warrior. He's put himself in prime physical and mental condition. With his training in manipulating his chi, Ryu's built up a durability that he can take a severe beating and continue to get up and come back for another round. He's also quick and agile. While he may not be able to dodge automatic fire, if someone is aiming at him, he may be able to predict the location that the bullet is going to be first and reflexively dodge from it. He can also quickly move in a burst of speed up to 100 meters at nearly 40 miles per hour. He rarely tires when running, able to go over an hour without feeling fatigue. His strength is also modified. He can heft a boulder that weighs a ton with effort and move it several feet. His punches, when enhanced, can dent steel, destroy cinder blocks, and knock someone through a wall. 
'''Satsui No Hado:'''
 
Ryu's power comes with a major drawback however. If he finds himself in a situation where he feels his life is threatened, Ryu can slip into a different form of his enhanced abilities known as Satsui no Hado (or just Evil Ryu). This form incorporates and doubles his skills and abilities, at the cost of his humanity. In this form, he glows red and takes on a darker aura, his skin turning colors as well as his hair and his body encased in a chi flame. In this form, he's ruthless and capable of killing, and cannot be stopped unless defeated in battle, which is no easy task.
|Skills=
'''Athletics:'''
 
Ryu is in peak human athletic condition. Between his training since youth and refusing to become comfortable in his humble existance, he's always weight training and practicing his skills. He can lift 400 lbs without using any of his Ki, and can easily do feats of parkour and climbing. He's an accomplished swimmer and can hold his breath for upwards of three minutes. 
'''Jack of Many Trades:'''
 
As Ryu earns his way across the world and his travels, he's learned several valuable skills. He's been a dishwasher, a deckhand, a lumberjack. He's worked most menial jobs to earn his way. He's a wanderer at heart, though, and no job ever keeps for long, so he is always on the move. But he knows a little about a lot! 
'''Languages:'''
 
Besides Japanese, Ryu can speak English as well. Though sometimes he trips over the words. 
'''Martial Arts:'''
 
Ryu is a disciple of Ansatsuken-Kikouhou (A non-lethal version of the killing first style). Through his training and dedication to becoming a "True Martial Artist" he has over-come and shunned Ansatsuken-Satsui-no-Hadou (the murderous version of his style) and has incorporated many techniques of other styles into his own in an effort to continue his path of becoming a "True Martial Artist".
|Resources=
'''Hobo:'''
 
Ryu only carries a small amount of local currency and very little in the way of personal belongings. He lives a very humble lifestyle due to his teachings and training and spends most of his time earning (and learning) his way. But he's very good at hitch-hiking and catching rides as he needs them! 
'''Multipass:'''
 
Ryu has a multipass to use on the Zeta tubes for unlimited travel. A gift from his sensei before he started his travels, it's one of the things he uses sparingly to get around. Most of the time he would rather experience life or 'rough it'.
|Weaknesses=
'''Lack of True Control:'''
 
While Ryu has access to an incredible source of power, he has yet to actually display true control over the Satsui no Hado. This is why as Evil Ryu, he becomes a ruthless berserker with no rational thought save for killing, regardless of what level of power he is using. He is constantly struggling to better himself and learn to control his inner demons, but it is a powerful pull to embrace the killing instinct. 
'''Spotty Win-Loss Record:'''
 
Ryu hasn't always been the best. He's still not the best. He has his off-days. He can be defeated in combat. In friendly combat, this usually ends with a respect for someone's prowess and a promise for a rematch when he's had more time to train. In more dangerous situations, this may draw towards his vendetta and feeds into the Satsui no Hado form. 
'''Vow of Poverty:'''
 
As a Buddhist, Ryu has little value in material things. He travels with only what he needs, he doesn't collect wealth. He would turn down any endorsement offers made to him. His goal is to train and become better, and material value would only get in his way. He keeps no home, he sleeps where he can find a place, and he makes due with what the world provides. 
'''Wanderer:'''
 
Ryu has a wanderer's heart. He'll never stay in one place for long. If he's healing, he may stay longer, but it's usually for a few days and then Ryu's on the move again. It's not for a desire to stay - but the desire of learning, of experiencing overrides that want for secuity - and he feels safer when he's on the move.
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[[Category:Martial Arts-OOC]] [[Category:Retired]]

Soundwave

2020-11-11T17:37:06Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Soundwave
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8316
|Img=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3d/e9/ba/3de9ba9ebb34d66840dd45f6cfc41e1e.jpg
|FullName=Soundwave
|Gender=Male
|Species=Cybertronian
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=Spy
|Citizenship=Cybertronian
|Residence=Decepticon Imperial Headquarters, Kaon (The Badlands, Cybertron)
|Education=Jhiaxian Academy of Advanced Technology
|Groups=[[Decepticons]], [[Cybertron-OOC]], [[Space-OOC]]
|Quote="Cries and screams are music to my ears."
|DOB=12 February
|Height=544 cm
|Weight=1,885 kg
|Hair=None
|Eyes=Red
|Actor=Frank Welker (Voice)
|Song="Every Breath You Take" By The Police
|Profile=Behind his impassive expression, Soundwave is as cold and ruthless as they come. He cares nothing for right or wrong, for the advancement of a cause, or for the welfare of his fellow Decepticons. All he cares about is information, and he acquires it any way he can. He spies on everyone, from the lowliest Autobot scout, up to Megatron himself. He hoards information the way a miser hoards gold, sharing it sparingly, if at all. No one knows what the true purpose behind his obsessive data collection is, but all fear him for the secrets he keeps.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=Standing at almost 18 feet tall, the humanoid mechanical organism Soundwave strikes an imposing figure, colored mainly in blues and silvers, with red and purple highlights, his face is an impassive blank plate, with a crimson red visor, broad shoulders leading to blocky arms, his chest is wide with a seam running down the center the bright purple insignia of the Decepticons emblazoned on the silver breastplate. His legs continue the blocky design of the robot.
|History=Soundwave was forged in the days of Functionalist Cybertron. Growing up on the streets of Cybertron Soundwave found himself an outcast, and a freak of nature. Gifted with telepathic capabilities, and extremely powerful hearing that only grew more powerful as he aged. Unable to function properly due to the sensory overload Soundwave found himself homeless a barely-coherent derelict driven to the brink of insanity by his uncontrolled powers, which bombarded him with the thoughts and emotions of all around him.
 
It was in this state that Ravage, Buzzsaw, and Laserbeak found him. Ravage, smelling some decency within him elected to share with Soundwave the secrets of control he had learned years earlier mastering his own enhanced sense of smell teaching the young Cybertronian how to focus. Some time later Soundwave was sent to the Jhiaxian Academy of Advanced Technology to further control his abilities and hone his outlier skills. Upon graduation, he was sent to oversee a mine, taking his three robot friends with him, living there til the mine was closed down and automated, returning to Cybertron destitute and back to the streets.
 
While on the streets Senator Ratbat made an offer of employment, the Senator seeing a political use for Soundwave's telepathy. While disgusted by the senators Functionalist attitude towards his friends, he accepted the job, for the position, and opportunities it afforded him.
 
It was while working for the Senator that news of underground gladiatorial fights came to light, and Soundwave was sent to meet with the champion. Megatron of Tarn. It was during this fateful meeting, that his life would forever be changed. Impressing Megatron during the meeting with how Soundwave treated his Recordicon partners, the champion invited Soundwave to read his mind. There Soundwave found Megatrons ultimate goal. Equality among all Cybertronians, it was then and there Soundwaves ultimate goal in life was found, the true focus of his purpose. Pledging himself to Megatron soundwave has been the Decpticons communications officer, and spymaster ever since. Fighting alongside Megatron as the centuries have passed.
|Personality=Cold, calculating, emotionless, this is what Soundwave comes off to be to others, millennium of tight self control due to his powers giving him this façade. Underneath it all though, Soundwave is an idealist, believing in the equality of all Cybertronians, and in the grand vision of Megatron. Loyal to a fault to those he deems friends.
|Abilities='''ALT FORM'''
 
Soundwave is also capable of turning into various types of media player, (Boom Box, iPad, Smartphone, Laptop) Something small innocuous that's easily carried by his Holomatter avatar.
 
'''DATA-LINK'''
 
Soundwave is capable of interfacing with almost any computer network, wirelessly, or by producing cables that can plug into a computer directly allowing him to bypass most security measures. Even military grade encryption can be broken by the spymaster if given enough time.
 
'''FLIGHT'''
 
In all of his forms Soundwave is capable of flying. This flight is via reaction less methods leaving no sort of exhaust, and can be sustained long enough to take him into orbit of a planet if needed. In the gravity and atmosphere of a planet this tops out at around 250mph in space this thrust can help him reach about 20,000mph when not having to deal with the gravity well of a planet or atmospheric drag.
 
'''HOLOMATTER'''
 
As a spy, and spymaster Soundwave has put much thought, time and effort in his Holomatter generator. It is both capable of projecting a humanoid appearance of his choosing, but can also be used to modify the color/texture of his alternate modes allowing him to mimic the coloring of a popular tablet PC. The maximum range Soundwave can transmit his holomatter avatar is roughly 100 meters though at that distance it can be a strain.
 
'''MASS DISPLACEMENT'''
 
Like other Cybertronians, Soundwave is capable of mass displacement. When he transforms from one form to another. Usually this allows him to shrink down to the size of an innocuous portable media player of some sort. (Boombox, Tablet Computer, Smart phone) It is possible for limited mass displacement without transformation, but it uses a large amount of energy and is quite uncomfortable.
 
'''ROBOT FORM'''
 
In his robot form Soundwave stands a little under 17 feet in height, broad and blocky in build, he is super strong, incredibly durable, and can move faster than one would expect from a robot of his size and bulk. In this form he is capable of lifting upwards of 70 tons.
 
'''SHOULDER CANNON'''
 
Mounted on Soundwaves right shoulder is his most powerful weapon, a multi-purpose cannon, generally used to emit super powerful Soundwaves that can cause incredible damage to organic, and inorganic matter, it can also be used to disorient organic and Cybertronian life, causing vertigo. Soundwave is also capable of firing dense blasts of energy from the cannon as strong and damaging as a Battleships naval guns.
 
'''SUPER-HEARING'''
 
Soundwave has a highly evolved sense of hearing, capable of hearing the sound of a needle tinking against glass in a hurricane. In the past this has been quite the hindrance, until he was trained to be able to focus his sense of hearing by his friend Ravage.
 
'''TELEPATHY'''
 
Soundwave is an extremely powerful telepath, capable of reading both the minds of sapient/sentient robotic life, as well as organic. With boosting equipment he has been able to project telepathic nightmares across the globe of Cybertron. He is unable to modify memories with this power, nor control the minds of others. Soundwave only gets the surface thoughts of beings within 50 meters of him, and is only capable of deep scans by physically touching the person he is trying to read. The only exception to this is his Recordicons, the mental bond with them is much deeper allowing him to be able to communicate with them across vast global distances and his automotons that he can remotely control using them as remote control avatars of himself.
 
This is a consent based power, requiring consent of the target being red.
|Skills='''COMBAT'''
 
The great war of the Cybertronians has been going on for millennium, and while he may not be as great a combatant as Megatron, or other martial minded Decepticons he's no slouch in a fight.
 
'''EDUCATION'''
 
Soundwave has a formal education, having graduated at the top of his class at the Jhiaxian Academy of Advanced Technology. He is capable of modifying Cybertronian body parts, as well as other lesser technologies for his own ends, or upon the orders of Megatron.
 
'''HACKING'''
 
Soundwave is a master hacker, if given enough time coupled with his data-link powers to be able to bypass all but the most heavily encrypted data and computer systems.
 
'''INFILTRATION'''
 
Soundwave is a master spy, capable of infiltrating into most places by assuming the form of innocuous everyday items used by the beings that he is observing.
|Resources='''AUTOMOTONS'''
 
Using his training from the Jhiaxian Academy of Advanced Technology Soundwave has created several drones, no bigger than a cube-satn, they are programmed with limited AI functionality, Flight, and the capability of rapidly deploying from orbit to the surface of a planet. Generally outfitted with a holomatter generator to disguise themselves in space, they can be used for orbital surveillance, and many also hold pieces of gear obtained by Soundwave and other useful technologies he has developed.
 
'''DECEPTICONS'''
 
A dual edged sword at best, Soundwave has access to the Decepticons, and their varied abilities, coupled with the secrets he has learned during the war it generally means he can coerce cooperation if he can't gain it willingly.
 
'''RANK'''
 
Soundwave is one of Megatrons lieutenants and one of his most trusted allies. As such it gives the Decepticon a wide abundance of means to his and the Decepticon means.
 
'''RECORDICONS'''
 
Buzzsaw: is one of Soundwaves scouts, and longest friends and allies. Capable of flying at high speed and pulling off precision maneuvers. Highly intelligent and armed, he is one of the best spys in Soundwaves network.
 
Frenzy: A small humanoid Recordicon, Frenzy isn't about causes, or ideals. He is in this all for violence, fear, destruction and mayhem. Living for a fight, and lusting to destroy, he's the first one in on a battlefield and the last one out if capable, capable of creating sonic disruptions from his torso that disrupts the flow of electrons.
 
Laserbeak: Another flying scout of Soundwaves, Laserbeak prefers to avoid the frontlines prefering to lurk in unseen corners and inconspicuous places, gathering information he can relay back to Soundwave.
 
Overkill: A dinosaur shaped Recordicon, Overkill is simple minded, reveling in excess. Sometimes this helps such as when his endless tirades and theatrics distract his foes in combat, but other times can work against him, causing him to look silly or foolish swinging and blasting at a fallen foe long after the fight has ended.
 
Ratbat: A bat shaped Recordicon, Ratbat was at one time a Senator on Functionalist Cybertron, a benefactor for Soundwave, until the revolution came. Greedy, and looking out for only himself, Ratbat carries sensors that allow him to detect and evaluate the quality of fuels of various types, and can process many different fuels to power himself, (From hydrocarbons, to energon)
 
Ravage: A feline/canine Recordicon, and somewhat of a Mentor to Soundwave, Ravage has a super powerful sense of smell, efficient and deadly, his only weakness is bright light which can temporarily blind him.
 
Rumble: Your basic street punk, Rumble is a humanoid Recordicon, not the most subtle of Soundwaves spies, but what he lacks in discretion he makes up for in sheer violence and gumption.
 
'''SECRETS'''
 
Secrets and information are the currency that Soundwave lives by. Over the centuries he has learned a lot, squirreling away those secrets and hidden knowledge to be used when the best opportunity alerts itself.
|Weaknesses='''AUTOBOTS'''
 
Autobots was a derogatory term used to mean automatic robots, individuals that had no wherewithal and no chance at self determination. After the Decepticon movement began, Optimus confronted the senate and declared himself to be one, redeeming the derogatory term and taking it on himself to create this group as what we know today as Autobots. Little did he know he'd be creating a faction to directly oppose the efforts of the Decepticons. Today they are a united front presented against the tyranny of the Decepticon way.
 
'''ENERGON DEPENDENCY'''
 
To function, Soundwave needs to absorb energy. The energy can be from a wide range of sources, but ideally Energon. He must imbibe regularly or his abilities will deteriorate and his defenses lower. If his energy stores drop too low, he'll revert to stasis lock to maintain life functions but nothing else.
 
'''GUILT'''
 
When Soundwave first joined Megatron he was hopeful, for a Cybertron where all were equal in each others eyes. He doesn't fully share the Decpticon outlook on organics, and this can show itself in his actions on rare occasions. It's too late though for him if he's honest with himself. He is loyal to Megatron, and as such, the means will justify the ends.
 
Won't it?
 
'''LOYALTY'''
 
Soundwave is unquestionably loyal to Megatron. Not the Decepticons, not Cybertron, but Megatron and his vision for their home planet. This can blind him to the ultimate consequences of his actions, and in hindsight can feed into his guilt.
 
'''MAGNETIC'''
 
Though the actual Sentio Metallico (body/skin) of a Cybertronian is non-ferrous, much of their gear and weaponry are made of lesser materials and so are easily manipulated by magnetic powers or devices.
 
'''RECORDICONS'''
 
Soundwave doesn't look down on his diminutive robotic friends, considering them partners, if not out right family. This could be an Achilles heel if figured out by others.
}}
[[Category:Decepticons]][[Category:Cybertron-OOC]][[Category:Space-OOC]] [[Category: Retired]]

Kup

2020-11-11T17:36:31Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Kup
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1808
|Img=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/82/3e/b0823ee7a8c1c5e704a635daec93eb34.jpg
|FullName=Kup of Tesarus
|Gender=Male
|Species=Cybertronian
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=Warrior
|Citizenship=Autobot Commonwealth
|Residence=Tesarus (Koriolis Desert, Cybertron)
|Education=Cybertronian Military Academy
|Groups=[[Autobots]], [[Cybertron-OOC]], [[Space-OOC]]
|Quote="Experience, lad. You should learn to appreciate it."
|DOB=11 January
|Height=460 cm
|Weight=902 kg
|Hair=None
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Lionel Stander (Voice)
|Song="Hurt" by Johnny Cash
|Profile=Kup is an old veteran warhorse with an endless array of war stories. Even before the war he was a career military 'bot, dedicated to defending Cybertron against all threats. He has a word of advice for any situation and he's as brave and loyal as they come. In bipedal mode, he carries an old-style musket laser that shoots short bursts of metal corrosive hydrochloric acid. Kup sees himself as a seasoned campaigner with more knowledge and experience to share. His fellow Autobots aren't always receptive to his advice. In Cybertronian pickup truck mode, he has a top speed of 160 kph.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=Kup is a light blue transformer with slightly bulbous joints but is a lot smoother than most of his kinds with few oddly dangling fiddlybits. He has strong thick legs and a belt buckle that is gold in color. His face shows wisdom and there is a distinct sense of age about him despite the lack of lines on his highly animate face. It is obvious from looking at him that he is a full cybernetic orgasm, not just a 'robot.' He is alive and every molecule about him screams of a life well lived.
|History=Kup has been there, done that. He was there, at the beginning when they learned to assume disguises to survive. He was there when the war started and has fought every bloody inch of it. For a long time, he had a pathological hatred of the Decepticons simply because of their selfish and evil nature but over time gave that up. In the eons that have made up his life, he has been a tinker, tailor, soldier, spy, driver, and general; but he has spent the most time as a soldier. He has never held the matrix, but frankly could have if he wanted to. He knew the responsibility involved and has chosen to be another kind of matrix; a living memory for his people. He is, at a certain level, amazed to be alive and as such takes advantage of every minute of every day and tries to help others do the same. Of late he has done the chief duty his people needed which was find friends, find energy, find secrets that they can use to defend themselves.
|Personality=Kup is a decent soul who wants to help the world; particularly his kind. He comes across as a curmudgeon but truly enjoys the company of others. He is kind, gregarious and wiser than he seems but fully aware that he is not taken seriously though he only complains about it occasionally. He is also a soldier, and an old soldier at that but rather than fade away he just keeps on keeping on; because his duty to his people never ends.
|Abilities='''BIG'''
 
While relatively aged for a Transformer, he is still able to lift 15 tons and withstand small arms fire with effective immunity from most humanoid sized weaponry.
 
'''COMPATIBLE'''
 
Kup is first generation Autobot, and as such variant Transformers technologies work for him. If it is something old, ancient, weird or unusual technologically; especially if it is Cybertronian in origin, Kup is going to be able to use it and to understand it.
 
'''CYBERTRONIAN'''
 
He is a living robot. As such, he is able to withstand a fair amount of vacuum, effectively immortal (though he does require some downtime) and sophisticate enough that some things that affect organics can still affect him. He is also able to transform, in his case into a pickup truck which can carry about 5-6 tons and go about 200 miles per hour. He is also able to convert most forms of energy into 'energon cubes' which let him ...well...eat. These can also convert potential energy like oil into cubes for storage as well. He also has a suite of basic sensors such as electronmagnetic, gravitic, thermal and other items that make him very situationally aware. Finally his "AI immune system" is enough to easily overwhelm computers of a lesser variety that try to 'hack' him or monitor his systems.
 
'''HOLD OUT LASERS'''
 
He two potent blasters concealed on his person and has had a few other things added over time for various missions that sometimes he even forgets about. He has been around so long that from time to time a piece of odd technology that wouldn't even exist in the average Cybertronian.
|Skills='''COMPUTERS'''
 
His specialty is in Mnemonics and Data Compression, making his own internal algorithms hold more and more data to retain all of the things he has learned. But he can get more bang for its buck out of most computers, find lost or hidden data or know ancient code or secret ways to bypass walls or wards that others might have forgotten. The older the computer, or the more primitive its technology, the more he will know how to make it do whatever he wants it to do. He isn't 'bleeding edge' in the most advanced Cybertronian computers though.
 
'''DRIVER'''
 
If it moves, floats or flies, Kup can pilot it. Aside from the personal perspective of you know....being a vehicle, his experience has helped him learn to be an exceptional drive. He is not THE BEST, nor would he ever be, but he is easily what you might call 'third tier'...better than most, and only exceeded by the best or their closer rivals.
 
'''ENERGY'''
 
Given the near constant focus of the entirety of the Cybertronian economy and tech on finding new and varied sources of energy; Kup has become something of an expert on the subject. He knows how to find it, store it, produce it, transfer it and distribute it efficiently. Pound for pound, his Energon cubes have about 50 percent more kick to them than most of his kind can produce. He knows multiple power generation technologies, which minerals and combinations of minerals can produce it and he knows instinctively how to increase the energy output of most anything that makes it from a windmill to an internal combustion engine.
 
'''FIGHTING'''
 
Kup is good at killing things. He has been a soldier longer than some species have even existed much less the entirety of their civilization. He understands hand to hand combat, weapons of most kinds including hand to hand, artillery, vehicular, and starship. He is a warriors warrior and while he is not 'elite' at the cutting edge of any one particular thing he is 2nd tier in everything, including weapons you didn't even know existed.
 
'''GALACTIC LORE'''
 
Kup knows things older and elder scholars have long forgotten about the universe. If he doesn't know the answer, he knows far better than most where to find the clues. He doesn't seem it, given his crusty demeanor, but he is a scholar of history and secrets. It also means, he knows when to keep his mouth shut and keep secrets that were not meant to be known out of the hands of others.
 
'''LOGISTICS'''
 
There is a reason he is a truck; because one of his first jobs for the common wealth involved transporting supplies for the commonwealth. He has an intuitive understanding of what supplies are going to be needed to make a job happen, where they need to be and how to get them there. He is also able to track vast amounts of data with regards to this and it also lets him know how to track enemy activity based on sideways indicators that most people might not think to look for.
 
'''POLYGLOT'''
 
Kup has been to most every part of the galaxy and understands cultures, languages and things you wouldn't believe. He speaks every major language of every interstellar faction; fluently and understands the cultural subtext of each. Minor but up coming powers, like Earth are bit more of a mystery to him, but if they have been space faring for at least a 100 years, he knows all about them and keeps tabs of their current events, history and how to blend in. He also understands etiquette, manners and who is who. Granted, he might not care about it, but he CAN be quite polite if he wants to be.
 
'''SCOUTING'''
 
In peacetime, he has become an accomplished surveyor and user of scanning and science equipment to get a detailed analysis of things. In wartime, he has mastered the ability to get a detailed sensory awareness of what the enemy is doing and what the repercussions are of actions that might be taken.
 
'''SECURITY'''
 
Kup is a master at setting up a secure perimeter. If he is on the job and actively paying attention, your odds of sneaking in to a facility are virtually nil, especially if he has had a chance to prepare. Conversely, that also means he knows weak spots in security, how to bypass most locks, traps and doors and how to simply socially engineer his way in to a situation that might allow someone of his appearance to get into a place that they might not belong.
 
'''STEALTH'''
 
For someone as big as he is, he can be quite good at keeping out of sight. He knows how to move without being seen though this can take a lot of time. He knows how to hide others or how to conceal one thing to look like something else. He extends the natural transformer ability to disguise things and makes it an art.
 
'''STRATEGY'''
 
Kup has been a general; and knows how to set broad scale strategy. He can get a team to work on a directive that is not just going to win the battle, but winning the war. He knows how to affect change, since to him its just one other thing he's seen before.
 
'''STREETWISE'''
 
Kup has been around the block enough to know a lot of skulldugerous things, and specifically knows how to find the underworld on any given world. He has been a criminal (when in resistance) or a law enforcement officer, so he knows the ins and outs of crime, smuggling and even forgery. He is no master artist, but he can swap transponders or get something into or out of where it needs to be.
 
'''TACTICS'''
 
This is one of the areas where Kup truly shines. When people listen to him, he can assess their capabilities, assess the terrain and know exactly how to get them to work together to fight in a way that is VASTLY greater than the sum of their parts. He has been there, done that, and been in so many battles that he can calculate a way to win if people will do what they are supposed to do.
 
'''TECHNOLOGY'''
 
Kup is exceptional at putting together jury rigged systems; his own understanding of such things that others haven't and what might seem like 'new' technology to others is often old hat to him. He especially understands Cybertronian technology and all the weird variants that it has taken over the eons. He knows of advanced military projects, research secrets, and the like. He knows how to modify Cybertronians and repair them, including how to repair his fellow bots.
 
'''TRANSFORMING'''
 
It seems logical for a Transformer to know transforming, right? But Kup knows how to get his form to look like a local vehicle when he wants or partially transform. Technically speaking, he knows how to adjust his transformation into another form but he doesn't ever want to. But if it involves a trick of transforming in a way that is off the wall or unique, Kup is going to know how to do it.
 
'''WIDSOM'''
 
This is a skill unto itself. Kup has the wisdom of age and experience and it goes beyond his natural skill at Strategy and Tactics. Kup is wise to a fault and if he actually thinks on what the 'right' thing to do is in a situation he is right 99 times out of a 100. He is no Yoda though and his own personal faults often prevent him from always applying this wisdom but when asked, or when the chips are down, age and experience makes him a tremendous asset in any situation.
|Resources='''AUTOBOTS'''
 
As an Autobot, he is able to get aid from other Autobots in the commonwealth. He is a decorated veteran and of fairly high rank; having served in most areas and services at this point. The fact of the matter is he is more than just a veteran but THE veteran, quite possibly the oldest remaining Autobot and as such commands respect, favors and knowledge that make him listened to in ways that others may not.
 
'''CONTACTS'''
 
Kup has contacts and favors everywhere. He has been everywhere and DONE everything in service of his country and as such he has grown to know many people throughout the galaxy especially among the longer lived and more peaceful or benevolent races. Broadly speaking, this alone does not fight the prejudice that his kind have at the galaxy at large but it means that there are many among individuals that are willing to look past their prejudices and remember the time Kup helped them out or got them what they needed that will get him an ear.
 
'''MEME'''
 
What do you do when your main cover in a hostile galaxy is disguising yourself as an alien hover truck? Spread the wealth. Over thousands and thousands of years, Kup's design as a basic transport has been slowly copied as a basic design to the point that it is widespread and often a symbol of wholesome and traditional times; the family farm, the years of old, the way things used to be. It might look weird and out of place on Earth, but around the galaxy, Kup's form is PERFECT cover.
 
'''RUST BUCKET'''
 
Kup has a very, very, very old ship, even older than he is called the Rust Bucket that has been comprised of so many different materials it is bordering on Junkicon in origin. It works, and it is actually very, very solid engineering. It is not the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy; but it is the most reliable. Every system in the ship has been custom designed to have four or five different backup systems as well as self repair functions. These days, Kup is an ad-hoc representative of the common wealth, an ambassador at large (no one cares), and supporting his people where ever he can, how he can. He helps others as well, so there are rooms for things he will never use like a medical bay or hydroponics but about fifty percent of the ship is cargo. It has defenses like it has systems so it IS milspec despite its appearance since most of the tech in it is so old it would deceive a lot of scanners but it has weapons, armor, shields etc.
|Weaknesses='''CYBERTRONIAN'''
 
He can be hacked (but it will take more than a Mac and Script Kiddie software), EMP'd and cyberempathically controlled in ways that normal people can't. He is also made out of metal so magnetically inclined beings can move him around as can regular electro magnets.
 
'''DISRESPECT'''
 
It's sad to say it but while the commonwealth is a resource, and he is greatly respected, on a personal level many Autobots try to not spend too much time around him since he will talk their ear off with advice, stories and history that no one knows what to do with. They like him, they just don't always want to get close to him on a personal level and that makes Kup exceptionally close to the ones that do actually appreciate his wisdom.
 
'''DYING RACE'''
 
The Autobots are an ancient and powerful but dying race. Their war has cost a lot to a lot of people and as such it has made them enemies but it has also earned some respect. Still, as it is, it affects everything that Kup does and means sometimes he has to make long term choices to protect his people that he otherwise might not.
 
'''HIDEBOUND'''
 
Kup is hidebound. He is very stuck in his ways and while his tremendous experience and wisdom help him out when things are TOTALLY new or chaotic it takes him some time to adjust to the new scenario and he won't like it for even longer than that.
 
'''MAGIC'''
 
He is more vulnerable to magic than most. The hard reality of Cybertronians as well as his own static view point make him a sucker for the chaotic and reality bending nature of magic unless it depends on belief alone in which case it wouldn't work so well on him.
 
'''OLD'''
 
Kup is old, which for a being that is effectively immortal shouldn't mean much but it does. It makes him a little harder to repair, a little easier to break down in some situations and a little bit less physically capable of a fresh new Autobot of his size. It also means that virtually every piece of him has been replaced nine times over except that one diode a few million years ago that occasionally sends shockwaves of pain up his back if he sits JUST the right away.
 
'''SENTIMENTAL'''
 
As those he has known die or go missing, he has a tendency to form deep and long lasting relationships. He tries to keep those around him from dying, and will trade himself in a heartbeat. This goes beyond the standard 'selfless' that a hero might have and in fact is almost reckless in its tendency to govern his behavior.
 
'''STAY A WHILE AND LISTEN'''
 
The way he has done his advanced mnemonics means that he almost compulsively has to tell stories to keep his data caches clean. It isn't just a matter of him trying to get attention or relate to an ever changing present (it is) but it also helps him REMEMBER all of the vital and important things he knows his people might need to know.
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[[Category:Autobots]][[Category:Cybertron-OOC]][[Category:Space-OOC]][[Category: Retired]]

Reflector

2020-11-11T17:35:58Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Reflector
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8005
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/n6ivSiF.jpg
|FullName=Reflector
|Gender=Male
|Species=Cybertronian
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=Reconnaissance
|Citizenship=Decepticon Empire
|Residence=Kaon (The Badlands, Cybertron)
|Education=Primary Programming
|Groups=[[Decepticons]], [[Cybertron-OOC]], [[Space-OOC]]
|Quote="See and you can know, know and you can destroy."
|DOB=2 April
|Height=411 cm
|Weight=845 kg
|Hair=None
|Eyes=Red
|Actor=Chris Latta (Voice)
|Song="Photograph" by Def Leppard
|Profile=Reflector loves to observe things: vegetation, architecture, topography, and particularly, his comrades' mistakes. His ability to find fault in others is unmatched, even among the Decepticons. Reflector waits for someone - friends, foes, and otherwise - to make a mistake, and then takes advantage any way he can. He's particularly fond of blackmailing fellow Decepticons when he notices them shirking their duty, or making some other error that would require punishment from their supervisors. He has highly-developed infra-red vision that can record images in darkness, through camouflage, and at great distances. In spectral camera mode, he can generate flash explosions which disorient and temporarily blind opponents.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=Reflector has a fairly unobtrusive robot appearance, good for someone that enjoys lurking in the background and recording all the ways others around him suffer. He is primarily Decepticon purple in color, with grey for his arms, upper legs, and back structures that poke over his shoulders a bit. His head is a grey face with purple helmet, and optics that glow in a gleefully malevolent red. The only real break from that color scheme is his chest, which features an inverted trapezoid shape that is a contrasting green color.
 
The more unusual aspect of note is that this describes not one robot, but three that are always not far from each other. Like the cybertronic equivalent to triplets, each standing just under 15 feet in height. They are identical in that regard, other than the one that appears to be the lead of the trio has what resembles a closed camera lens in his midsection.
 
Their alternate mode is a purple and green camera with telephoto lens extension. Yes, their. The three robots combine to make one device, that can size itself for use by Cybertronian or other smaller races. Smile for the camera, and kiss your secrets goodbye.
|History=Reflector is one of those guys no one is really sure precisely where he was sparked from, and he prefers it that way. The less enemies and even allies know about him, the better. It makes it easier for him to broker information and use it against anyone else he can, and use his exceptional infrared vision to see details others would not. Especially when most are distracted by the 'three robots in one' aspect to pay attention to the real Reflector. Very few Cybertronians realized two of those robots are just doppelgangers made to act slightly different as part of the deception, those that did learn are either his superiors, or victims to worried what he might know to ruin the ruse. The doppelgangers and his overall nondescript form made it easy for Reflector to just blend into crowds, or conceal his small alternate mode, and watch. Learn. Find how to ruin another's life, and either report it to his superiors, or use it to his own gain.
 
His skills at reconnaissance and being able to pick apart the habits and psyche of his victims to find their weaknesses is why Megatron chose Reflector to be one (three? Does Megatron know? Maybe, but also knows how useful the trick makes him/them perhaps.) of the Nemesis crew. He and Soundwave would be instrumental in profiling whatever worlds the Decepticons would eventually set out to conquer... Except for the fracas with the Ark happened, and like everyone else upon the ships Reflector ended up in stasis for an inconceivable amount of time. When the Decepticons are finally reawakened on Earth, his spectral camera alt-mode is reformatted to resemble a professional photographer's camera. At least on the outside. It's perfectly inconspicuous, and the way the doppelgangers appear or recall when he transforms, if it's even seen makes it appear as they are three in one form.
 
Reflector's entire existence is a deception of some kind, more so than the average Decepticon. And he, and they, have learned to use that very effectively.
|Personality=Misdirection. Manipulation. Reflector puts the 'deception' in Decepticon more so than most of his would-be allies. His entire presence is a trick to mislead foes and even his own comrades, using his ability to produce two doppelgangers of himself to perpetuate the idea that he is three synchronized robots. Reflector even makes his body doubles act slightly different at times to give credit to the ruse. One will often act a little more dense than the other two, and the other is more likely to have a bit of attitude and voice less favorable opinions to keep aggravation directed away from the true 'core' Reflector. Three pairs of optics also means Reflector can watch more, cover greater ground, and compile what he learns through them together. His doppelgangers can't stray too far apart, but it's enough to dissuade the notion they -have- to be together directly. The doubles rejoin him when he transforms into a camera, and appear as he transforms back into robot mode, furthering the illusion that he is robotic triplets. It's an elaborate ruse, meant to keep enemies and allies alike guessing. Is that the robot that saw them do something they shouldn't? Or the other one? In a fight which one do you shoot at? Just more of the deceptive games this Decepticon plays.
 
It's those mind games that Reflector does revel in. He loves seeing victims squirm under pressure, not knowing how much he knows and what he's going to do with it to ruin their lives. The same is true even for his own allies. Reflector has no problem with blackmailing and extorting other Decepticons if he can get something juicy on them. He doesn't want to lead like some idiots aspire to, that would be too much attention. But he definitely enjoys being in a position of power, and if he can't manipulate you himself Reflector will gladly sell out what he knows for his own gain as well as the good of the Decepticon effort. That is one of the contrasting differences between Reflector and Soundwave. Soundwave is just as observant and manipulative, but typically hordes information until he can use it for the cause as a whole and in support of Megatron. Reflector is much more likely to be petty, to use something just to coax someone into doing what he wants, and concoct his own schemes to get the information he needs outside his duties to the faction. He wants to be pulling the strings of as many as possible, and know that they try to resist him at their own risk.
 
Information is power. It can ruin empires as easily as it helps build them. Reflector knows this, and reveals in how much confusion and distrust he can sow through it. Then get it all recorded so he can use that to farther his cruel intentions. Don't want your friends to know about that thing you did that nearly got you in trouble? Don't want Megatron knowing the Autobots ruined his plan because you didn't keep your post? If Reflector knows, and has the proof, he can make your life miserable if you don't bend to his will. And use other information to pay off those that would care. If something goes wrong and he gets in trouble, he lets one of his doubles take the fall. Regenerating a new one does take time and energy, but it's favorable to getting his own aft cannoned. The only Decepticons Reflector won't readily cross are Megatron, because it's more beneficial to stay in his grace and reap the advantages of it; and Soundwave, because his peculiar sensory abilities can root out that Reflector is not the trio he pretends to be and would ruin a lot of the ploy he's built up around himself. Safer to keep Soundwave on his good side, and work with him instead of against him. You know. The one thing Starscream NEVER learns. Some people are just better to not cross. Anyone else? All bets are off. If Reflector can get something by extorting, blackmailing or humiliating you, he will definitely attempt to do so.
 
At his core, Reflector is driven by his curiousity. He wants to know everyone, everything they did, and everywhere they did it. Every little detail, ever scrap of information, every piece of visual evidence he can find. He is as cruel as he is manipulative, enjoying making others suffer. Especially in ways that are more than physical. Scarring the mind and breaking dreams is much longer lasting, and more satisfying. He has honed his ability to analyze the traits and habits of others, to pick apart their psyches through observation, and find their weaknesses or other exploitable flaws. But sometimes, Reflector... just observes. With all his observation skills and senses he enjoys the rare moment of just watching the world around him as much as he does spying on others and picking apart social habits. A picturesque landscape, natural wildlife, architectural displays; it doesn't matter, Reflector can appeariate it's visual appearance and stimulation in the same way humans fascinate over fine art. Reflector can appreciate the visual world around him for its own beauty... And at least have a record of it after the Decepticons have their way with whatever world has become their latest victim. Nothing lasts forever, so he will enjoy the sights for what they are now.
|Abilities='''CYBERTRONIAN'''
 
Durability: Cybertronians are living alien robots; essentially sentient free-thinking super-AIs in mechanical bodies. They are physically more durable than average organic species and do not require many of the same necessities to live, allowing one to survive in space or other harsh conditions more readily than biological lifeforms. Advanced construction and alloys make them resistant to common human weaponry, but they can be damaged by military grade and technologically advanced weaponry. However they are also, as long as parts and resources are available and their spark is still active, be repaired from even extensive damage. While not physically as imposing as other Decepticon soldiers, Reflector can and will use his doppelgangers as body doubles to shield his primary component from harm whenever possible.
 
Spark: What other races consider a lifetime is a mere drop in the temporal bucket for a Cybertronian. As long as their spark is active and stable they can live for millions of years, essentially immortal outside of their spark being extinguished or otherwise lethally destroyed. Only Reflector's main body, the one with the camera aperture, contains a spark though it is linked to the doppelgangers to control them in a realistic 'alive' manner. Individuals that can directly sense or otherwise interact with sparks would be able to determine Reflector's triplicate ruse.
 
Enhanced Perception: A Cybertronian's natural visual and audio sensory spectrum is wider than that of most human-like races, allowing them to detect things and minute details that typical unaided senses may not. Reflector is capable of recording anything any of his doppelgangers see and hear, assisting him/them in the collection and processing of information over a wider area. An operator using his camera mode will find the view and the resolution of any pictures taken and printed from it to be of exceptional clarity compared to an earthly camera.
 
Stasis: A Cybertronian does not sleep like an organic being does. Rather they go into a stasis mode not unlike a computer debug mode, and do so less often than a biological being would require. While a circuit slab is ideal for a full recharge Reflector's function and habits keep him away from facilities for an extended period, and he has learned to utilize stasis wherever he may be able to stash himself in alt-mode to rest between missions when necessary and keep his processor functions stable.
 
Energon: Cybertronians subside on a substance of highly efficient fuel called energon. While one does not need to recharge as often as most biological lifeforms, one can still 'starve' in the sense of not having enough energon to operate, typically resulting in debilitating stasis lock. A Cybertronian can intake other fossil fuels and those processed from them, but their bodies converting it into energon is not entirely efficient and they will need to recharge more often than from fully processed energon.
 
Transformation: Unlike most Cybertonians, Reflector does not have a vehicular alternate mode. Instead this form is a spectral camera, a Cybertronian media recording and surveillance device, that has had it's external appearance reformatted to resemble a professional photographer's camera. Mass shifting allows him to make his alt-mode small enough to fit in humanoid hands or large enough for most Cybertronians to operate, and anything amidst that range. When he transforms Reflector can recall or release his body doubles as needed, giving the illusion that three unified robots form the single device.
 
'''DOPPELGANGERS'''
 
Reflector possesses the ability to generate two body doubles of himself, identical in appearance other than they do not have the camera lens aperture in their midsection. They have most of the same traits and abilities (except those using the aperture in his midsection). They are linked to his spark in the primary body, allowing him to puppet them and even extend traits of his own persona into them to give them some distinct mannerisms. This perpetrates the deception that Reflector is three synchronized robots, and allows him to operate over a wider range than other solo recon agents. Reflector will often use his doubles as body shields and diversions from his true core unit's activities. If a doppelganger is not nearby when Reflector's core transforms, it will simply disappear to the confuse of others, because he can only generate them in robot mode.
 
'''FLASHBOMB'''
 
In spectral camera mode Reflector can generate potent explosions of light, like a super-sized flashbang grenade. The eruption of light is extremely disorienting, temporarily blinding and confusing victims that do not have protection against such disruption. In robot mode Reflector's core unit can project a photostatic haze from his aperture to disorient foes, or utilize like a light-based smokescreen to cover their retreat.
 
'''FLIGHT'''
 
To make up for his lack of a mobile alternate mode Reflector has flight capability in the form of leg jets for travel in robot mode. Although only capable of subsonic speeds it is more than enough for him to get where he needs to go to do his dirty work.
 
'''HOLOMATTER'''
 
To farther facility the nature of his alternate mode in recon and spy missions Reflector is equipped with a holomatter projector that can produce and control a hard-light holographic avatar of a human or other humanoid being. This projection has a limited radius of a hundred meters from him, but as the avatar is often carrying the Reflector camera in some matter this is usually not an issue. Because of his skills in detail and mannerism analysis Reflector can often imitate a member of a species with a short amount of observational research.
 
'''INFRARED VISION'''
 
In addition to the better than average Cybertronian senses Reflector has a highly developed infra-red vision. Because this sight does not rely on the visible light spectrum he can see in complete darkness. He has an extremely high chance of detecting a target through physical or optical camouflage with it, and while not as proficient as true x-ray vision he can see through materials that do not entirely block infra-red wavelengths with considerable clarity. This infra-red vision is also what protects Reflector and his doubles from being blinded by his own flash bomb and light disruption abilities.
|Skills='''IN PLAIN SIGHT'''
 
Reflector is one spymaster that doesn't seem to require elaborate cloaking or stealth abilities. His unassuming camera mode is easy to overlook at face value, and his capability to analyze traits and behaviors assist him in manipulating locals into carrying him around, and in keeping his act with a holomatter avatar authentic enough to blend in. His robot mode is generic in comparison to other Cybertronians, allowing him to fade into the ranks and crowds with ease, utilizing his doppelgangers to appear commonplace much like the Seeker body model is.
 
'''MANIPULATION'''
 
Reflector thrives on the manipulation of others, both to fulfill his duties and for his own amusement and profit. His preferred method is to collect incriminating evidence and use that to blackmail his victims into doing what he needs done, or photograph something humiliating and threaten to ruin their reputation with it. He is also willing to broker information, selling something he knows for something else he needs to find out. Reflector can also be more subtle in his manipulations, taking advantage of his observation skills to pick apart a victim's habits and psych and use that to gloat, intimidate or trick into doing something he can farther take advantage of.
 
'''OBSERVATION'''
 
Reflector excels at observing others and recording everything he/they see. He picks up on traits and habits quickly, and breaks those down to deduce their possible flaws and weaknesses in addition to gathering incriminating evidence. This artful dismantling of psyche aids him in finding more ways to manipulate others, put his blackmail and extortion materials to best effect, and in general sow chaos and confusion amongst the enemy ranks with his misdirection and confusion tactics. His body doubles possess most of the same abilities as he does (though some are weaker), increasing both his range and the points from which he has to gather information from. Very little escapes his scrutiny.
 
'''PHOTOGRAPHY'''
 
It is more than just an integral part of his function, it is the closest thing Reflector has to a hobby. Not everything is deception and spy games, he is quite capable of enjoying a scenic view or an artistic pose for what it is, and capturing that essence in his pictures. Granted not all his views on substance and beauty are standard, as he finds the humiliating acts of his allies and the visceral aftermath of conflict as appealing as any famous art piece.
|Resources='''ARCHIVES'''
 
Everything Reflector learns, photographs and records he keeps. No tidbit of information is too small or too obscure to not possibly be useful in the future. And he is very unlikely to ever forget. When he needs to analyze and aggregate his stores of information quickly he can utilize his doubles as additional processing power, diverting lesser data sorting and cataloging to them so he can devote to his primary analysis.
 
'''DECEPTICONS'''
 
It's true that because of his manipulative methods Reflector is not one of the most beloved members of the faction. But he is loyal to Megatron and Empire, and has plenty of dark secrets on other members that aren't so keen with the state of affairs. Those more willing to cross Megatron (HI STARSCREAM) have to keep in mind that mechs like Reflector and Soundwave are usually watching the commander's back and giving him the lowdown on those not keeping in line. Between those three aspects Reflector can usually get what he wants out of the non-command ranks, and convince others to help him in his schemes when necessary. I'm sure you can tell what we really mean by 'convince'.
 
'''MEDIA'''
 
If a world has a media network, especially a public and social one, you can bet Reflector has at least one of his noses poked in it. Infiltrating hubs of such networks, like a news outlet, is one of his favorite methods of learning about a society and amassing information. As well as the fact that reporters and investigators can often get into places the average civilian cannot. Or he might just find you online and troll the smeg out of you in figurative front of others. He is that kind of mean jerk.
 
'''WEAPONRY'''
 
Reflector's primary weapon is a photonic rifle, which can also be replicated by his body doubles. It fires beams of photonic energy as lasers, and can produce a light burst that, while not as potent as his other flash abilities, can still disrupt a weaker target's visual senses. He also possesses a weapon that applies a chemical coating that reacts to infra-red light, making a target easier for him to see and track. Each of his units can also deploy a convex riot shield to help disperse smaller firearms and energy weapons, primarily used by his doubles in functioning as his bodyguards/shields.
|Weaknesses='''AUTOBOTS'''
 
Reflector is often a priority target on the Autobots' list of dangerous enemies. Not because he's a high ranking officer or mighty warrior, but because of the potential power held in his information gathering and extortion operations. He's dangerous to the Autobot faction as a spy and reconnaissance specialist, an unpredictable opponent with the triplicate ability, and arguably more dangerous to other worlds if he can hook his blackmailing fingers into influential members of society. War is fought with more than guns and soldiers, and Reflector is a crucial cog in the Decepticon warmachine that would cause difficulty for his faction if removed.
 
'''AVERAGE SOLDIER'''
 
All Decepticons know how to fight, but Reflector is a spy and informant first and foremost. Even as a trio he is an average combatant at best, relying more on his abilities and the natural durability of his species. Reflector will have a hard time with any foe he can't overcome with his manipulation or deceptions.
 
'''CURIOUSITY'''
 
Reflector is driven by his desire to know about everyone, everything they've done and everywhere they've done it. Or to just find a scenic view to record and enjoy. This overt curiousity, combined with his tendency to be working on his own in the field for recon or spy missions (other than his body doubles), has the potential to put Reflector into situations he isn't capable of completely handling, and it's usually his own fault for being too nosey.
 
'''OVERCONFIDENCE'''
 
Reflector is supremely self-assured in his skills and abilities, and the capability to keep others under his control with manipulation and blackmail. He can overestimate his ability to conduct larger and more elaborate schemes, and is at a definite disadvantage when he comes up against someone that can't be easily emotionally or morally manipulated, or is somehow resistant to his optical disruptions (i.e. blindness).
 
'''REPUTATION'''
 
Reflector is deceitful, manipulative, and all too willing to exploit most others, ally and foe alike, to obtain his own objectives. While not blatantly defiant and rebellious as some Decepticons (Starscream for example) he doesn't always bother to conceal his true motives because of his overconfidence. Mostly because he doesn't want to take over the entire faction, sparing him Megatron's immediate wrath, he just wants to maintain his position in the higher echelon of the faction to farther use others for his purposes. Most of the time. Doesn't stop others from trying to undermine or outright ruin his schemes for their own sake, and Autobots will typically be more wary when they know Reflector is around. A lot of Decepticons just simply don't trust them farther than they can punt them outside of his assigned duties, but he is really REALLY good at what he specializes in, making it worth tolerating his sneakiness to a point.
 
'''THREE ARE ONE'''
 
Strong telepaths, technopaths and others with powerful mindreading magic or powers have the potential to uncover Reflector's true nature to a degree. They would be able to sense that there is one mind in control of the three bodies, and not the three synchronized but individual robots he portrays himself at. This mainly means they can tell which unit is the true Reflector and not be so easily fooled by deceptions with the doppelgangers.
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Blurr

2020-11-11T16:34:34Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Blurr
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1719
|Img=https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/transformersthedarkeras_gamepedia/8/82/Blurr.jpg?version=610285aa6b1c4b3e8862a84bd3ee1789
|FullName=Blurr
|Gender=Male
|Species=[[Cybertronians|Cybertronian]]
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=Field Operative
|Citizenship=Autobot Commonwealth
|Residence=Ibex (Iacon Province, Cybertron)
|Education=Autobot Academy
|Groups=[[Autobots]], [[Cybertron-OOC]], [[Space-OOC]]
|Quote="Primus I hate saying 'wait'. Such an awful word."
|DOB=26 May
|Height=445 cm (14'6")
|Weight=728 kg
|Hair=None
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=John Moschitta Jr.
|Profile=Blurr used to be the greatest and most famous racer on all of Cybertron. Living the high life, he had little care for anything or anyone that did not directly affect him or his racing career. But as tension between the government and the oppressed lower castes escalated, he began to realise that life was not as perfect as he thought it was. Still young and idealistic, he sought to take a more active role in righting the wrongs of the world by joining the Autobots as an Intelligence Operative. Now, he travels the galaxy searching for exploitable resources to feed a civil war that has been raging for eons as well as seeking out and monitoring Decepticon activity.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=Blurr stands 445 cm tall (14'6") in his biped mode, or about as much as an adult African Elephant, with a mostly blue and white paintjob covering his body. He has a very lithe and aerodynamic form that allows him a high level of versatility, and is slimmer than most other Cybertronians. Whenever he is online and conscious, his optics glow a brilliant blue colour, as well as various other points of light along his body. His vehicular mode is a very slick and futuristic looking hovercar of the same color scheme.
|History=Once upon a time, the Ibexian Athletic Association dreamed of creating the perfect racer; someone who could not only run and drive faster than anyone on the planet, but whose mind could also keep up with his incredibly rapid physical movements. But in order to do that, they would need access to a spark. The team researched the ways they might gain said access, looking first into spark splicing but when that appeared to be a fruitless search (since it didn't actually exist), they turned to attempting to convince the Senate to grant them access to a hotspot. Despite the scarcity of hotspots, the Senate actually agreed to allow this, so long as they had the final say in the fate of whatever resulted from the experiment. This was because they actually planned to experiment on new sparks in an attempt to create their own artificial "outliers" (Cybertronian individuals with extraordinary abilities), and the IAA's project aligned with their goals. Thus, the organisation was granted one-time access to the hotspot and allowed to harvest a spark for this purpose, and Blurr was born. At first, he was thought to be a failure -- unable to remain focused on a single item for more than a few minutes, or to even speak properly. However, after numerous training and therapy sessions, he was finally able to at least function normally. The IAA saw great success with Blurr on the tracks and in the public sphere once he had become presentable. He went on to claim victory in the world's most renowned ground racing tournament, the Ibex Cup, a total of sixteen times before the races were shut down in the wake of Decepticon terrorist attacks. Blaming the Decepticons for ruining his career and for the death of several of his friends and colleagues, and in search of a purpose deeper than simple entertainment, Blurr vowed to put an end to their destructive campaigns and joined the Autobots' Intelligence Division. As Cybertron's resources waned under the weight of the war, both factions took to the stars to search for something to feed the dying planet. As a scout and field operative, Blurr proved among those most well-equipped and qualified to venture to the cosmos and seek out valuable intel and / or resources.
|Personality=Blurr is fast. Not only can he move fast, drive fast, and talk fast, but his mind is also constantly running at a million kilometres a minute. As such, he is incredibly impatient and is addicted to constant action and / or motion. If Cybertronians had a version of ADHD, he would have a pretty severe case of it. In fact, he had to train hard even just to speak at a comprehensible rate. He absolutely hates sitting around waiting or doing nothing. He also has a tendency to look down on others because they can't move at the ridiculous speeds he can, but, having taken inspiration from people in his life who have stuck with him despite many of their frustrations with his behaviour, he's working on being more compassionate and less arrogant, or trying to. It's easy for him to be charming and charismatic all day long to the people he likes or wants to please, given crowd-pleasing aspects of his former career. It is, however, much more difficult for him with certain kinds of people; like Decepticons whom he is convinced are for the most part terrible, warmongering revenge-addicts and hypocrites. His upbringing as a member of the elite caste certainly helped bring this attitude about, having easily led him to sympathise with government institutions.He isn't as young as he used to be, but he is still a lot younger than most other Cybertronians, so he is rather immature. Idealistic and optimistic sometimes to a fault, Blurr is out to use his special skills to help Ultra Magnus and the Autobots make the world right and stop the Decepticons from reigning terror on the people of Cybertron. It's certainly a loftier and more important-sounding goal than just being glorified entertainment -- amazingly talented entertainment, but entertainment nonetheless.
|Abilities='''CYBERTRONIAN''' Durability: Cybertronians are physically more durable than most organic species, and do not need to breathe in the same way. This allows them to survive in outer space without additional protection or equipment. Enhanced Perception: A Cybertronian's visual and audio scanning spectrum is wider than that of a human's, allowing them to detect some things that are not typically detectable by the unaided eye or ear. Life Cycle: Cybertronians don't really have one, actually. Although their sparks can sometimes be placed into different bodies and those bodies modified, they don't develop or change naturally or on their own. Additionally, their sparks don't die for millions of Earth years unless extinguished by some external force or cause. And even after millions of years, death by old age or cybercrosis can be averted. Sparks are typically contained within a special casing in their chests, but can survive outside of a body for extended periods of time as long as they are kept frozen. Stasis: Cybertronians need to rest just like any other living being does, if not quite as often as most organics do. Ideally, they connect to circuit slabs to get the most restful stasis cycles. Sustenance: Energon is the primary source of energy for Cybertronians, although they can accept alternate sources such as crude oil, or other fossil fuels. They don't need to refuel every day like humans do, allowing them a greater degree of flexibility, however they can 'starve' to death given extended periods of time without any fuel. Transformation: Nearly all Cybertronians have the ability to shift between at least 2 different forms or shapes. One is usually a biped or humanoid shape, while the other is a vehicle or tool of some sort. Blurr's is a hovercar capable of travelling up to 1,300 kph and on the same terrains as his biped form does. Weaponry: Most Cybertronians who are still alive today -- including Blurr, are those well-adapted to warfare. This means that a majority of them had at least standard laser weaponry installed into their frames at some point. Blurr's are retractable photon blasters that he can conceal within arm compartments or bring out at will. '''ELECTROLASER''' Blurr is equipped with a special weapon that reverses the polarity of the victim's microcircuits, assuming they have microcircuits, rendering them temporarily paralysed and potentially causing some damage depending on the target's level of resistance to electrical attacks. A high-voltage stream of electricity is fired through the air to a maximum distance of about 215 metres (705 feet), and can be blocked by anything with insulating properties, or redirected by anything with conductive properties and oriented appropriately. 
'''HOLOMATTER''' Before being sent off into space, Blurr was equipped with a holomatter projector, a device that allows him to remote control a hard light holographic avatar that is capable of appearing human or humanoid. However, it has a limited radius and cannot be projected more than a hundred metres away from him. '''STRENGTH''' Blurr possesses strength enabling him to lift approximately 20 metric tons. He is able to punch through barriers as thick as a 10 cm (4 inch) steel plate. While his experience fighting allows for him to gauge the amount of force he exerts, he has been known to cut loose in cases of extreme stress. '''SUPERSPEED''' Blurr is able to move at 1,300 kph on the ground in either car form or biped form. He is also able to accelerate to such a velocity nearly instantly from a complete standstill. In addition, given that his vehicle form is a hovercraft, he can move at such speeds across almost any terrain; in fact, he is so fast that he can easily run/drive across vertical or even fluid surfaces such as water. It would follow from this that he is very agile, and even the most talented marksman would be hard-pressed to land a hit on him. In addition, Blurr is not only able to move at incredible speeds; he also thinks, speaks, and acts at this same extreme pace.
|Skills='''COMBAT''' Blurr certainly knows how to put up a good fight when necessary. He is skilled in hand-to-hand as well as with guns, though he is not built to carry heavy weapons such as missile launchers. His primary advantage is in being able to dodge almost anything, and hit fast but not very hard. '''ESPIONAGE''' Blurr is part of the Autobots' Intelligence Division, and functions as a spy and courier. These roles best suit his abilities and skill set, and he certainly knows how to apply them to his job. Working as an intelligence operative requires one to be agile and quick-witted, both of which come naturally to Blurr, who can also often make rapid exits for himself that others couldn't should his cover be blown. This also comes with the various skills of the trade that might typically be expected, such as hacking, sabotage, theft, deceit, surveillance, recon, observation, etc., as well as more knowledge of classified information (like a secret base or research facility). '''RACING''' Blurr was once the greatest Cybertronian racer of all time. He spent his entire pre-war life on the tracks, therefore, his racing prowess might even be considered legendary.
|Resources='''AUTOBOTS''' Blurr belongs to the Intelligence Division of the Cybertronian military organisation known as the Autobot Commonwealth, or Autobots for short. They are likely the only ones he can count on for support, given Cybertron's poor galactic reputation. He can visit any Autobot base or outpost for refuelling and restocking as needed. '''SPACE TRANSPORTATION''' Blurr has a small stealth vessel, the Sentinel which he uses to travel across the stars. It is equipped with cloaking mechanisms, moderate shielding, light weaponry, and a hyperdrive for FTL travel. It has the ability to create a breathable atmosphere within itself, although this does require a significant amount of additional fuel and resources, depending on the species needing to be accommodated. It has enough space to comfortably accomodate five additional average-sized Cybertronian passengers, aside from the pilot, if you count the cargo bay.
|Weaknesses='''CYBERNETIC''' As with all Cybertronians, Blurr is a cybernetic being, essentially an extremely advanced artificial intelligence. This means that his structure is vulnerable to being hacked or otherwise manipulated by those who have the skills necessary to do such a thing. '''DECEPTICONS''' The Decepticon Empire, or Decepticons, are the sworn enemies of the Autobots. Since Blurr is a spy, he is certainly high on his their most wanted list. And if they find him, there is likely to be a fight of some kind, which often results in massive amounts of collateral damage to whatever planet they happened to be on. This is a major part of the reason Cybertronians are hated and feared by much of the rest of the galaxy. '''FAST EVERYTHING''' Blurr is a speed addict. He hates waiting for anything and is therefore extremely impatient. Thus one might find him charging into things without giving it much prior consideration. His impatience can also be very grating on his the nerves of those around him, and they may find it frustrating attempting to keep up with him. Since he thinks at least as fast as he moves, he has a habit of talking that fast as well. If you talk fast, you tend to say a lot just to fill the time, especially if you're Cybertronian and don't have to stop to breathe. As you might imagine, that can get pretty irritating when attempting to have a conversation with him. '''GALACTIC REPUTATION''' The civil war between the Autobots and Decepticons has been bringing death and destruction to countless worlds for millennia. Even before the factional conflict, Nova Prime's (unrelated to the leader of the Nova Corps. It's a big galaxy out there) expansionist ideals didn't exactly give the rest of the galaxy a good impression of Cybertron. Thus, they are infamous throughout the galactic community for bringing annihilation to everything they touch, and therefore few civilizations want to have anything to do with them, regardless of any factional alignment or lack thereof. This means that Blurr probably can't generally count on the help of other groups aside from his own Autobots in times of need. '''LIGHTWEIGHT''' In order to be so fast, Blurr needs to be extremely light, at least in comparison to other Cybertronians his size. Therefore, he mostly relies upon his superior agility to survive in a fight, since he can't take as many hits as most can, given his lesser degree of armour. '''MAGIC SUSCEPTIBILITY''' A Cybertronian's resistance to many different types of extremes is purely physical and subject to physical laws. Since magic-based attacks or abilities are not always constrained by these same laws, they have a greater chance of being effective against Cybertronians. '''OVERCONFIDENT''' Blurr is extremely arrogant. His pre-war social status likely had a lot to do with this. He was certainly the best of the best when it came to racing; however this often leads him to think that he can outrun anything which is not always true, and sometimes gets him into trouble. His ego is often insufferably obvious to others.
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Sabretooth

2020-11-11T16:31:30Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Victor Creed
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=787
|Img=http://tinyurl.com/y2263j32
|FullName=Victor Creed
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=VFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Mercenary/Contract Killer
|Citizenship=Genosha
|Residence=Madripoor
|Education=Infantry School & Special Forces
CIA Team X & Weapon X Training
|Groups=[[Brotherhood]], [[Hench]], [[Light]], [[SHIELD]], [[X-Men]], [[Xavier's School]], [[Mutant-OOC]]
|Quote=There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.
|PAge=148
|AAge=148
|DOB=6 Jun 1827
|Height=198 cm (6'6")
|Weight=125 kg (275 lb)
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=Amber
|Actor= Liev Schreiber
|Song="Seasons in the Abyss" by Slayer
|Profile='Slasher', 'El Tigre', 'Der Schlächter'... Many names, uttered in the shadows, tell the tale of one man whose ruthless violence turned him into a legend on the battlefield - Victor Creed. He has worn many hats in his life: lawman, professional soldier, underworld crime-figure, CIA black ops assassin and, most recently, a follower of the proclaimed 'Saviour of Mutantkind'. Leaving a bloody trail through history, his primary motivation has always been finding an outlet for his primal urges. Whatever the job, whoever signs the paycheque; as long as Victor Creed gets his claws wet with blood at the end of it, he's willing to consider any offers. Though he formally holds citizenship on Genosha, Victor's status within the mercenary community means that he frequently travel. His 'career' takes him to conflict zones and hot-spots in order to ply his trade in wartime, and the slums and backalleys of the more 'civilized' world. One of the most skilled operators to come out of the U.S. military. A hunter in the night. A beast, unfettered by morals and only chained by the desire to remain out of SHIELD custody (or worse). A man, who willingly became an animal. Sabretooth.
===Current Player Approved: January 21, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
In another life, Victor Creed could have passed as a biker enforcer, or dive-bar bouncer, or professional wrestler. His hair, at present, is straggly and long; blond, greasy locks displaying a disdain for most modern grooming practices. This seemingly carries on to his facial hair, with thick and curly blond sideburns covering most of his cheeks and leading down into a slightly thinner, but equally unkempt and messy, beard that covers his jutting chin. Even when not smiling, his large and pointed canine teeth are obvious - often sticking out from his top lip at even the slightest hint of a grin, and bringing a certain menace to the man's already intimidating appearance. Each of his nails extends outwards far beyond normal human length (roughly two inches in length), taking on the appearance of claws - deadly sharp and glinting with a metallic sheen in the light 6'6" in height, Victor Creed cuts a terrifying figure to normal individuals, his thick muscles and tall frame giving off a dangerous air; somewhere between professional bodyguard and cage fighter. Victor Creed is currently dressed down, a camo vest over a gray tee. He has on ragged, dusty green army khakis; and on each of his hands, fingerless leather gloves. A ragged black overcoat is draped over his shoulders, and dusty, brown leather boots cover his feet. The air of a man who doesn't really care what kind of impression he leaves on people, beyond 'intimidating'.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
When young Victor Creed's powers manifested, he viciously murdered his older brother over the last piece of pie. In response, his father chained him up in the cellar. This was back in the day, before people had electricity, running water, or nosy neighbors. So Victor stayed in the cellar, like a character from the Rob Zombie remake of Sling Blade. Every so often, Victor's father would pull out his claws and canine teeth, and try to beat 'The Devil' out of him. Eventually, Victor chewed off his own hand to get free from his chains. After slaughtering his father, he disappeared into the Canadian wilderness. If only he'd had the decency to stay there... Instead he made his way across Canada, getting whatever work was available to an unskilled youth with a strong back. Eventually he came to the attention of the kinds of people who need dirty work done. Over the years he served in various Army outfits, for his native Canada and later for the United States. No matter how many times he was shot or stabbed, he could always recover, and he always made his presence felt on a battlefield. When there wasn't a war going on, he found other ways to occupy his time and slake his growing bloodlust. As the methods of warfare evolved, so did Victor, becoming ever more lethal as the decades rolled by. The OSS, the CIA, the SSR, Department H, and even S.H.I.E.L.D. all found uses for his talents. He went by friendly-sounding codenames like 'Butcher', 'El Tigre', and 'Der Schlächter' before the name 'Sabretooth' finally started to stick. He smuggled drugs from Colombia. Ran casinos in Las Vegas. Managed brothels in Madripoor. He murdered Mafia dons, heads of state, women and children. And nearly all of it was done under some flag or another. During the 60s, Sabretooth was recruited into the Weapon X Program. Subjected to the latest in shady science, and trained in all the latest murder techniques, Sabretooth became one of the most efficient killers on the planet. Unlike most of the other members, Sabretooth didn't need to be coerced into the torturous program, he was just an eager student. Sabretooth was already an animal, but Weapon X made him a monster. Sabretooth's post-Weapon X career has been especially bloody. He's done stints with the Brotherhood of Mutants, The Hand, and the Marauders. He's sub-contracted for major players like the Hellfire Club or Hydra. But nobody pays better for Sabretooth's unique skills than the good ol' US of A.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Long before he became a subject in the Weapon X program, Victor Creed was already more animal than man in many ways - his mutation and the cruelty he endured at his father's hands combining to make the man unusually feral, prone to sudden outbursts of violence and utterly ruthless in terms of morality or methods. Through time and plentiful military training (spanning decades, in fact) Victor has learned some level of restraint, though even his actions in Vietnam immediately prior to being picked up by the CIA and Team X speak to a man with no qualms about carrying out orders, or acting beyond in the rules of engagement in ways that would make most men recoil in horror. This learned restraint has come after many post-mission admonishments of his behaviour - court martials, stints in the brig and, finally, a summary execution that revealed the extent of his mutant powers to the U.S. Government during his time in Vietnam. The CIA and the Weapon X taught him to, if not completely control, than work with his cold, brutal nature - using his terrifying methods to his advantage while still learning to keep a minimum of collateral damage whenever possible. Victor Creed is a man who, above all else, needs some purpose in life - in fact, since childhood (and no doubt a direct result of the abuse, both mental and physical, he suffered at the hands of his devout father), he has carried around a deep-seated self-hatred and overwhelming desire to prove himself - carrying over into his rivalry with Wolverine, who was frequently considered his superior in the battlefield (and the recipient of the first adamantium skeleton, which Victor long sought for himself). As a result of his nature and his training in Special Operations and off-the-books missions, the man is about as cold-blooded as it gets - willing to kill entire platoons in the dead of night just to fulfill his mission, but also equally capable of sneaking into a secured facility and eliminating just a single target (should the job call for it). Although he puts forth a ruthless front, and his reputation backs it up, there is a side of Creed that takes a certain pity on outcasts and those who don't seem to fit in - even in the mutant world. He has often taken other loners, particularly younger ones, under his wing as a sort of 'protector' or 'mentor', teaching them to harness his abilities as a certain Weapon X Colonel once taught him. He also frequently teams up with other mercenaries to complete more difficult contracts; although he greatly prefers to work alone whenever possible, he is not one to turn down a beneficial partnership with the right person. It's perhaps the most human aspect of this man-turned-beast, and the only part of his psyche that doesn't fall prey to his savage urges. Despite the fact that he frequently lives and hunts alone, Creed is more than capable of working in a team-setting and is quick adept at dealing with people; a side benefit to decades spent in the criminal underworld and intelligence communities. His reputation and presentation hide a cunning intellect and tactical ability that most people overlook in favour of his sheer intimidation factor. Able to spot weaknesses almost instantly both in mind and body, Sabretooth is particularly adept at finding out where his opponent or target is most vulnerable (be it an addiction, a family member, a mistress, or a physical ailment - Victor has a certain knack for sniffing out the soft underbelly of his chosen prey), and then strictly in that particular spot.
|Abilities=
'''Acute Senses:'''
 
Sabretooth's senses of hearing, sight, taste, and smell are all at superhuman levels. His sene of smell is particularly advanced, allowing him to identify individuals by their unique scent years after he first met them and track targets from miles away. His cat-like eyes help him see in low-light environments, and his vision is better than 20/10. He can identify an impressive array of objects, substances, and chemical compounds by tasting the residue left behind. So sharp as his taste buds that he can even tell the difference in types of amunition by licking the inside of the expended casing. His hearing is advanced enough that he's able to detect nearly-silent footfalls behind him, or tell when a victim's heart is starting to beat faster. 
'''Agility:'''
 
Sabretooth possesses the agility of a jungle cat, and is able to move much more swiftly and gracefully than a man of his size has any right to. He's able to rip off soldiers' arms before they can pull a trigger, or chase a fleeing victim like they were standing still. He can even run on all fours like a tiger, increasing his movement speed while making him even tougher to shoot. 
'''Animal Empathy:'''
 
Sabretooth would be much happier living in the wild with animals. Long contact has enabled him to develop an affinity with wildlife that enables him to pass as just another beast. He's especially fond of the big cats, and he's one of the few people living who'd be able to walk with a tiger or amongst a pride of lions without risk of being mauled. They seem him as another predator, not as a potential meal. 
'''Claws:'''
 
Each of Sabretooth's fingers end with a large, partially-retractable claw. Normally, they're about two inches long, but can be extended to about three. The claws are extremely sharp and mostly unbreakable. Combine that with Sabretooth's massive strength, and he can easily shred just about anything in a few seconds. Obviously, exotic metals are immune to Sabretooth's claws, and enough force can certainly break them. Technically he can sheath them a bit more to do fine-manipulation with something like a weapon, but rarely does so, as it is not comfortable. 
'''Enhanced Durability:'''
 
While able to lift and swing for massive force, even up to near ten tons if he's feeling kamikaze, he doesn't have the body structure to really withstand huge amounts without breaking his own limbs. He can't take more than about five tons of incoming pressure on his bones without breaking, but that's still more than admirable. And he can heal his bones rapidly, so there's that, too. With enhanced sense of feeling, though, he doesn't go around trying to hurt himself. 
'''Enhanced Strength:'''
 
While able to lift and swing for massive force, he doesn't have the body structure to really withstand huge amounts without breaking his own limbs for any real period. He is capable of lifting nearly ten tons if he wanted to hurt himself, or putting that proportional amount of force behind each swipe of his claws, but is most likely to break something if he does that against something that actually hits back, and so, he usually stays down at say five tons or less weight. 
'''Fangs:'''
 
Sabretooth's teeth are hardened, and strong enough to dent or tear some general metals. These regenerate fast if needed, but are pretty strng as is. It keeps his teeth from getting knocked out and keeps him from needing to brush, but most importantly this strength in the bone makes it even easier for him to rip out an opponents throat with his fangs. 
'''Pounce:'''
 
Like his namesake, Sabretooth is able to pounce on his prey and incapacitate them almost instantly. Unlike his namesake, he's able to leap roughly half the length of a basketball court. If only he'd joined the NBA instead of becoming a hitman. 
'''Rage:'''
 
Unlike some people, Sabretooth doesn't see any harm in getting mad once in awhile. In fact, he embraces it. Sabretooth has found that using his anger correctly makes him almost unstoppable, and it makes him feel like a demigod. When he's faced with a hopeless situation, when someone is trying to tamper with his mind, or when he's not doing well in a fight, all Sabretooth has to do is get mad and his mind is clear and focused. Of course, he tends to 'focus' only on ripping out throats when he's good and mad, but everyone needs to set realistic goals for themselves, right? 
'''Regeneration:'''
 
Sabretooth's healing abilities are massive. He doesn't have metal in his body that might slow such a thing (unalike some people), which makes his system masterfully efficient. He's able to regenerate damaged tissue at a vastly accelerated rate. Surface damage heals within seconds. Minor wounds, like a stab or gunshot, heal within a matter of seconds. Multiple stabs/gunshots can heal within minutes, or even faster, in some situations. He can even come back from having his entire body burned, or huge chunks of his abdomen (and the accompanying organs) ripped out. This can take awhile, however. His healing abilities make him practically immune to all but a few extremely exotic poisons and intoxicants (but not, say, drowning). That doesn't mean he's going to stop drinking beer, it just means that it doesn't really make him drunk. Interestingly, it also repairs damage to his muscles and eliminates fatigue poisons far more efficiently. This allows him to operate at peak efficiency for hours, which helps explain why his workout routines are so effective.
|Skills=
'''Cqc:'''
 
Anyone who has ever gone up against Sabretooth knows that he's a vicious, relentless hand to hand fighter. Over the past century he's evolved from a tavern brawler to a highly inventive close-quarters combat master. His recent stint at Weapon X has sharpened his skills a bit and made him work on his form, but he's never really been one for 'practice.' Instead, he keeps improving his skills by killing someone almost every single day. 
'''Soldier:'''
 
Back when Sabretooth first joined up with an army, they still stood in rows and fired at each other across an open field. So he's had to evolve with the times, changing up his tactics each decade. Sabretooth could easily fall in with a team of modern special operatives and outperform most of them. In a way, he's become institutionalized as paramilitary outfits are the only social structures that really make any sense to him. He understands the rules and the culture, and is able to thrive there. More importantly, he's able to give and receive orders, understand the mission parameters, and achieve the objective in a tactically sound manner. These days, a lot of the old rules are being thrown out of the window. Between drone strikes and superpowered opponents, an operator like Sabretooth has to be more creative than ever before. So far, he's managing just fine. 
'''Stealth:'''
 
As a master tracker, Sabretooth knows exactly how to thwart any attempts to track or detect him. When he wants to, he can move undetected through dense foliage or through a guarded facility. Or even when climbing on vertical surfaces or ceilings. 
'''Tracking:'''
 
When Sabretooth feels like relaxing, he often goes out into the wilderness and lives there. He's been doing this off and on for more than a hundred years. Sabretooth is a master tracker, able to find and follow his prey even in the densest jungles. Humans are far easier to track than the animals that Sabretooth usually tries to catch. Humans are noisy, messy and smelly, and they tend to leave all sorts of clues behind. Even when he's not in the wilderness, Sabretooth is still able to track targets using various clues and his sense of smell in conjunction. The simple uptake is that nobody's able to get away from Sabretooth if he's looking for them, no matter where they are. Well, maybe if they went to space. Or the ocean or something. But nowhere else. 
'''Vehicles:'''
 
At this point in his life, Sabretooth has probably logged more hours behind the wheel of a car than most Indycar drivers, more hours behind the controls of a helicopter than most Army pilots, and more hours in the cockpit of a jet than most Thunderbirds. But just because he 'can' operate these vehicles doesn't mean he's going to volunteer to do so. He prefers to sit in the back and drink. 
'''Weapons:'''
 
Yes, it's more fun killing a man with your bare hands. However, Sabretooth has been trained to use just about every other instrument of death commonly used by men. When he first started fighting, the Springfield 1861 was the weapon of choice for many servicemen. Sabretooth has had to evolve with the times, moving from Bowie knives and revolvers to Ka-Bars MP5s. Along the way, he's had to pick up and use many more esoteric designs, but he generally prefers to avoid using anything too weird. Is there really any point to learning how to use a sword or a throwing star? Honestly...
|Resources=
'''Brotherhood:'''
 
For years now, Sabretooth has been a card carrying member of the Brotherhood. If he were bit better suited to leadership roles he might be one of the top-ranking members of the group. However, his unique skillset and temperament have led him to become more of a special operative who tends to get called upon only for certain types of missions. 
'''Genosha:'''
 
His service during the Genoshan Civil War has resulted in Sabretooth having official citizenship on the island of Genosha. This is only moderately useful, since he tends to travel through illegal channels or under assumed names. But it's nice having a country that will allow him to claim it, since none of the other countries want him. 
'''Madripoor:'''
 
Although his official citizenship is on Genosha, Sabretooth does a lot of his shady dealings on Madripoor. He owns several business interests there, which serve as his main sources of stable income and wealth storage. 
'''Reputation:'''
 
Over the last few decades, Sabretooth has built up a solid reputation as one of the most vicious and effective mercenaries that can be bought. There seems to be practically nothing that he won't do for a price, but he virtually never accepts a better offer after the deal has been closed. That may not be much of a code of honor, but it's enough in most of the circles that Sabretooth swims in. 
'''Smuggling:'''
 
One of Sabretooth's more lucrative operations doesn't involve him doing much, if any, actual killing. Instead, he tends to make quite a bit smuggling various goods into economically distressed areas like Genosha. Sabretooth is uniquely suited to getting goods past the international sanctions that tend to be imposed on smaller countries, and he makes a (virtual) killing doing it.
|Weaknesses=
'''Reputation:'''
 
For some customers, Sabretooth's reputation is a definite selling point. But for most people, the kind of track record that Sabretooth has is a definite turn-off. Only the worst criminals tend to purchase Creed's loyalty. Or people who hate someone bad enough that they want to see them mauled to death and possibly eaten. Funnily enough, this doesn't seem to keep Uncle Sam from hiring Creed on a fairly regular basis... 
'''Senses:'''
 
It might not seem like a 'weakness' to have heightened senses, but it can be if the right tactics are deployed. Sabretooth's senses can be overloaded, usually by extremely loud noises or blinding lights. These types of attacks tend to be even more effective against him than they are against normal humans. 
'''Wanted:'''
 
Sabretooth has been leaving a bloody trail of carnage across the planet for about a century. He's officially wanted in almost every country on the planet (Genosha and Madripoor being notable exceptions...). When travelling to other countries, he has to use a fake identity or deal with annoying SWAT teams. 
'''Weight:'''
 
Sabretooth is a big, heavy guy. There aren't many people capable of pulling his wounded body off of a battlefield. There's also a much higher chance of objects (like furniture or floors) giving out when his full weight is applied to them, limiting his options for pursuit when a lighter target manages to find an escape route.
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[[Category:Mutant-OOC]] [[Category:Brotherhood]] [[Category:Hench]] [[Category:Light]] [[Category:SHIELD]] [[Category:X-Men]]

Captain America

2020-11-09T22:46:37Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Steve Rogers
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=112
|Img=https://www.thewrap.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Chris-Evans-Captain-America-Trilogy.jpg
|FullName=Steven Grant "Steve" Rogers
|Gender=Male
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=EFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Hero, Super-Soldier, S.H.I.E.L.D. liaison
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Avengers Mansion (Upper East Side, Manhattan) and 569 Leaman Place (Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn)
|Education=Army, self-learning
|Groups=[[Avengers]], [[SHIELD]]
|Quote=
"Doesn't matter what the press says. Doesn't matter what the politicians or the mobs say. Doesn't matter if the whole country decides that something wrong is something right. This nation was founded on one principle above all else: The requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences. When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the River of Truth and tell the whole world--

No. You move."
|PAge=110
|AAge=110
|DOB=4 July 1918
|Height=188 cm (6'2")
|Weight=100 kg (220 lb)
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Chris Evans
|Song="Star Spangled Man", Captain America: The First Avenger OST
|Profile=From a pale and sickly 'lab gerbil' to America's 'First Avenger', Steve Rogers - better known as Captain America to the public eye - is a man out of his time. After spending several years in a state of frozen sleep, he's been revealed to modern society. While the world has changed around him, his belief that freedom is for all has not.
===Current Player Approved: November 07, 2020===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Around 6'2", blond Steve Rogers is the visual epitome of classical masculine perfection. With a squared jaw and mobile brows able to convey everything from pleased surprise to the blank rage of the soldier, he's genuine in nearly every projection of emotion - transparent, with every boon and downfall that comes of it. In his true-blue eyes, a sense of aging that counters his youthful looks and gives him an undercurrent of weariness when he's not smiling. Every move he makes is decisive and smooth, from picking up a coffee mug to taking aim in throwing his signature Vibranium shield. When in star-spangled mode, Steve wears a skin-tight uniform in a matte navy-blue and sturdy combat boots. Thicker fabric doesn't keep his musculature hidden. Emblazoned across his chest, a centralized silver star with bars exending horizontally from it in homage to the wings on his WWII helmet. Pockets in his fatigue pants allow storage, but his utility belt contains the majority of useful items (grenades, ammunition, first aid kit, etc). The uniform comes with back-mounts to hold the signature Vibranium shield, a resilient and impossibly dynamic buckler bearing the white star of Captain America. In civilian mode, he's a fan of jeans, sturdy boots (if not sneakers), and t-shirt beneath his leather shearling-lined motorcycle jacket.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Born on the Fourth of July in 1918, Steven "Steve" Grant Rogers spent his childhood in a state of constant sickliness. Pale, underweight, scrawny and yet scrappy as an alleycat, he was found at least one a week needing assistance (if not rescue from punishment) through his best friend, Bucky Barnes. Thus was forged a bond of brotherhood in name if not in blood. The loss of his father when young to mustard gas overseas and then his mother to disease only honed Steve's belief that bullies must be resisted and self-reliance is central above all else. Not to be left behind after Bucky successfully enlisted, the repeated failed attempts caught the attention of a recruited scientist from the secret government agency, SHIELD. In partnership with the Army, Steve became a guinea pig for a serum intended to create the perfect soldier. The Super-Soldier serum was successfully imbued within him and what emerged from the birthing machine was a powerful example of peak health and physical capability in stark contrast to the stunted young man who entered. From propoganda to an active combatant on the field, Captain America became the bane of the Nazis and their secret scientists. Rescuing Bucky from the confines of a facility deep in Nazi territory brought temporary joy; gravity ripped it from him just as quickly, it seemed. It then became a race to keep the genocidal leader of HYDRA, Red Skull, from destroying the eastern seaboard of America. The destruction was averted, but at the cost of Steve himself, who disappeared into the malleable ice of the Arctic circle, thought lost for all time. However, it wasn't to be. SHIELD, decades later, recovered him and his shield. Carefully revived from a form of cryogenic sleep, Steve emerges into a new world indeed. What has he left behind? Who has he lost? The man has some catching up to do and a consensus or two to meet with ideals that seem to run counter to current society.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Anyone calling Steve a 'fuddy duddy' isn't entirely incorrect. While he's certainly able to crack a joke and smile, he's got few serious personal attachments in his life in this modern era. His quest to remain loyal to his beliefs has cost him much. The struggle to fit in and occasional clash with antiquated vs modern idealism makes nothing simple for him. Some call him 'stubborn' and that he has a 'my way or the highway' mentality; others see it as admirable that he never backs down. Is it confidence or stupidity? Regardless, he'll work to the bitter, bloody end to keep the dream of freedom alive, even if it means nearly killing himself in the process - a trait for his enemies to fear. A lack of a dating life means he's dating his work instead, and being a soldier attracted to the inherent conflict within the world, it makes it difficult to find meaningful connections with the man. Peace is hard thing to grasp for a workaholic and a man left with few people who have 'shared life experience'. Those few attachments he has are his world and he'd ride into hell, guns blazing, to vouchsafe them. The Captain can enjoy short periods of quiet, however. He finds solace in his art and in exercise, where his busy mind can settle to smooth focus rather than be tizzying after the unvariably-upcoming issue with his name stamped on it.
|Abilities=
'''Pseudo-Immortality:'''
 
The serum allows Steve an appreciable immortality in that he does not age as well as recovers quickly from injury. This also grants him some immunity to Terran diseases, drugs, and intoxicants. 
'''Quick Learner:'''
 
The Super-Soldier serum also enhanced his mental capabilities. With a penchant towards analytical thought patterns that goes hand-in-hand with accelerated efficiency of thought, he won't be stymied by a novel situation or object for long. Eidetic memory also aids (and hinders during flashbacks). 
'''Strong-Willed:'''
 
What stubbornness possessed the man before the serum's application has only been strengthened. This grants him a near immunity to stresses that might break a lesser man, such as mental control. His force of will can be overridden, but not for long and at such a severe risk of retaliation once he escapes it that it's a deadly approach to try with him. 
'''Super Serum:'''
 
Erskine's serum brought Steve to the pinnacle of human strength and speed, agility and durability. Now able to lift up to four tons, he can also jump 20 feet from a moderate running start. He can keep up a run at a steady 30 mph for days at a time and sprint upwards of double that speed in short bursts. He is able to dodge bullets given forwarning; small-calibre bullets will slow him down, but not stop him. Impact damage from things like explosions and blunt weapons will stun him, but not keep him down; you could break a wooden bat over the man's head and he'd stumble upright again. The serum also grants him speedier healing. A broken bone might take only days to knit together and split skin wounds even less time.
|Skills=
'''Artist:'''
 
In his free time, Steve takes pencil to paper and sketches out whatever suits his fancy. Midway between realism and cartoonism, he could have a career as an illustrator if he could simply sit still. 
'''Masterful Combat:'''
 
The Army made sure he was trained before he was unleashed. Steve has great skill in multiple types of boxing as well as martial arts and weapons-handling such as firearms and swords. He is deadliest with his Vibranium shield in play. 
'''Multilingual:'''
 
Fluent in multiple languages such as English, German, and Russian. He has street-conversational strength in French and Italian, though his East-Asian languages are rusty at best. Alien languages are beyond him unless actively learned. 
'''Tactician:'''
 
Military experience both on and off the battlefield, in past and present, allows Steve to quickly formulate effective plans. He's quick to grasp current technology and basic survival instincts to aid him in a fight.
|Resources=
'''Bucky Barnes:'''
 
If there's someone who's always been there for Steve, it's Bucky Barnes. He knows that the man would show up, come hell or high water, to aid him in an issue. This loyalty can be a weak point in turn (see Weaknesses). He's with him to the end of the line. 
'''Motorcycle:'''
 
If pushed, Steve might reveal that 'Bessie' is his girl, if you will. The refurbished Harley and Davidson Military EL Knucklehead in cherry-pie-red with chrome and cream accents might look like a collector's item, but its internals are all modern. If he wants to get somewhere fast, he'll get there on this bike. 
'''Uniform:'''
 
Fitted to move, the navy-blue fabric is a durable weave of Kevlar and other materials that grant moderate resistances to shock, temperature extremes, and impact. While it can stop edges (knives, glass), it cannot stop heavier-grade bullets. The utility belt holds survival items. 
'''Vibranium Shield:'''
 
Known the world-round, the Vibranium shield sporting the white star is a feat of engineering. Durable and aerodynamic, Steve has owned it long enough to become skillful in bouncing it off surfaces in nearly-impossible ways. It's also useful for stopping bullets and plowing through objects (and people). 
'''Who You Know:'''
 
You don't become the bane of the Nazis over several decades without attracting attention. With both SHIELD and the Avengers in reach, as well as other factions on Earth, Steve is never without someone to ring if he needs assistance.
|Weaknesses=
'''Bucky Barnes:'''
 
Behind the emptiness of Winter Soldier's eyes is Bucky Barnes. Steve knows it, but how to make Bucky realize it? The ultimate foil and possibly ultimate weakness, the Captain is convinced that if there's anyone who can get through to his oldest friend, it's him -- and no one else. Threaten Bucky, you threaten him. Anyone who knows this can use it against Steve. 
'''Noble Or An Idiot?:'''
 
Steve can be incredibly frustrating to deal with when he won't back down from his beliefs. It brings him into conflict with politicians and his teammates alike. He will go down with the ship if it means saving lives. 
'''Outdated:'''
 
The world has changed around him. Is he an indomitable flame of an antiquated ideal? Or should he be put out to pasture with the remaining survivors of the World Wars? Steve runs into this with frustrating regularity and weathers it to the best of his abilities, learning what he can of modern society as fast as he can. 
'''Public Eye:'''
 
It's hard being Captain America. Sometimes, a guy just wants to go get a coffee without someone tapping on his shoulder and asking for a selfie or an autograph or to ask him a question he's been asked thousands of times before. Steve's gotten better about checking himself in public in terms of his abilities when he's not on-duty, but it's impossible to remain entirely disguised.
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Sonya Blade

2020-11-06T14:06:33Z

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|NameOnMUSH=Sonya Blade
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=7862
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/nIyqIyc.png
|FullName=Sonya Blade
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=TPC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=Special Forces
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City
|Education=College and OTC
|Groups=
|Quote="I don't need an escort, and I'm sure as hell not your baby!"
|PAge=28
|AAge=28
|DOB=15 August 1998
|Height=178 cm
|Weight=65 kg
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Profile=Sonya Blade is an agent of SHIELD in the WAND division. Originally a Marine, she was recruited into them at a young age and would later go on to take part in the Mortal Kombat Tournament.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=Dirty blonde hair is braided back with a few loose strands allowed to fall around this woman's ear. Her sun-touched skin unhidden by the mid-back length hair that is kept tamed within that braid. Her blue eyes are dark, though have a piercing look of someone who has seen real hell. Her nose has a slight upturn and a bare hint of previous breaks that doesn't steal from natural beauty and symmetry, only breaking it up ever so slightly. She lacks any obvious form of make up, her lips only a slightly deeper pink than the rest of her skin tone, with cheeks that are more often touched by dirt than blush.
 
Her neck is thicker than one might expect, going to shoulders that are stiffer and broader than most, covered in a black leather jacket that thickens them even more. Her arms, when visible, show a form of whipcord muscle that only comes from constant working and/or working out. Her fists have well defined knuckles that come from constant impact, hidden under tight leather gloves that have a thick metallic plate on the back with guards on the fingers.
 
The black jacket has pockets at chest level as well as at the waist with flaps to hide the contents. A blue shirt under the jacket hides much of her body further even when the jacket is unzipped. A thick weave belt comes with several pouches and holsters at her waist for various gadgets and the like. Her legs are covered in dark, black tight jeans that are further covered in leather wraps at the thighs and calves with a belt at each thigh that holds a holster with pistol. A pair of thick black combat boots completes her look.
|History=Sonya grew up idolizing her father, Major Herman Blade. A marine, her father would often spend time away from home but often made a point to come and see his daughter when he could. She appreciated his job was important and hoped to one day follow in his foot steps. Unfortunately, he'd end up going on a mission and never returning. No one said what happened to him, just that he was gone and now they were without him. This would become the driving force behind her life from that point forward. 
She'd go on to become a Marine herself, not making a great deal of friends but showing a drive, determination, and skill that would draw many eyes. She wanted so badly not only to honor her father's memory but also to find out what happened to him. She pushed herself to raise in ranks until, at the age of twenty, she'd get recruited into SHIELD. At first she was tentative but she realized such an organization might actually be able to get her the info about her father she sought. SHIELD proceeded to continue her training and finish her college education in botany (you gotta have some kind of degree to be an officer and she liked plants. Wanna fight about it?!)
 
One of her first assignments was to pursue a criminal group and its leader that would later be the death of her partner. Upon one mission pursuing them, her partner would be captured and brutally murdered. The man that did it became a thorn in her side for a long time to come. Mentally, she could not get over this situation and wanted to rectify it. Upon return and recovery, she threw herself into finding out more about this man but went through partners like paper. She kept requesting none and things were going south until she was approached about an upcoming tournament...
 
Her skill and determination was something that had caught the eye of those who put together the Mortal Kombat Tournament. This tournament was technically for residences of Earth to face off against those from another dimension called Outerworld. If Outerworld ever won ten in a row, they'd actually be allowed to invade. Even with the changes to Earth, the tournament was still held and was considered important. Someone wanted to see Sonya Blade compete but warned her that she'd need an edge. She wasn't sure of this but then it was revealed to her that Kano would be there.
 
SHIELD, for their part, was on board as well but agreed that the people she'd face were something a step above human. Working with the agents in the WAND division, they determined that Sonya had everything she needed to draw upon her own internal energy or chi. They offered her technology that would draw out her latent chi and training to help her integrate it into everything she does. They were eager to get an agent into the Mortal Kombat Tournament and report back on what they found. Sonya was their perfect opportunity.
 
The tech and training put her on a more level field with the people in the tournament. While there she'd keep an eye open and she'd pursue the man that killed her partner at the tournament. She did not win the tournament but that was hardly her goal. She'd return to SHIELD and be put into WAND. From there, she'd continue her work though now she was given new responsibilities involving otherworldly threats. Especially given the amount of technology and the like that was taken from Outerworld by that criminal organization. Since then, she's been working hard as usual, putting forth effort to increase her position and find out more about both otherworldly threats, about her father's situation, and where the man that killed her partner is.
|Personality=She is a laser focused machine that will not take crap from anyone with a somewhat short fuse. She takes on missions, does not give up, and faces off against odds that are astronomical without blinking. She is fiercely loyal to those she considers family and a brutal problem for those she considers enemies. She doesn't really have friends. You are either someone she knows, someone she hates, or you're family. End of story. While she might broker getting mocked, even smirk or roll her eyes at you when you do...do not mess with her family unless your goal is to make her enemy list.
|Abilities='''BRUTAL WILL'''
 
For all intents, Sonya has stared down gods. She is, even with the treatment she undertook, still basically human. She does not give one damn if you are a god, a dragon, a demon, or whatever. She'll look you square in the eye and then kick you square in the balls (if you have such). One can't really call her truly fearless, but if there were a next best thing to being fearless, she'd be it.
 
'''INNER ENERGY'''
 
The training granted her by SHIELD's WAND division helped her to draw out her chi. As such, she is capable of drawing a pink energy to her hands and send it out from her hands. However, without some way to direct it, the energy simply unleashes from her hands in a sort of close range blast that dissipated quickly. It comes out very hot and anyone within a few feet of her would likely receive some nasty burns. However, past that point it mainly would feel like ambient heat. Besides her hands, she also found she could actually push her energy out through her mouth as well. She can sort of push it into her breath and breath it out. The range is very short though she combined that with her knowledge of poisons to actually infuse it into various powders to devastating effect.
 
'''PEAK HUMAN'''
 
Sonya Blade was already tough. She was, a marine and went through all the training that comes with it. Later she'd move up to a SHIELD agent and during that time she'd find out a target of hers was getting involved with something powerful and magical. For this, she'd undergo even more training in order to draw out her natural chi and energy that would push her body even further. As such, she's basically about as strong and tough as any human could get.
 
Strong enough to lift around a quarter of a ton, capable of running around 30 mph for several hours without rest. Her reflexes and agility are enough that she can catch an arrow mid flight. She's tough enough to get thrown through a stone statue and still get back up (though not without injury). She continues to maintain this capability with training of her mind, body, and spirit.
|Skills='''ATHLETICS'''
 
Her athletic skill is easily at Olympic levels. She is capable of flipping from a standing position, balance on one finger, perform feats of parkour, and is even good enough to flip on to her hands, grip an enemy with her legs, and flip them over her body without losing balance or pace.
 
'''MARKSMAN'''
 
She is skilled with most any form of gun. She is most skilled with pistols, capable of hitting a bullseye with most any pistol at 30 yards consistently, even if the target were moving. Any other weapon would be secondary to this, however, she'd still be considered highly proficient.
 
'''MARTIAL ARTS'''
 
Her fighting capabilities are a mix of military CQC, Gymnastic skill, Kenpo, and Tae Kwon Do. She would be considered a master among masters in any one of these arts but she's taken them all and rolled them into her very own style. She mixes this style into the use of her tech and gear in order to face down opponents with a form that very few would expect. She is, at the least, recognized capable enough to join in to the Mortal Kombat Tournament.
 
'''POISONS'''
 
She's a sort of dabbler in poisons. She's particularly talented with powdered poisons that she can infuse with her inner energy to attack enemies. She is not a true expert but she knows well enough how to mix the few powders she keeps on her person and not get sick doing so.
 
'''STEALTH'''
 
As a former member of Marine Special Forces and a SHIELD agent, she's trained in stealth both in urban and natural environments. She is not a master of disguise but knows how to blend in well to her environment as well as move without creating much sound at all.
 
'''TACTICAL SKILL'''
 
She has a mind for tactics. She is capable of seeing a battlefield and making solid decisions for both herself and others that can lead to victory. She is what one might call General Material. She is not the best of the best but she'd still be a fierce opponent in a chess game.
 
'''TECHNOLOGY'''
 
She is capable with technology, having a base understanding of how all of her tech works as well as a strong understanding of computer use. She is no expert hacker but it is unlikely that typical security could stop her.
|Resources='''DRONE'''
 
Her drone, named BUD-E, was something granted to her originally by SHIELD given the loose rules of the MK Tournament. She can control it via a hand computer built into the end of her left gauntlet glove. The drone is capable of flight speeds of up to 100 mph (though this is very draining on the power source), has a built in stealth function that hides it from both radar and the visual spectrum, has a small compartment capable of holding some extra supplies, and has a couple of weapons of its own. The drone has an onboard machine gun capable of unleashing a torrent of bullets that can put dents in tank armor as well as a single shot RPG. Typically it holds within its compartment an extra set of grenades as well as a couple extra clips for her pistols. In a pinch, a small explosive planted in the drone itself can be detonated or set to detonate upon impact with a target (which of course means, she'll need a new drone).
 
'''GEAR'''
 
Within her gear, she keeps a variety of items. In the thumb of her left glove, she keeps a steel garrote wire. She keeps a variety of grenades on her person, three of each at a time typically. Flash bang, frag, and smoke. She has on her two high caliber pistols at her hips and her drone keeps a machine gun, shotgun and long rage rifle stored for her. She has a collapsible pinwheel of blades that can be thrown like a boomerang. She keeps collapsible kali sticks and a bo staff.
 
'''GLOVES'''
 
Her gloves are unique to her. They are heavily modified gauntlet like gloves that are designed to help her direct the energy drawn out by the experiments performed on her. The fingerless gloves have a heavy metal and specially treated plate on the back of it that helps her to draw her energy up into it and send it out through an opening right at her knuckles. With the gloves she can focus the energy into a super heated, focused plasma that can launch out up to five feet from her. At five feet the blast would feel like getting hit by a car going one hundred miles per hour focused into the width of a single punch. If she releases it with a punch, it'd make her punch feel like getting hit by an RPG. She is also capable of using this energy slower as well, releasing it slowly for up to five seconds causing it to come out at a range of only six inches and be like a super heated plasma torch.
 
'''POISONS'''
 
She has several different type of poisonous powders she keeps on her person at any given time that have different effects depending on how she uses them with her power.
*Kiss of Distraction: She can blast out a kiss that irritates the eyes. It doesn't last very long but it can cause someone to be temporarily see double.
*Kiss of Paralysis: This blast of poisonous powder causes someone to be paralyzed though it is possible for someone of tough endurance to either only be temporarily numbed or be unaffected at all.
*Fiery Kiss: This powder simply ignites upon hitting the air and creates a blast of fire similar to a flamethrower that reaches out to roughly ten feet.
*Kiss of Death: While not always truly deadly, this powder (if inhaled) causes internal bleeding, especially in the stomach and lungs. It's likely that someone could recover from the poison (or only receive mild to no effect if they are the tougher types) but it is very likely to incapacitate a target at the least unless they resist it.
 
'''SHIELD AND WAND'''
 
Sonya is a member of SHIELD in the WAND division and has, as such, access to SHIELD Intelligent up to her rank/level as well as resources of the same. Not to mention they can offer her repairs for her tech when it is damaged.
|Weaknesses='''DEAD PARTNER'''
 
Her partner died at the hands of a man who she still has not captured (or killed). While she prefers to capture this man, she wouldn't mind seeing him dead. The problem with him, though, is her obsession with him. While he isn't always on her mind, he's always at the back of her mind. She would likely give up on a mission if it meant a chance to go after him.
 
'''ENERGY USE'''
 
Sonya's gloves, especially, are designed to help her draw out her power and she was never given full training on how to use her inner energy efficiently. Excessive or constant use of her power can be quite tiring as well as damaging. Even with the gloves, excessive use of her gauntlet blasts can burn her hands as well as drain her physically. Further, without her gloves she can at best unleash her chi through her poisons (or a kiss) or risk burning her hands badly to unleash it from her bare fists, not to mention it would simply come out in a wide arc rather than be focused.
 
'''FOCUSED'''
 
While being focused might actually seem like a good thing, it can get in her way. She tends to get laser focused upon a target or objective and this can sometimes lead to her missing out on details or even dangers.
 
'''HOT HEADED'''
 
Sonya's temper is well known. She acts calm a great deal of the time but she is somewhat easily pushed. Once she's angry she can become very dangerous but also very reckless. It has on more than one occasion gotten her in trouble with her superiors as well as gotten her into bad situations.
 
'''INDEPENDENT'''
 
She is a very capable woman that was often underestimated. As such, she has often felt the need to prove herself. Further, her partner was killed early in her career. As such, she really prefers to work alone and rarely asks for help.
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[[Category:Retired]]

Svetlana Kuznetsov

2020-11-06T14:05:38Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Svetlana
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1640
|Img=http://media.hollywood.com/images/l/gretelwithaagun.jpg
|FullName=Svetlana Kuznetsov
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Shelved
|Occupation=Former Hydra Agent
|Citizenship=Russia
|Residence=Moscow, Russia
|Education=Advanced Espionage Training
|Groups=[[SHIELD]]
|Quote=
|PAge=97
|AAge=97
|DOB=1 August 1930
|Height=170 cm (5'7")
|Weight=63 kg (139 lb)
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Gemma Arterton
|Song=Slaying the Dreamer - Nightwish
|Profile=Shortly after Nazi Germany's defeat in WWII, HYDRA shifted the focus of its experimental operations to multiple locations in the Soviet Union. The Super Soldier program tested candidates from a variety of backgrounds, ranging from soldiers to athletes. 
 
Svetlana Kuznetsov was a promising figure skater when she was selected for the program at age 18. The initial serum process went well, but there were side effects. Some subjects demonstrated uncontrolled aggression during the conditioning and programming process. Svetlana, or Subject 6, responded better than most. 
 
Then there was an 'incident' at one of the other facilities. Five test Subjects nearly destroyed the facility before they were detained. The orders were clear and simple: shut the project down. All Subjects at all facilities were put into cryogenic suspension and hidden away. That was 1950.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Standing midway between five and six feet tall, this woman isn't exactly imposing at first glance. Her build is solid and athletic, toned and efficient rather than bulky. Dark brown hair is pulled back tight to keep it out of her face, twisted and braided with nothing straying below the collar. Her face is oval and her features are soft, with a strong nose and full lips. Dark brows arch over large, caramel-colored eyes that show no emotion. She carries herself with confidence and purpose.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Shortly after Nazi Germany's defeat in WWII, HYDRA shifted the focus of its experimental operations to multiple locations in the Soviet Union. The Super Soldier program was one such operation that survived the end of the war and relocation. It tested candidates from a variety of backgrounds, ranging from soldiers to athletes to artists. Svetlana Kuznetsov grew up in a small village outside of Moscow. She was a promising figure skater, and moved to Moscow in her mid-teens to focus on her skating. Svetlana was selected for the Super Soldier program at age 18 instead. The initial serum process went well, but there were side effects. Some subjects demonstrated uncontrolled aggression during the conditioning and programming process. Svetlana, or Subject 6, responded better than most. After the administration of the serum, the Subjects were programmed and conditioned using accelerated learning techniques that used more of the mind's full potential. Combat maneuvers were reduced to rote muscle memory. It was a promising approach that initially yielded good results. About two years into Svetlana's training there was an 'incident' at one of the other facilities. Five test Subjects nearly destroyed the facility before they were detained. The orders were clear and simple: shut the project down. All Subjects at all facilities were put into cryogenic suspension and hidden away in 1950. Since that time the Iron Curtain came down and the Soviet Union dissolved. Scientists moved on to other projects and old facilities were forgotten. Some test Subjects perished as their cryo units failed. But at least one did not.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Before her indoctrination as Subject 6, Svetlana was like any Russian teenager. She was passionate about her skating, of course, but also curious about the Soviet Union's newest ally-turned-adversary: the United States. Even in the late 1940's Soviet kids were getting their hands on swing records, learning to dance, and even stealing whatever magazines they could find to learn about American fashion. Svetlana's group in the Super Soldier program was made up of athletes, as a test to try and build upon natural abilities and competitive drive. So becoming Subject 6 didn't wipe her personality so much as augment it. Her competitive drive remained, but she focused on objectives related to killing people instead of throwing triple-axels on the rink. The program was shut down when she was 18, so she can still be drawn back to that wide-eyed teenager. At least until she puts on her 'game face'.
|Abilities=
'''Enhanced Physique:'''
 
Subject 6 was given the super soldier serum as part of her conditioning by the Soviet branch of Hydra. The serum elevated her physically to match peak human capability. So she had the stamina to run for days at a time, sprinting in bursts up to 40 mph. She was durable enough to shrug off small caliber bullets and tough enough to walk away from a beating that would be fatal to normal humans. Even with her unimpressive size, Subject 6 could lift about 500 lbs. Her reflexes were quicker than the eye could follow, and she was agile enough to dodge most incoming attacks.
|Skills=
'''Education:'''
 
Much like her physical programming, Svetlana was subjected to experimental accelerated learning techniques. While her knowledge is extensive, it is entirely 'book' knowledge with little to no practical experience to back it up. 
'''Expert Soldier:'''
 
Subject 6 was programmed to be an expert soldier, at least by standards of the era. She is a precision marksman with firearms and weapons available to the Soviet military before 1950. This includes pistols, rifles, submachine guns, machineguns, bazookas, and the venerable AK-47. Svetlana can drive and operate any Soviet-era military vehicles and tanks up to and including the T-44 model. In addition, she can fly tactical and ground support aircraft that would have been state of the art in 1950. She is also an expert in military tactics, based on the 1950's Soviet military model. 
'''Figure Skating:'''
 
Svetlana was a promising figure skater before being selected by Hydra for the Super Soldier program. It's quite likely that she could have made the Olympic team, with the right training. She is still quite good, and if given the opportunity she would be very capable of impressive jumps and turns. 
'''Hand Combat:'''
 
Svetlana was programmed with the most up to date hand combat protocols available to the Soviet Union, both armed and unarmed. The overall result incorporates elements of Sambo, a softer style which is less strength-dependent and Systema, which includes harder strikes, firearms, and knives. While her fighting skills are cutting edge, that is only as of 1949. Techniques introduced later would be completely foreign to her. And due to the nature of her programming, it's difficult for her to improvise in adverse situations. 
'''Multilingual:'''
 
Svetlana's native language is Russian. She is fluent in English, French, Italian, German, Japanese, Spanish, Korean, Chinese and a few other languages due to her uploaded education, although her speech would mark her clearly as a non-native speaker. 
'''Operations Knowledge:'''
 
Subject 6 received a tremendous amount of tactical and operations knowledge during her accelerated programming. This includes espionage techniques, codes and ciphers used through 1950, radio operation, and unconventional warfare. She has the equivalent theoretical training of Spetsnaz GRU operative, just lacking the practical experience. 
'''Programming:'''
 
Svetlana received most of her special combat and operations training via an experimental 'sensory saturation' programming technique. Essentially an 'accelerated-rote' method followed by real-time practical demonstration, the advantage was that a tremendous amount of information has been reduced to muscle memory and reflex in a relatively short period of time.
|Resources=
'''Contacts:'''
 
Lana worked as a mercenary for a while after being away from SHIELD. She made a name for herself as a skilled, capable soldier and she still has a decent list of names to call. 
'''Income:'''
 
Since leaving the SHIELD compound, Lana has been working as a mercenary. She mostly takes security jobs requiring military expertise, and after being in the business for even a short time she has made a pretty good name for herself. Lana's income is enough to maintain a modest apartment in a low profile neighborhood, as well as keep her suitably stocked in weapons and ammunition. 
'''Shield:'''
 
After working as a mercenary, Svetlana has returned to SHIELD to begin working as a field agent. She can check out SHIELD resources appropriate for her mission, as well as tap into intel appropriate for her clearance level. Lana receives the usual stipend appropriate to an Agent of her level.
|Weaknesses=
'''Aggressive:'''
 
One of the side-effects of Subject 6's batch of serum was unusual aggression in some subjects. Svetlana showed an increase in aggression during her programming and training, although her time in cryo tempered that somewhat. She still tends to choose violent solutions as first recourse to solve problems. 
'''Displaced:'''
 
Subject 6 has been in cryo freeze since 1950. Finding herself awake now, she is in a very unfamiliar world. Cell phones, the internet, and pop culture are but a few things she won't understand. Not to mention needing to catch up on decades of world history. 
'''Hydra:'''
 
Subject 6 is a HYDRA asset. Just because they put her in cryo-freeze, cancelled her project, and abandoned the base doesn't mean they won't want her back. If she's spotted out in public and positively identified, she'll be back on their radar again. 
'''Inexperienced:'''
 
Svetlana received her full programming download before being put in cryo, but she had less than two actual years of training. And she has no field experience. So she's well-versed in theory, but hasn't put her training to actual use in real-world situations.
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[[Category:SHIELD]]

Tygra

2020-11-06T14:02:57Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Tygra
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=272
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/fbtntHk.jpg
|FullName=Tygra
|Gender=Male
|Species=Thunderian (Tiger Clan)
|Theme=Other
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=Adventurer
|Groups=[[Thundercats]]
|Quote="Rules are only meaningful if people agree to follow them. Otherwise they're just words."
|PAge=28
|AAge=28
|DOB=4 September 1997
|Height=188 cm
|Weight=94 kg
|Hair=Red-Orange, Black, White
|Eyes=Golden-Yellow
|Profile=Second Crown Prince of Thundera. Scion of the Tiger Clan. Son of Javan and Claudus. A Thundercat. Warrior, scholar and scout, Tygra was not always the calm and friendly intellectual he is cultivating now, once upon a time he was a wildchild, a brash young warrior out to prove he was meant to be a ruler. Those times are gone. Now he is far from home, far from his people and ready to strike out again into the unknown and find his sense of self and purpose once again.
|Description=Tygra is a human looking man with colorations and markings of a Tiger, tall and broad shouldered with ropey corded muscles. Yellow-golden cat eyes and the claws on feet and hands of a predator. His tastes in clothing have changed and are set to more readily accomodate survival, a green suit of body armor, his extending bulllwhip and a laser pistol. His boots and gloves peel back over limbs just enough for easy release of his sharpened nails and toes. By most standards he is an attractive man that is quick to smile as long as you are not an enemy or a threat to innocents or those he cares about (or cats, don't hurt cats). More human in appearance than many anthro-types Tygra does not possess a tail. This may inspire a sort of envy but that has yet to be seen.
|History=Tygra's life began on the diverse and alien world of Thundera. A planet far away from Earth, outside of the Milky Way Galaxy. His was a beginning that is riddled with tragedy. His biological father Javan of the Tiger Clan was given the option to save his people from disease by the Ancient Spirits of Evil in exchange for the price of his infant child's life. Javan chose his son. Sent away by Javan Tygra to the capital city of unified tribes, the Cat's Lair. Tygra arrived in the courtyard of Lord of Thundercats Claudus and his beloved wife. The royal couple looked at this as a good omen and took the boy in, declaring him their adopted child and the heir to the throne of all their world. For a time Tygra had everything he could ever want. He had a mother he loved dearly, a father he respected and a people. He one day would also be King and leader of the Thunderian people. Then it all changed, when Lion-O was born and Tygra soon realized he lost everything, his mother, his right to the throne. Naturally he grew bitter, envious, angry and jealous. He despised Lion-O. Despite this he still formed a familial and brothers-bond with Lion-O and no longer future King Tygra was still a strong-willed thrill loving and courageous princeling. He displayed great talents in all military affairs, a keen intellect and a physical prowess that was to be admired. Time would pass, Thundera in an epic battle waged between the dreaded Ratilla and sagely Jaga would be destroyed when the Sword of Plun-Darr was engulfed by a volcano. It's escape from this volcano would bring suffering to the entire world. It would cause it to be was destroyed. The Thunderians were forced to flee their homeworld. The Thunderians sought out a new home to call their own, a New Thundera. New Thundara s they began calling it. This planet was inhabited by many strange and new creatures, the Berbils, mystical unicorns, bizarre to wonderful aliens and some of the greatest enemies the Thunderians would ever face. Not long into colonization a new war for the survival of the Thunderians began, the remaining Thundercats as they would call themselves are forced to flee once more. Fleeing to space they are chased to the edges of their galaxy only to become lost in the abyss of beyond. With no choice but to place themselves in stasis the Thundercats become a silent and derelict ship, lost floating through the cosmos. Recently Tygra has awoken on a new world, alone, unaware of where his family, friends and loved ones may be. His pod crashed upon the Earth of 2025. No ability to reach his kin, perhaps the very last of the proud and mighty Thundercats.
|Personality=Tygra started out shy and uncomfortable with himself. As time changed he matured in to a confident, cocky and at times even arrogant young man, sure of himself and often reckless. As time has passed and he has matured Tygra has become thoughtful, calm, analytical and intelligent, he still often has an ego and can be rather impulsive but this is usually only in the battlefield or when someone he cares about or an innocent is in danger. At this point in his life he likes to portray himself as a confident, smooth and level-headed warrior-scholar who embodies integrity and right mind, spirit and heart.
|Abilities='''ILLUSIONIST''' Mentalism, focused willpower, Tiger Spirit and martial arts techniques have gifted Tygra with the power to cast illusions and even turn invisible. These illusory tricks are often limited in their execution. He can create such things as after-images, duplicates of himself or others, and realistic looking manifestations of persons or objects. These illusions do not last long and tend to take a lot out of Tygra, especially if they are complex or exceptionally long lasting. The most potent of his illusions is the ability to convince people he is not there, a form of invisibility. A trick of the optics and mind. With the usage of his bolo-whip as a foci it works much better having actually become his ritual for activation. '''THUNDERIAN PHYSIOLOGY''' As a Thunderian Tygra is tier beyond a peak human. He possesses hard sharp claws and teeth, felinistic eyes capable of low-light vision, senses of hearing and smell on par with an Earth cat, the strength of a Tiger of appropriate size and the uncanny balance, coordination and fortitude afforded a wild animal.
|Skills='''MARKSMAN''' Over time Tygra has grown familiar with advanced technology to the point he is a crack shot. A sniper with a knack for hitting his target whether it is fired projectiles or thrown. '''MARTIAL ARTIST''' Tygra is very trained and experienced in the arts of war. He is a tactical fighter who was mentored by King Claudus' finest men. He can readily handle himself in almost any environment and compete against other champions. He is an expert in many weapons archaic and exotic but a true master of the whip. '''SCHOLAR''' Earlier in his youth this is a title beyond the battlefield Tygra would not have possessed but as he has aged he has calmed, his focus has drawn inwards and he has focused his scholastic and academic pursuits, his studies while on New Thundera have assisted him in becoming a rather competent scientific researcher, a budding architect and a novice gadgeteer. He enjoys designing bases, fortifications and loves modifying his toys. If there is new technology to be found it is likely he will tinker with it. '''TECH-ADEPT''' Tygra possesses a quick and analytical mind, this supposedly coupled with his genetics grants him a natural aptitude with technology, he has a thing for gadgets, quickly figures out vehicles and is drawn to foreign technology. It isn't as though he has any real knowledge about what he is doing with it, it is simply that he intuitively learns how to operate it. By no means does this grant any form of mastery, he just ends up talented on a level he shouldn't seemingly without instruction.
|Resources='''GEAR KIT''' Tygra's Thunderian gear consists of green battle armor built from a combination of hi-tech composites. His signature extending and retracting bolo-whip that can extend up to around two dozen feet and is incredibly durable, the whip's orbs can also ignite like lanterns if the handle is twisted. A personally modified and souped up laser pistol. An his personalized microtool kit which includes a number of trinkets, like a small plasma torch and multispectrum eyepiece.
|Weaknesses='''ADDICTIVE PERSONALITY''' Tygra is highly susceptible to addiction, chink in his armor, a flaw in his personality, a genetic defect? There is no explanation on why but he hyperfocuses and it causes him to overindulge or immerse. This can run from just experiencing new things, sensations or even learning. When younger it applied to the expected, fighting, physical exertion, alchol but as he grows older he finds it applying to foreign foods, books, Netflix (if he ever discovers it), so many things could cause him to become absorbed especially in a new and undiscovered world (by him at least). '''ALIEN-SPACE-CAT-PERSON''' Tygra is clearly not from this Earth. He is a Thunderan from another world, he is not familiar with Earth customs, mannerisms, slang, clothing, any of it. He also doesn't look the part of a human being, maybe at best he can pass as a mutant but his markings, eyes, claws, colorations. None of this can be hidden. '''RECOVERING XENOPHOBE''' Tygra has always been on the side of a speciest. He holds cat-like creatures above others as racial pride dictates. He is very protective of creatures feline in nature and can show extreme viciousness to those who may show cruelty to his 'kin'. A certain level of xenophobia follows him around and makes it hard for him to be comfortable around other species, even allies and at times he can come off quite callous, rude or brusque. Also expect bad cat puns. That just comes with the territory. '''SEASICKNESS''' Although Tygra has no major aversions to swimming or water. He has shown at times the inability to last for long periods on a boat or floating above water. Much vomiting will take place and he becomes about as vicious as a kitten and not a Thunderkitten. '''SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY''' A strength but also something that can be used against him. Honor, loyalty, dignity, integrity, these are all very important to Tygra and any Thundercat. Right and Wrong are very clear cut for Tygra.
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[[Category:Retired]]

Windblade

2020-11-06T13:59:44Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Windblade
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1058
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/1KZPpmu.jpg
|FullName=Windblade of Malleus
|Gender=Female
|Species=Cybertronian
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=Titan Mechanic
|Citizenship=Autobot Commonwealth (Caminus Colony)
|Residence=Nyon (Iacon Plateau, Cybertron)
|Education=Caminus Academy
|Groups=[[Cybertron-OOC]], [[Space-OOC]], [[Autobots]]
|Quote="I am a child of the Titan Caminus. I am the speaker for the Titan Metropolex on Cybertron. And both are my home. I have only begun to fight."
|PAge=
|AAge=
|DOB=11 October
|Height=484 cm (15'11")
|Weight=718 kg (1580 lb)
|Hair=None
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Kristy Wu (voice)
|Song="Confident" by Demi Lovato
|Profile=Windblade is capable of great feats of courage. As the Decepticons unleashed destruction upon Cybertron and the galaxy, she was called into action from her home colony of Caminus. When given the opportunity to join the Autobot cause, Windblade jumped at the chance. The Autobots were more than happy to welcome her into their ranks. Her near-telepathic link to the titan Metroplex is a remarkable power that holds untold potential.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Desc (Alt):'''
 
A mostly-red jet is before you, with black highlights. Her nosecone is white with black highlights - her cockpit is lined in glass and seems to have room for two humans to fit inside. Her body is slender and compact, extrmeely aerodynamic. Her wings stick straight out from her body tipped in winglets, with two large fans mounted halfway down that can rotate in any direction. She has engines in the back with a compact tail assembly. 
'''Desc (Bot):'''
 
Before you stands a very tall robotic female. Her head is crowned with a golden headdress, and she has a simulation of short black hair above her face. Her face is white, but she has a blue highlight on her forehead like a tiara. Her eyes glow light blue - under her eyes, she has intricate red facepaint. She has a slender nose and painted red lips. Her neck is white like her face and segmented, leading into a red collar. Her body is mostly black metal with red highlights. Windblade has a curvy chest, denoting her femininity, in red curved plates. She has gray shoulderpads, and then black upper arms - which shift with blue glowing nodes at her elbows to red forearms. The sheath to her Stormfall sword is stored in her right arm. Her wrists are blue and she has black hands. Her alt-mode's red wings jut up diagonally from her back, a large fan visible in each one - black with glowing blue highlights, that taper off and show black winglets. Her Autobrand is placed on her stomach. She has a red groin-plate that is even visible on the back. Her legs are long and slender with black thighs. Her knees faintly glow blue - her calves are encased in more thick red metal with what looks like thrusters on the front, a simulation of boots. Her feet are shaped like high heels with a spike behind, and a large toe in front. 
'''Desc (Holo):'''
 
A young Asian woman is before you. She has short black hair, bound up in a ceremonial metal headdress. Her face is painted white, with red markings around her eyes, in a Kabuki-like style. She has green eyes, and red painted lips. She has pale skin visible on her neck. She is wearing a blue furisode-style kimono decorated with flowers with a wide belt around her curvy chest. The sleeves are flowing and shift to a red fabric also flower-marked. Her hands stick out with red-painted fingernails. The kimono continues on down to her feet, which she wears red-thonged sandals. https://imgur.com/a/MGlij34
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Windblade awoke in the hot spot in the core of Caminus, and soon assumes the form of a femme with a jet form. She was indoctrinated into the Way of Flame, the primary religion of Caminus, and learned sculpting as she was growing up. She made some good friends with some of the other femmes that were about her age. Along the line, her mental prowess was discovered and she was taken to a special Cityspeaker academy where she went to the brain of the Titan Caminus and learned to communicate with him. Learned to connect, and learned to speak to other bots. She eventually mastered the skills, and donned the markings of Caminus on her face to show to the world that she was a Cityspeaker officially, and joined those who worked with the Titan to help run their energy-ravaged world. This is when everything changed as a Cybertronian dropped out of the sky on them. Contact was re-established with Cybertron, and the Autobots, learning of the special talent of Cityspeaking, were asking for help with their Titan Metroplex. Windblade and a few others went to Cybertron - and in exchange energon supplies were given in return as payment for her services. Cybertron was unlike anything she has known. An ancient war-ravaged world, and very much still at war. Caminus is peaceful for the most part - some arguments but nothing like this eternal factionalization. Regardless, meeting Optimus Prime, a figured venerated as a deity to the young Windblade, made an impression, and she accepted the Autobrand. She is staying on Cybertron to aid Metroplex in his recovery.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Windblade is honest and trusting, believing the best in everyone. She has been trained to fight when necessary - but she doesn't like doing so. Her main passions are her Cityspeaking, sculpting, and flying. Though she does feel a bit... claustrophobic on Cybertron; because some parts are too dangerous for her to go to. She does respect authority - and tries not to cause waves in Cybertron's... delicate... political landscape.
|Abilities=
'''Cybertronian:'''
 
Cybertronians are advanced long-lived artificial life-forms. They have several innate traits across their 'species'. Durability: Cybertronians are extremely durable, made of living metal, able to sustain combat damage from her fellow Cybertronians up to 30 ton force. (Though her wings are a bit more fragile.) This makes their race durable against damage. Superficial or even structural damage can be repaired realtively easily. Due to not being organic, oxygen is not needed other than ease of verbal communication so they can survive in space. Perception: Cybertronians have a large suite of sensory capabilities built in in the visual and audio spectrums. They can perceive many things at once, including some that are hard to discern by other beings. Spark: The Spark is a Cybertronian's soul. These Sparks are essentially eternal - only certain things can snuff a Spark. Cybertronians normally keep their Sparks in a special casing in their chests, but certain froms of cryostasis can also preserve them. Endurance: Not even adanced machines can go forever without rest. Special circuit slabs are used to optimize their rest periods, but they can 'sleep' without their 'beds' - it's just not as restful or efficient. Strength:Being large beings made of metal, even the average Cybertronian is capable of exerting large amount of force, able to lift and manipulate around 25 tons. 
'''Energon Efficiency:'''
 
The denizens of Caminus had a severe long-lasting energy crisis, and have modified themselves and their Sparks to run on a lower frequency. This means that though Camien 'bots aren't quite as powerful as their homeworld brethren, the sustenance they ingest will last a lot longer. They are a culture of conservation, considering energy weapons to be an unnecessary waste of power - they generally focus on melee. A side-effect of this frequency shift is that their personal energon stores are blue instead of the usual violet, most often seen when taking damage and they're 'bleeding'. 
'''Fans:'''
 
Windblade's VTOL fans are useful for more than just taking off. They are a wind-based weapon that she can use in alt-mode while flying. She can even use her fans while in bot-mode while stationary for they are forward-facing on her body from her wings that stick up. She can use these fans to create powerful gusts of winds to blow foes away - or a wind vortex to suck things towards her. Or rapidly change between the two at will. Windblade can even point her fans straight down to lift herself off the ground even in bot-mode where she isn't as aerodynamic, but she can't truly fly without transforming. The fans are capable of lifting a metric ton (1,000 kg or 2,200 lb) - which is a little more than Windblade's weight, so she can carry some cargo. 
'''Holomatter Avatar:'''
 
Using built-in holomatter projectors, Windblade can create a holomatter projection up to 100 meters from her position that can more easily interact with organic species. The avatar has substance and can manipulate objects but with a strength level more in line with a small organic species such as humans. Windblade's lower-energy lifestyle inhibits the use of larger avatars. Windblade's avatar tends to be an Asian woman wearing a kimono, with the markings of Caminus on her face (which happens to look like Kabuki makeup). She can even use her touch-telepathy through this avatar, though at a reduced level. 
'''Telepathy:'''
 
Windblade is a Cityspeaker, an honored position on her home colony Caminus - the ability to communicate with Titans like Caminus (the Titan who gave himself for his colony so they named it after him). This is beyond just reading and studying the light patterns flashing over a Titan's brain module; it is essentially telepathy. She is touching the mind of the Titan... literally, communing with them and their thoughts. There's just a lot of thoughts for the mind of a Titan is HUGE (literally and figuratively). In a time of great need, she can mind-meld fully with the Titan, becoming one - but this is a very draining experience. These talents are not restricted to Titans. Or even Cybertronians. She can extend her mind into any being she is in physical contact with, forming a telepathic communion. She can share her thoughts, repair mental damage, help with psychological trauma, or create a full mind-meld, mingling minds. Generally, Windblade will not use these talents maliciously; the title of Cityspeaker is sacred to her and she would never use it for psionic assaults. Her telepathic skills also gives her a general idea of the minds around her, and mental defenses against telepathc intrusion. It would be very difficult for another to get access to her mind without her knowing about it... or to sneak up on her. This is a consent-based power. 
'''Transformation:'''
 
One of the main special quirks of Cybertronian anatomy is the ablity to transform, to take on two different forms, widely known as bot-form (the humanoid) and an alt-form. Windblade's alt-form is that of a VTOL jet, with tilting fans that can help her take off vertically. She can travel at a velocity of 600 MPH but is incapable of going supersonic. However, fast travel is not her speciality. She is exceptional at maneuvering. She has a cockpit that has some free space - able to carry two humans or equivalent, or one human and some cargo. Windblade's bot form is a somewhat curvaceious female with her wings sticking up from her back, the VTOL fans prominently displayed. She wears a ceremonial headdress and special facial markings in honor of the Titan Caminus, to signify her station as Cityspeaker.
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'''Artist:'''
 
Artistic endeavors are very valued on Caminus. From an early age, Windblade enjoyed sculpture, shaping raw chunks of metal into shapes - often focusing on Solus Prime. She has continued to refine this skill, often creating various sculptures of abstract objects or statues of her friends when bored, stressed, or lonely. She has also been recently practicing using her fans to make music. She's still refining this talent, but she's getting better at it. 
'''Diplomacy:'''
 
Part of Cityspeaker training includes a heavy dose of diplomacy. They have a unique skill, that of interacting with Titans. Thus, being able to interact with and deal with diverse and varied cultures is a necessary skill. A Cityspeaker on the job is essentialy an ambassador of Caminus; she bears his markings on her face in homage. 
'''Melee Combat:'''
 
Like most of the denizens of Caminus, Windblade has discarded ranged weapons in favor of melee. She has extensively practiced various melee combat arts, and specializes with her Stormfall Sword. But she knows how to punch and kick with the best of them, use her tessen for some defensive plays, and even uses her fans' wind-gusts to keep her foes off-balance.
|Resources=
'''Autobots:'''
 
Though new to Cybertron and unfamiliar with the war, all of Windblade's contacts were Autobots. Thunderclash, the one who re-discovered Caminus; Metroplex, the Titan whom she is speaking for; and Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and (in her eyes) a divine figure. It is natural that she would join this group and take their brand. The Autobots welcomed the new arrival into their ranks, and she can call on them for help. 
'''Diplomatic Shuttle:'''
 
Being an ambassador from the colony of Caminus, Windblade has a small but speedy diplomatic shuttle at her disposal, called the Flame of Caminus. It is simply meant for transport across the stars using FTL - it has minimal weapons and shielding, but has a cloaking device - it was more energy-efficient to hide than fight. It has seating for four normal-sized Cybertronians (counting the pilot) with a small cargo bay built in. She stashes the Spectrospear inside this shuttle when not needed. The shuttle is labeled with the emblems of the Caminus colony; it is not marked with either Autobot or Decepticon signage. 
'''Metroplex:'''
 
Windblade's main purpose on Cybertron is to assit the ailing Metroplex. She does her best to speak for the Titan who is a bit worse for the wear - who's being lived in as a city for some on the Iacon Plateau. 
'''Way of Flame:'''
 
The primary religion of Caminus is the Way of Flame, that believe that the Thirteen Primes and Primus are gods - and chief among them Solus Prime, who had the Titan Caminus' loyalty. Windblade was devout in this faith... which causes some awkward situations with Optimus Prime - whom her faith considers a deity. 
'''Weapons:'''
 
Windblade has several melee weapons that she uses in battle. Stormfall Sword: Her most recognized weapon, a light-purple energy curved broadsword that she uses to great effect. It is capable of cutting many types of objects, damaging Cybertronians, and can even deflect some laser weapons. It has a turbine built into the hilt that can be revved to increase its power. The sword is capable of being split into two thinner energy blades, but the turbine in the hilt has to be separated, so it can't be used dualwielding. She can mount these thinner blades onto the wings of her alt-form to use them while flying. Tessen: The ceremonial headdress she has mounted to her head is actually a secondary weapon. A fan-like physical blade weapon that she can use to deflect some smaller weapons fire or as a close-quarters melee weapon. She doesn't often use the tessen or even call much attention to it, so some foes can overlook it. Spectrospear: An emergency weapon that she has stashed away for special occasions. She doesn't often carry this weapon because... it's gigantic. The weapon is six meters long, making it literally taller than she is, with a devastatingly sharp and wide spearpoint. Energy can be channeled into this colossal weapon to activate the ability it's named for - allowing for temporary invisibility. She can shroud herself for about five minutes, and after which there is a half-hour cooldown. Of course, a shorter use time means a shorter cooldown proportionately. She would only really consider using this for devastating crises like a rogue Combiner - she'd have no real way of carrying it with her in alt-mode.
|Weaknesses=
'''Conservation:'''
 
A severe energy crisis has overwhelmed the Caminus colony. The denizens had to adapt to survive. They modified themselves and their Sparks to subsist on a lower frequency - thus they were more 'fuel-efficient' - not needing energon as much. But this required sacrifices. Ranged weapons were the first to go, as well as wide-reaching computer systems other than the Titan Caminus' systems itself. Other energy-intensive techniques were abandoned as well. Born after this started, Windblade has known nothing else. 
'''Cybertronian:'''
 
Cybertronians, though extremely advanced and living entities, are still machines and have some downsides to this fact. They are metallic though nonferrous. There are several diseases that can affect them (though nothing in similarity with organic issues). They are not indestructible - if their Sparks are damaged, it can cause death. 
'''Decepticons:'''
 
Though new to Cybertron and not a combatant in the Great War, Windblade's reverence of Optimus Prime, respect for life due to her faith, and the mission that sent her to Cybertron - healing Metroplex - sided her with the Autobots. She took their Brand as a homage to the Prime. This would probably mark her as an enemy to the Decepticons - though few would probably recognize her at first. 
'''Naivete:'''
 
Raised in the Way of the Flame, Windblade is a devout follower of her faith, and always believes the best in anyone. This... isn't always a good thing, especially on the factionalized, war-ravaged Cybertron. Her idealism might not survive long in such an environment. 
'''Reputation:'''
 
Cybertronians are basically persona non grata to the galaxy at large, having a reputation as savage warmongers. Protests that Windblade is young, and from a differnet world, would probably fall on deaf ears. Some Cybertronians have done despicable things to others after all. The distinctions between them are not of much interest. 
'''Young:'''
 
Windblade is young. Born within the last few hundred years, she is intelligent but lacks a personal view on the long bitter history of Caminus' woes, or of the Great War on Cybertron. She can easily find herself in a situation without a point of reference, causing confusion.
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[[Category:Cybertron-OOC]] [[Category:Space-OOC]] [[Category:Autobots]] [[Category:Retired]]

Wynonna Earp

2020-11-06T13:59:15Z

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|NameOnMUSH=Wynonna Earp
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1409
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/y5p6625k
|FullName=Wynonna Earp
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=The Heir/BPRD Agent
|Citizenship=American
|Residence=New York City
|Education=High School Dropout
|Groups=[[Dark Universe-OOC]]
|Quote=Doc: "Careful, Earp. Doing whats right, even in the face of ridiculous odds ... you are beginning to sound like a hero."
|PAge=
|AAge=
|DOB=
|Height=170 cm (5'7")
|Weight=62 kg (135 lb)
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Melanie Scrofano
|Song="Tell That Devil" by Jill Andrews (Cover)
|Profile=Wynonna is the troubled heir and great-granddaughter of the famous Wyatt Earp. A High School dropout with a penchant for rebellion, hard drinking and bad decisions, she is hardly the best choice for the position. Tasked with fighting evil, she sends the wicked back to Hell, or puts other beasties down. A member of the BPRD, which is the basement-dwelling ne'er-do-well branch of SHIELD.
===Current Player Approved: Not Applicable===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
This pretty woman looks to in her late twenties or so. She is a nicely built 5'7". She has a nice body with a hint of tight and firm muscle to it, though she is far from bulky. Her hair is brown and tumbles just past her shoulders. Her skin is fair, and she has deep blue eyes. Her full lips tend to be made for smirking or scowling, and she wears light make-up, if that. She doesn't really need it, as she is quite the natural beauty. She tends towards tight jeans, and worn, battered boots. Various simple t-shirts or blouse tops and a black leather jacket with light fringe. When she can manage it an 1800's Colt .45 Peacemaker rests on her hip. When carrying in public is not allowed, it tends to be hidden on her somewhere.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Wynonna has left a...rough life. She is the great-grantdaughter of the legendary Wyatt Earp. To put it simply, she is the heir to a great and terrible purpose. Wyatt killed a lot of terrible people before settling back east near Bludhaven, and the forces of darkness do not forget, or forgive. He died, eventually, but his actions had consequences. The forces of light blessed the family, just as the forces of evil wanted them dead. Earp's blood was chosen for an inheritance of purpose and power, making the eldest of each generation into the Heir. When his son died it became his son, and when Wynonna's dad and older sister died...it became her. Using the blessed gun Peacemaker, the Earp heir fights the forces of darkness, banishing things that SHould Not Be Here back to their own dimensions or planes of damnation. Her dad was a brutal, drunken man, and he trained Wynonna's elder sister harshly. In the end, when Wynonna was a kid, evil managed to get onto the property and dragged off her elder sister and dad, and Wynonna shot her dad to save him from torture. Her life pretty much fell apart at that point, and she ended up being expelled from High School. Drunken, lewd and violent acts made her a pariah in her community, along with her family. Eventually she left home, and she took to the road. She lived a life skirting the law or outright breaking it, until finally returning home for a funeral. It was there that she was forced to take up Peacemaker and her role as the Heir. It has been a struggle, but eventually being brought into the BPRD has helped...a bit. Now she fights evil across the world...but primarily in her own, dark little corner of it, while juggling her many, many problems.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Wynonna is a hot mess, but at least she TRIES. She has a heroic heart, though it is buried under a lot of envy, hedonism, sloth and anger. She is prone to hot-headed decisions, though she has gotten better over the years. She can lose her temper and do something stupid, and she has done some BAD things over the years, though most were before she became the Heir. She can be ruthless in her pursuit of her duty, but she is not heartless when it comes to non-evil supernaturals and similar. She has to work with some, afterall. She struggles with her role often, and has issues with authority, but...as I said...she tries.
|Abilities=
'''Willpower:'''
 
To call Wynonna stubborn would be an extreme. She could be horrifically tortured and not give up the needed information. She is very resistant to mind control and telepathy (But the strongest can still get through, though it is hard.) One of the only ways to make her given in is to threaten loved ones or innocents, but...you probably won't like it when she comes for you afterwards.
|Skills=
'''Larceny:'''
 
Wynonna has done some bad things, and she has learned from them. She hasn't learned NOT to do them, but she has learned some useful skills! She can pick a lock in no time, and can crack a safe, hot-wire a car, and all sorts of other wicked things. She is VERY good at picking pockets and similar sleight of hand. 
'''Occult:'''
 
Wynonna is no Constantine, but she knows her stuff. Mostly. Okay, only kind of. Most of her occult knowledge has been gained in the field, or from past cases. She is no expert. Thankfully, she learns quickly, and she has a pretty great research team in the BPRD. What she doesn't know herself can often be learned from them. 
'''Pushing Buttons:'''
 
One of Wynonna's most powerful skills is her ability to push buttons. The woman knows exactly what to say to get a rise out of almost anyone. Hell, she could turn a Buddhist Monk into a cursing maelstrom of violence. The bad thing is that this anger is usually directed at her. Still, knowing how to push buttons CAN be useful. The problem is that she doesn't always know how to turn it off. 
'''Scrapping:'''
 
Wynonna is not an expert martial artist, but she is brutal in a fight. She's had some training by the BPRD, but most of what she knows was learned in bar brawls and back-alley knight fights, or in the thick of it. She is a dirty fighter, and is actually very capable. She will end up with black eyes and cut lips and similar, but she can hold her own against some surprisingly tough foes, including very strong supernatural threats. This includes her marksmanship, which is good, and using knives and similar melee weapons. 
'''Vehicles:'''
 
She spent a summer fixing up motorcycles and some old cars, and it stuck with her. She is more skilled with motorcycles, but can fix up a car if the need arises. In addition, she is a VERY good driver. She can handle some insane car chases, but really shines on a bike. She can push a motorcycle to its limit, and take insane turns and survive. She can even fire Peacemaker or similar while driving. She is a terror.
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'''Black Beauty:'''
 
She has a Harley-Davidson Sportster Screamin Eagle 1200 that she has dubbed 'Black Beauty'. She loves this bike, and will reign hell down on someone who messes it up. She can drive like crazy, but is even better on this bad boy, pushing Black Beauty to the limits and beyond again and again. 
'''Bprd:'''
 
Wynonna belongs to the BPRD, or the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, which is a shady, supernatural branch of SHIELD and WAND and all that. The BPRD is a small branch of SHIELD that literally and metaphorically exists in the basement. It is filled with people who wouldn't quite...fit the rest of the organization. People that are too weird, too supernatural, or too off-kilter. Malcontents, rebels and literal children of the Devil. They have a reputation for being a big spooky, or troublemakers, and tend to have a lot of SHIELD either trying to not have anything to do with them, or keep a close eye on them. They are the spooky underdogs...and some, like Wynonna, wouldn't have it any other way. 
'''Earp House:'''
 
Contrary to popular history, Earp moved east with his family and settled on some farmland outside of Bludhaven. There is an old farmhouse and a lot of pretty much unused land and a barn and such there. She keeps it up to date as best she can, and she lives there most of the time. A lot of people do not know about the place, and it is warded against evil incursion. Basically, non-human creatures (This also means mutants and metahumans are okay) who mean her harm cannot cross the threshold at the wooden fence, and bullets and attackes fired into the estate are blocked there. A group of humans or mutants with machine guns, however, can wander in and open fire. 
'''Equipment:'''
 
The BPRD supplies her with some pretty decent field gear. Basic military gear, within reason, can be acquired. Assault rifles and SMGS, other pistols, shotguns and the like. Various kinds of grenades, gas masks and breaching gear, etc. She isn't Batman or anything, though. She also has access to basic occult gear, such as warding necklaces, rings that sense ghosts, and similar supernatural weirdness. Being the BPRD, though, these items often have weird histories or odd costs. 
'''Peacemaker:'''
 
Peacemaker is a Colt .45 that was made infamous in the hands of Wyatt Earp himself. It is the gun he used to gun down the majority of the scum he dropped (Regardless of real life history!). By all looks it is a normal, old Peacemaker kept in fantastic condition, with a flourished and decorated grip. It is magical, however. Any creature of 'evil' that picks it up or touches it is horrible burned by it, for one. This includes most supernatural types, even if they are not ACTUALLY evil. This also includes individuals from other dimensions, as it generally assumes they are from Hell or the Dark Dimension, or similar. In addition, the gun will never fire for someone who is not the heir. It will just click over to the next chamber. The gun never runs out of bullets, and if the chamber is checked it is unloaded. When fired at non-supernaturals it acts like a normal Colt .45, though the bullets tend to punch through all manners of mundane armor with more ease. It will not shoot through adamantium or anything like that, though. Come on, now. Against 'evil', in the dimensional or supernatural sense, however, it is different. The barrel lights up red when going against evil, which also helps identify creatures from wicked dimensions, whether in their own form or possessing. A bullet against them punches through the strongest supernatural armor, and is capable of dropping things of otherwise insurmountable invulnerability. If a creature from another dimension, or the afterlife is killed with the gun, they are banished back to their home dimension...and find it almost impossible to return, as it wards them against doing so without INCREDIBLY strong magic. Finally, the gun can should incoporeal things, like unmanifested creatures or ghosts.
|Weaknesses=
'''Bad Decisions:'''
 
Wynonna isn't dumb, but she does dumb things sometimes. She is given to recklessness, hedonism (Primarily drink and sloth), and a terrible temper. She can often get into really bad situations due to her own decisions...and it doesn't seem to be an issue that is going away anytime soon. 
'''Enemies:'''
 
There are a LOT of evil things that want her dead. Several different domains of Hell, including the one she primarily deals with (AKA the standard Christian one) want to put her down, along with her whole family. In addition there are numerous monsters out there, or just bad people, who want to hurt or kill her. On top of that, she has hurt a lot of folks in her past for being a selfish jerk, and it can come back to bite her. 
'''Heir:'''
 
Wynonna is The Heir, which means she carries the legacy and curse of the Earp family. Peacemaker only works for her, and she is the one who can send demons and possessions and similar straight out of this dimension with a well-placed bullet...but it means she carries the weight of the obligation. She can't escape the job. If she throws Peacemaker away, if will find her again (If an enemy doesn't). Trouble has a habit of finding her. She cannot have a normal, happy life. 
'''Ptsd:'''
 
Wynonna has done and seen some bad things. This includes shooting her father in the head. She has nightmares pretty much every night, and rarely, if ever gets a good nights sleep. Sometimes this bleeds into her waking days, but not as often.
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[[Category:Dark Universe-OOC]] [[Category:Retired]]

Slimer

2020-11-06T13:58:33Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Slimer
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1576
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/qcyVKCQ.png
|FullName=Slimer
|Gender=Male
|Species=Ghost
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Retired
|Occupation=Detective
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City
|Education=None
|Groups=[[Ghostbusters]], [[Dark Universe-OOC]]
|Quote=<lick>
|AAge=87
|DOB=12 March 1933
|Height=62 cm
|Weight=0 kg
|Hair=Bald
|Eyes=Red
|Actor=John Belushi
|Profile=Slimer is classified as a "focused, Non-Terminal Repeating Phantasm, or a Class 5 Full Roaming Vapor. And a real nasty one at that."
|Description=Well, this is... a rather disgusting, slimy looking ghost. About two feet tall, this is a floating green bulbous spirit entity. He is mostly face, with two spindly arms and a trailing ghostly tail as a lower portion. He has no hair, but has large, roving reddish eyes on either side of a broad nose. His mouth is full of blunted off-color teeth and a very large tongue. He is fully transparent and reeks of moldy onion and rotten food. To call him 'cute' would be very kind indeed: he has a charm similar to a pug that has rolled in garbage.
|History=The Sedgewick Hotel in New York was originally owned by Gozer worshippers. In one of their rituals in 1938, they attempted to summon a spirit of hunger and gluttony that would attack the city's food supply, causing havoc. They ended up summoning a semi-corporeal gluttony spirit, instead, who was mostly content to just eat whatever was on his floor, the 12th floor, of the hotel. He remained anchored to the hotel for a long time, until 1951 when someone forgot about the "no room service on 12" rule, and re-awakened the dormant haunt. Slimer became more present throughout the hotel, though he was never dangerous, but he disturbed many guests, as he was attracted to food. Finally in 2004 the hotel hired Ghostbusters to see about their little problem, and in removal of Slimer, also removed his anchor to the hotel. He would be in containment for a short time, until further events caused his release. He hung around the ghostbuster facility, and became something of a mascot. Later, he would help in research and also in containing or fighting other ghosts. His gluttony for attention was well fed in that experience, and he has learned and adapted to try to improve his relations with people further, actively seeking out more teams to 'join.'
|Personality=Slimer is a generally upbeat and friendly creature that fluxes between extreme activity and laziness. As a manifestation of gluttony, he is a glutton for two major things: food and attention. As being helpful has created a good deal of positive attention (and often food), he will lean that way when he can, but being ignored can bring out some of the more negative ways he knows to draw attention. He has spent far too long being ignored, and doesn't respond well to it generally. Food is his other major passion: everything stops for a delicious sandwich or even terribly disgusting things. He prefers things with sweet or savory taste, but the drive to consume can include whatever he perceives as edible. His anger and pettiness can drive to minor, malicious acts, but he is generally harmless, as his scope of actions generally is pretty tame. He is more likely to tie shoelaces together and enjoy them falling down than he is to actively harm anyone. Acts of violence tend to be accidental, such as driving a car through pedestrians: he doesn't intend to hurt others usually. He is reasonably creative about new ideas but is easy to distract, unless food was the original goal. He can be surprisingly selfless if he feels the return on it is good, and can be fearless in an important mission (when he feels important).
|Abilities='''ENERGY SIPHON''' Energy can be pulled in two ways. First, simply by having a very powerful ghost nearby (such as Gozer), creates a lot of ambient energy that Slimer is sensitive to and can make use of: basically feeding off the general release of other powerful creatures. In addition, he is capable of deliberately pulling PK energy out of other spirits and phantoms, which requires very close proximity to do so, but he is able to use his gluttonous nature to eat energy from creatures similar in type to himself. He can't destroy them, but he can weaken them. This is a spirit-only ability and doesn't effect living creatures, only those with an ectoplasm or spiritual nature. '''FOOD BIN''' Slimer is able to eat and consume anything in a "food" category. Eating is not necessary for survival but grants improved energy and awareness. He can consume food endlessly, although the benefits to him are not endless by any means. Slimer just has no scope of ever being 'full'. He can't completely swallow something and expect to get it back, unless regurgitating within about a minute. Even dangerous items can be consumed in this way, but a bomb set to go off before 60 seconds will still go off. '''INCORPOREAL''' Slimer is a focused, non-terminal repeating phantasm: a class 5 full roaming vapor. He is made of pure Ectoplasm. This means he is a flying ghost with unknown "life" span. He can phase: to turn freely between being able to effect the world, or to be incorporeal. If he can effect the world, it can effect him, but he is immune to all physical damage, as he is a spirit. Being hit with a baseball bat while he is 'solid' will mash him into green goo, but he can reform. He can be set on fire. He may complain; it doesn't actually harm him, but will definitely delay or deter him, mostly due to not liking being contained or blocked. He is effected by all spirit and ghost items, such as magic or ghostbusting equipment that is made to effect ectoplasm, but does not follow demon rules such as crossing salt, as he is not malicious. He is able to selectively choose which parts of his body are manifested and which are not (such as reaching through a wall to tickle somebody), but can only phase things that are inside his body (swallowed). His flight speed can only reach about 80mph, but most of the time is a sort of standard 'cruise' speed of maybe 10-15mph. He can hover endlessly and does not need to rest or sleep, although he can sleep and dream if he wishes. He can be destroyed through exorcism means or dispersed temporarily. He does not have an ability to possess anyone (or anything, no poltergeist tv sets), but can hide inside objects/people and do actions as himself. He can manipulate his body as a gooey mass within minor limits of shapeshifting to stretch or squish, but is always apparent as a green or see-through ghost. He is able to turn invisibile (except to PKE meter readings), though holding the concentration to do it for much longer than a joke or brief spy opportunity isn't usually possible. Slimer doesn't show up on video monitor and can't use FaceTime for visual means, but can speak on a phone. He has no heat signature beyond what he's recently eaten having heat (or cold). '''PSYCHIC RESISTANCE''' Due to being made of ectoplasm and a 'dead' spirit, he doesn't actually have a functioning brain. He is a bundle of spiritual energy, which is a different matter of stuff than standard psychic powers can work with usually. Trying to grab him telekinetically or use mental mind-fry force will fail unless there is a spiritual component: he doesn't have enough physical presence to fry, he won't register as even being there. Basically the rule is, if the person is a medium or has a spirit-talking ability, then it's open game: otherwise, he doesn't really exist enough: he's not a living, thinking target. '''SLIMES''' Slime is an Ectoplasm residue that Slimer emits when he chooses. Being slimed has a very "funky" feel and sensation to it. It has the consistency of thick snot, and is a semi-sticky, glue-like substance that is difficult to remove without effort. Bleach is effective, but it does not launder well out of clothes or hair. Slimer's bright green version smells terrible, and causes intense gastrointestinal distress if consumed, causing extreme discomfort for many hours. It is usually just annoying or gross, but can be blinding or can cause people to trip or be unable to use objects, as it can make it impossible to use something like a phone. It usually appears when Slimer passes through objects (or people), 'sliming' them. It can be thrown as well (like a slime ball), vomited, or similar applications. Food fuels this ability, and being drained or tired restricts the slime production, as his grip on being solid isn't as good. He is quite able to drift through objects without sliming them; in high stress or speed situations the slime is automatic. However, even if he does his best to hide it, small traces of where he was (or is) can be picked up by instruments meant to detect it, such as the PKE meter.
|Skills='''COOKING''' Flavor comes naturally to the gluttonous ghost, and he is a very talented and motivated chef. He can't stop himself from eating while he's cooking, but he can come up with some amazing spreads of food to share if he sees reason to do so. '''DETECTIVE''' Aspiring to be a ghostbuster has awakened some of Slimer's interests in being useful: in particular, being a good detective. He isn't very good yet, mind; this is a skill in training. He enjoys trying to solve puzzles, reporting things he has seen, or trying to work out a case. He usually sees many things and has some creative ideas on lifting fingerprints with his slime. '''ESCAPE ARTIST''' While yes, he can be trapped, Slimer is very good at sneaking out of said traps. Sure, it may take quite a while, but he has things to do, food to eat, and somehow untangles himself from most containments, much to the frustration of those that seek to contain him for long. He sometimes will allow himself to be captured if he needs to, as he's aware he's so good at this. '''GHOSTBUSTING''' Despite being a ghost himself, Slimer has awareness of much of what is required to bust other ghosts. He is decent with equipment and can learn, and has a general working knowledge of what must be done to trap and contain ghosts, more than most spirits do, due to contact with ghostbusters. '''SUPERNATURAL LORE''' Slimer has an innate sense and talent with spiritual supernaturals, but this is mostly a trained skill: he can tell which ones are powerful, smell the type of energy they use and make sense of it, and can track their movements even if they're invisible. He knows how to 'listen' to ghosts that others can't perceive. He can quickly pick out a spirit, demon or ghost in a room, and usually some information about them in a rough way at the least. He knows what places are haunted by investigating them, how many spirits are nearby, and so on, if he's paying attention. He may not know why they are bound to a place, but the general information is there for him fairly readily. Those that understand this can find good use in him as a spiritual bloodhound or as a gauge for when a place is getting spiritually dangerous.
|Resources='''GHOSTBUSTERS''' This is a bit of a thin resource, but if needed, Slimer does have contacts within the Ghostbusters. Getting them to do anything may be another story, but there is an open line for help there. '''GHOST CONTACTS''' Slimer has a wealth of contacts with other ghosts and spirits, although he doesn't usually recognize this as useful. He has a natural gathering of information that he just remembers and knows about a lot of other spirits and creatures, and how to contact or get more information about or from them. He gets along well with beneficial ghosts and spirits and often has no trouble soliciting aid from nice ones he meets.
|Weaknesses='''DISGUSTING''' Slimer is downright disgusting to most people. He smells like the ass's ass of a moldy onion, and the scent follows him everywhere whenever he forms to effect the physical world. He lacks smell if he says incorporeal, but as soon as he manifests, the smell is there to give his presence away. He cannot help his terrible eating habits (shovel food in!), nor his appearance as a sort of floating ghostly booger. '''DISTRUSTED''' As an ugly little ghost, trust doesn't come easily. Humans fear ghosts usually, and he's not a pretty little Casper type. He tries, but earning trust is harder than it would be for other average creatures that aren't so similar to ghostly nightmares. '''GLUTTONY''' Slimer just can't resist food. He will work tirelessly to try to obtain a particular food once he's seen it, and can be easily lured, captured, manipulated, and paid off with food treats. He's not completely stupid about it, but the value of food is very high in his view, such that it can be traded for things or favors that others wouldn't consider a donut a good trade for. '''HARMLESS''' Slimer, overall, is pretty harmless to others. His abilities don't hurt anyone generally (except by accident), and he isn't particularly scary. Being viewed as mostly just annoying and harmless can be a very big problem for being taken seriously or (more importantly to him) getting attention. '''HELPING!''' Slimer will help. Even if the person doesn't want help or begs to not be helped. His help can vary from obnoxious to exactly the opposite of helping. For example, someone who mentions wanting a car may find 80 toy cars put in an enormous pile in their office: 'helping'. He can come off as terribly obnoxious if not handled properly, which creates enemies, even if his aims are entirely positive. '''LONELY''' This trait is actually a big deal, as it contains his abilities the most. He wants to be liked, so he won't do things to harm others. Being yelled at to go away, if he senses it is really meant, will cow the ghost and usually back him off. Slimer doesn't like being alone, and will actively seek out "friends." He will attempt to push friendship on others, and will creep into even private places if he feels lonely or abandoned. These issues also make him less likely to wander off by himself, and he can form strong attachments to others. Having a clingy, smelly ghost eating their food is not high on the list for most people, though. If he is ignored long enough (which may take effort to ignore what he will do to try to get attention), he usually will leave: he doesn't like being ignored and lonely. '''SPEECH PROBLEMS''' Simply put, Slimer doesn't come off as bright, mostly due to speech issues. He's generally okay with sentences and can mostly explain things if he tries. He's often confused by elaborate speech, can't really spell, and can sometimes seem childlike due to the vocabulary problems. He isn't a child by any means and understands adult matters, but he's often simple and takes a somewhat direct view of what is said and what is happening around him. He does see more than he can explain, or realize that he should mention, if asked questions. He can be forgetful, and have a poor attention span unless the directions are very clear. He's far more articulate than "I am Groot" but ends up in a similar category of being misunderstood because he can't speak well. '''SPIRIT RULES''' As a ghost, Slimer is under a category of undead things. Powers that bind or effect ghosts effect him. Many of these things are harmless to flesh and blood people, yet can be extremely dangerous to him. He obeys laws that hold or bind spirits of a ghostly type, as well as being trappable or contained by ghostbusters. '''TRAITOR''' Villainous ghosts who are aware of Slimer's tendency to help mortals view him as something of a traitor, which can make dealing with other ghosts difficult if they are malicious. He has good standing with other ghosts that are benign or harmless, but malicious ghosts don't like or work with him.
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