[OOC] Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

[Punished GN]

A bit of both. There's no need to scrap your post, just slap a timestamp on it, and keep it moving.

Either way, no matter who bugs me, we aren't going to do this again.

[athanshadow]

I'm gonna make a cs <3 Just a heads up. Could I make a character with musical powers that affect the mind?

[SepticGentleman]

I'm gonna make a cs <3 Just a heads up. Could I make a character with musical powers that affect the mind?

@athanshadow

You'll have to make the sheet first and see what Allen says later. Just have to word it right.

[Luminous Beings]

Cassidy Lynn Daniels

Basic Information

Name:

Cassidy Lynn Daniels

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Misere

Gender:

Female

Age:

17

Height:

5'5

Weight:

110

Type:

New Student

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black, with a streak of purple

Eye Color:

One blue, one green. The right one's blue, the left one's green. No, wait, they're both green. Hold up, both blue. Huh. Maybe she's switching out contacts or something.

Ethnicity:

Caucasian, of Eastern Europe descent.

Physical Appearance:

Cassidy’s slender. Her arms, legs, and torso are all skinny, albeit this is normally masked a bit by her ensemble. She’s visibly quirky, a mischievous and mysterious smile almost constantly tugging at the ends of her thin pink lips. Cassidy normally stands upright, solid posture with a smooth, flowing gait. She moves like she’s floating, sounding as if she’s tiptoeing even in a full sprint. Cassidy’s voice matches her gait, as a matter of fact: there’s a faint hint of a Southern drawl to her words, but they’re otherwise sounding as if she’d practiced her off-the-cuff remarks in the mirror for hours before saying them. She has the voice of a storyteller or orator-she talks and you just kinda naturally listen, because her voice is easy on the ears.

Cassidy’s eyes. Hoo boy. I’m sure your first thought, upon seeing “one blue, one green” was that she’s a Mary Sue. Well, that’s not quite true. She’s like the mother of all Mary Sues. No, but really, Cassidy’s eyes seem to change in color in-between blinks at times, or in-between appearances. This phenomena’s subtle, and given that Cassidy likes to wear glasses, masks, etc, rather frequently, this effect often goes unnoticed. Especially as it’s never an outright change, from neon green to sky blue. Rather, she skips around between the shades in-between.

Cassidy’s wasn’t blessed with the hourglass figure that beauty magazines stress as the ideal form. There’s a slight curve from her modest chest to her skinny waist, but, well, to put it crudely, Sir Mix-A-Lot’s anaconda wouldn’t want none. Her face is almost diamond shape, with a rounded chin and a mess of hair concealing this trait a bit. Her hair is something that Cassidy loves to play with and mix up: frequently, she goes for the “hair draped over one eye” look, styling her bangs down and at an angle to cover one eye or the other. Her hair’s fairly short, but long enough to pull off stunts such as this. I don’t know enough about women’s hairstyles to go into much more depth here.

Attire:

S-to-the-tylish. Ya dig? Cassidy enjoys suits. These are normally purple or blue, with a collar tie that’s typically a little askew or a teensy bit too loose, tucked underneath the vest. Yeah I’m fucking up all these terms I don’t wear suits that often. Completing the ensemble is typically an inverness coat and a top hat. While her style may be a century and a half late, you can’t say it’s not there. Her clothing is eerily clean. Occasionally, depending on the look she’s going for, she’ll carry her sheath on her belt, but it’s usually empty. On her left cheek is a small, diagonal dueling scar. The angle at which it’s positioned gives her an appearance of having an almost perpetual upturned grin, like she’s constantly (playfully) smirking at some joke she’s listening to.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Cassidy Lynn is the one who, as a child, took those stories about the fox outwitting the lion a little too seriously. She’s a trickster, a schemer, a devious planner and, above all else, someone with a great sense of humor. Cassidy lives for the thrills of life, the adrenaline rushes and needless risks. She’s very clever-the sort of clever that could never find the time to do homework but always found time to think of silly questions. Cassidy loves a good challenge, a bet, or a mystery of any sort: problem solving, gambling, and adventuring all hold equal thrill to her. Cassidy’s the sort who’d want to fuck in the middle of a park with no concealment, at midnight, just for the risk of it. She’s got a bit of an impulsive streak, and while her from-the-seat-of-her-pants planning style often compensates for it, she can often find herself screwing herself over with dumb decisions or rash choices. Cassidy’s also one who’s hard to rattle. She has a very Zen philosophy on life, and merely seeks to have fun. It’s tough to get her riled up or concerned over too much-she has too much fun. For Cassidy, there’s a joke to be found anywhere, a riddle to be sifted through in even the bleakest tragedies. This can often alienate some, as she’s the sort to be giggling at a funeral or something similar. She’s kind, but not goes-out-of-her-way kind. Cassidy doesn’t get caught up very often in humanitarian causes and whatnot, but she’ll gladly do a performance-if it happens to help someone out, all the better, but she’s not out to save the world. Cassidy has a remarkable sense of humor and finds pranks or insults directed towards her more amusing than anything. She’s a big fan of pranks and general mischievousness and will likely, if left to her own devices, find some way to mildly annoy someone. = She enjoys being thought of as an enigma, keeping her motives, capabilities, and personal life private. A skilled liar, Cassidy will often fabricate different backstories for herself, different names, wildly inaccurate reasons for whatever she’s doing. Cassidy’s in it for the sheer fun of it. She's one for making friends and striking up conversation-she's pretty self-confident, and doesn't let social stigmas or pressures bother her. Cassidy tends to stick out for this reason, but amongst a school of mutants, who doesn't? A perpetual flirt and constant tease, Cassidy never seems to really settle down with anyone but seems to hit on men and women indiscriminately. What sexuality she actually is, well, that's anybody's guess-just like most things with Cassidy. She's the sort of person who will die unhappy because she wasn't able to try everything-Cassidy loves mysteries, discovieres. She'll ask a person point-blank, deeply personal questions, just to see what they'll say. She wants to travel everywhere and do everything. To an extent, this is escapism-Cassidy isn't good at handling things once they get too close, emotionally, and her constant jokes are a defense mechanism of sorts. For whatever reason, Cassidy isn't able to roll with the punches that actually matter to her. Her solution, then, is to never truly get in the ring-she'd rather sit behind the ropes and heckle.

Hobbies/Interests:

She loves solving puzzles, reading, movies, books, and work involving her hands or anything in front of a crowd. Cassidy likes dancing, magic tricks, exploring and wandering. She picks up new instruments and never masters them, starts books and never finishes them, and kisses and never fin-no I'm not going there.

Skills/Talents:

An excellent improviser, Cassidy’ extraordinarily quick on her feet and quick-witted. She’s an excellent liar, has a wonderful poker face, and has plenty of experience staying cool under pressure from years of performing. Cassidy’s also good at feeling out a crowd-or individuals-and adjusting her act as necessary to get the best results. Her power lends itself towards anything dexterity-based, and she’s also very good at detecting scams and lies, given her own experience with them. Cassidy’s also a superb fencer, and coupled with her reflexes, one of her combat-ready gifts is being able to lunge and parry her skinny little ass off.

Prized Possession:

Her fencing sword or her entire ensemble. Her fencing sword, with letters running down the blade, reads "The Last Trick".

Quote(s):

Instead of a quote, the can't-help-myself grin of someone who's pranked you good should go here.

History/Bio:

I really hate these, and Cassidy will invariably create new ones to suit herself, so Imma ask to exempt this.

Family:

Just like the backstory, Cass will create new cousins, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers whenever it's convenient.

Relationships

Abilities

Power Class:

Other

Power:

Cassidy Lynn is capable of warping reality. Now, this power is obviously very, very powerful, so I’m going to go ahead and assuage your fears and what its limitations are.

First and foremost, think of reality as having inertia. Time and space have momentum. The chair you are sitting in will stay a chair until something with sufficient force comes along and fucks it up sufficiently to make it not a chair. That’s physics, bitches. Subsequently, Cassidy has to exert a tremendous amount of energy to cause even minor changes in how something works. And, something something uncertainty principle something something Schrodinger’s cat something something, she’s able to achieve this more easily if there’s no direct observation.

Let me rephrase that to assuage the totally understandable doubts about this power: Cassidy is only capable of minor alterations, and she's only capable of doing those easily whenever no one is watching.

Sleight of hand. Misdirection. Confusion. This is how Cassidy operates. Where she is weak, she feigns strength. No one’s quite sure of what she can do-if she’s a metahuman or merely a very skilled human magician. Even some of the NEST agents and Academy people have been fooled-she's done her best to make sure there are wildly differing accounts of what she is capable of and what she can do. This is Cassidy's best skill, her one true, totally human power: she's got an intuitive understanding for how to play mind games, and runs the world like the Phantom runs the Opera Populaire.

In other words, Cassidy Lynn won’t be doing anything very drastic. Doing so would nearly cripple her. Reality also wants to return to normal: so if she changes something, it’s likely to change back to normal when she stops focusing on it. Distracting Cassidy or incapacitating her is a good way to fuck up her trickery. She does, however, have several practiced, got-‘em-down-cold forms of space-time warping that she can do easily and effectively. They are as follows.

Teleportation. Cassidy’s not Nightcrawler. She’s not poofing off half a mile away, or even doing chains of teleportation to make her impossible to hit. Rather, Cassidy employs a very direct, very short form of teleportation. Again, this is made easier if she’s not being directly observed. She only bends things a bit-she darts around a corner, and when you turn to follow, she’s halfway down the hall. She closes a door behind her, and when you barge in to follow, she’s back out in the hall. Small nudges. Nothing drastic. Anything beyond ten feet is outside of her capabilities. Once again, this is pretty much impossible for her to do if someone is directly observing her-Cassidy would have to kill the lights, and even then she'd be lucky to make it more than a few feet. It'd be pretty taxing. Successive teleporting is difficult, and attempting to use it combatively would be equally tricky.

Conjuration. From nothing, something. This is primarily done in the form of rabbits from hats and doves from hats. Really, Cassidy doesn’t do too much else with this, although she’ll occasionally conjure up very minor things. Again, this takes significant practice and is quite the strain, even for small objects. Cassidy has rabbits and doves down cold, however. She can’t command them, but she can produce a decent number of the latter quickly. They normally last for a minute or so before fading away into nothingness (once again, reality wants to stay reality, and Cassidy Lynn Daniels isn't able to change much) unless she actively focuses on it. Conjuration’s tricky, and it’s hard to make the objects last. The exception is if she’s conjuring something and swapping it out so to speak. For example, Cassidy’s playing poker, and she has four 2’s. She can change those to four aces with ease because swapping out playing cards is nothing. Swapping out those playing cards with hammerhead sharks would be impossible and also ruin Tuesday Poker Night.

Sleight of hand. Unless anyone else claims it, I’m marking Cassidy as the top dog in terms of reflexes and grace. Her ability allows her to perceive reality more naturally, and as such she can see cause and effect coming a little more easily. This is nothing so drastic as precognition-but rather, once something has happened, she knows about it more quickly. Much more quickly. Cassidy’s hand-eye coordination and dexterity are superb. She’s quite sneaky. No drawback here-this is Cassidy’s one solid, combat-ready power. She can dodge and dart around like a jackrabbit on speed because she's not capable of much else.

Cards. Cassidy’s a beast with playing cards, both in terms of card tricks, card games, and throwing cards. While most people can’t throw cards accurately, and basically no one can use cards as a weapon, Cassidy’s capable of doing so. Her power lets her put a bit of oomph into her throws, and her reflexes let her throw them and place them accurately. She can toss a playing card and have it hit with the force of a medium-speed fastball. Nothing that would kill someone, or even come close, but she can pepper her enemies with painful strikes to buy herself time to get away. Playing cards are easily deflected by strong breezes or anyone who’s not a hemophiliac.

Pocket dimensions. Cassidy’s capable of tucking objects away into a hyperspace of sorts, and retrieving them. This process takes energy relative to the size of the object, so trying to disappear an entire car would be next to impossible. But someone’s car keys? Well, that wouldn’t be anything at all.(“ Perhaps check under the cushions, I’m sure they fell down there…”) Strong blows can disorient Cassidy and open up the pockets, resulting in (comically) things seeming to fall out of nowhere around her. Generally, this is used for very small things to be smuggled-or, say, she flips a coin in the air, and poof, it's gone, and legitimately reappears in the other hand.

Now, the weaknesses I've already covered somewhat but I'll reiterate: Cassidy can actually accomplish very little. These powers sound far more drastic than they truly are-her power relies on sleight of hand and misdirection-just like any good stage magician, she makes you think she's capable of so much more than she truly is. She's smoke and mirrors. Any significant application of her power is rather taxing, an given Cassidy's physique, she's not built for endurance or a lot of strenuous activity. In an adrenaline rush, everything on the line, she could probably seriously pull off one major application of her power, and that would knock her out of the running for a while.

Limits:

Primarily, her own lack of endurane and stamina. Additionally, Cassidy seems self-restrained to the trickster motif-she really has no use for anything else, as she actively tries to make it seem like she's either the world's worst metahuman or the world's best metahuman. There is some actual debate amongst NEST officials, Academy supervisors, etc, as to whether or not she actually has supernatural abilities, or if she's just managed to bullshit everyone thus far.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Her extreme lack of endurance and the very taxing nature of powers that aren't the specific usages mentioned above, or more convoluted or dramatic applications of her abilities. She's had to practice those tricks a thousand times to get them down cold. Additionally, being directly seen increases the pressure of what she has to do, so it's a lot easier when no one's watching-or when they're focusing on something else.

Other:

Could kick Houdini's ass/is currently running through the six with her woes. She generally dresses nicely, always has a deck of cards on her. She's familiar with a lot of magician's stuff, and can do a wide range of mundane tricks. No stranger to drinking or gambling.

Sample Post:

WRITING THIS NOW

[Punished GN]

@He Who Walks Behind Cassidy is accepted, welcome aboard, friend.

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

Working with @bluemoon277 on a collaboration post to build our characters out and get some development rolling with them as well as catching up.

[Kalas]

Fletcher G. Payne

Basic Information

Name:

Fletcher G. Payne

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Fletch, The Mesmer, Mez

Gender:

Male

Age:

18

Height:

5'10"

Weight:

82kg

Type:

New Student

Appearance

Hair Color:

Dark Brown

Eye Color:

Hazel

Ethnicity:

Caucasian | Portuguese-American

Physical Appearance:

Fletcher is very much a young man. As appearances go, he would be well suited to a high-flying office job than a sportsman. His face is healthy and defined, clean shaven and youthful. His skin is a gentle olive hue and soft-looking, as if it were well moisturized every morning (Which it is, actually). His body remains very much the same, his Portuguese heritage doing well to prevent the patchy tan lines that plague most others. Health-wise, his body is lean and sufficiently proportioned. Though not overly endowed with muscles, Fletcher exercises his body enough to exhibit rough guidelines of where his muscle groups lie. He sports a six-pack, though it remains wholly undefined by athletic standards. His legs aren't entirely toned, merely lithe. Due to his heritage, he doesn't have incredibly hairy legs at all. So much so that some people believe that he waxes them (Which he may have on a few previous occasions).

His hair is immaculate. Shaved down to exactly 2cm at the sides and the back, with the back being squared off at the nape of his neck. On top, his hair is cut down to 2 inches with the front strands being left a little longer. There is a 4 inch line shaved into the left of his crown to partition his hair creating a neat parting with the hair on each side being combed in opposite directions. On the left side, the combed strands of hair are faded down to the 2cm length. And on top the remaining hair is combed over towards the right. The front strands of hair, his fringe, is then combed backward and simultaneously over to the right side. This style is held into place via the use of hair wax.

Fletcher maintains an important look about himself, as if he were constantly about to perform some illustrious trick. He may come across as self-obsessed to some or highly snobbish but he merely takes pride in his appearance and enjoys the looks that come with it.

Attire:

Obsessed with his appearance, Fletcher spends a lot of time on his choice of clothes. He maintains two styles which he would consider as everyday wear. His first and by far his most favoured being a plain white, long-sleeved shirt punctuated with a waistcoat (Usually on the darker side of the colour spectrum i.e Grays, Blues, Black) and a contrasting bow or tie (Reds, Pinks, Oranges, Light blues etc.) with straight trousers which, of course, match the colour of the waistcoat and black or brown winklepicker shoes. He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt neatly to his elbows and also sports fingerless leather gloves.

His second style is by far the more informal of the two and usually consists of slim-fit jeans or chinos of differing colours, usually pastels, accompanied by varying colours of polo shirts or plainly designed tees. His footwear for this style can be either plain coloured boat shoes, often matching the colour of his top, or vibrantly coloured Nikes, usually Air Max but he has more recently begun donning Roshe One's, without socks of course.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Fletcher is considered by most as inattentive. He is careless and easily distracted, often flitting from one thing to the next with minimal delay or hesitation. He struggles where organization is concerned and has trouble when following instructions or attempting to complete tasks. He never seems to be listening properly when directly spoken to or even particularly bothered in what other people have to say. He also daydreams quite often. Despite all of this, however, Fletcher is far from a nasty person. He doesn't intend to harm or annoy anyone with his actions and will often apologise for his lack of attention.

When he does focus, Fletcher is a force to be reckoned with. If there is a goal to complete, Fletcher is usually full steam ahead when it comes to completing it. The downside to this is that he will rarely deviate from his course of action and will quickly become demotivated when met by an obstacle that requires excessive thinking to overcome. He is quick to make acquaintances, becoming upbeat and excitable when meeting new people or going to new places. However, there are only a few he would call his true friends. Due to his careless nature, he is generally very trusting of others and often quite generous. Whether it's money or gifts, Fletch won't often hesitate to offer handouts to someone he has just met.

He is very much an easy lover. That is also down to his reckless nature. He simply doesn't invest time into relationships like he should and thus can only experience short-term flings before he grows bored or the other person grows annoyed by his gross lack of attention. He is a mediocre liar, and will at times attempt a harmless lie to try and shortcut through a conversation or situation that troubles him. When caught, however, he owns up and drastically changes, becoming too honest on some occasions.

When he is upset or angry, Fletcher becomes extremely aloof or distant. Woe betide anyone who attempts to speak with him, lest they are prepared to face a slew of cutting and sarcastic remarks. Fortunately, he never stays this way for long. Keeping in line with his carelessness, he can almost instantly switch from a bad mood to a good one if something new comes along to grab his attention. This is generally bad for Fletcher as he never gets the opportunity to fully express his feelings or emotions, which only build up causing him to become increasingly more irritable as time wears on. This is often climaxed by an explosion of negative emotion, usually anger, when his stored emotions have reached their peak. During this eruption of anger, Fletcher will verbally lash out at anyone close by until he exhausts himself. He may also strike out towards inanimate objects to vent his anger quicker. After this event, Fletcher is usually very apologetic but, much like everything else, this never lasts long.

Overall, Fletcher is great in small doses. He can be interesting and witty, some would go so far as to call him fun. But don't expect a great deal of commitment or attention from him. Because chances are, he's more likely to forget your name 10 minutes after meeting you.

Hobbies/Interests:

Due to his extremely lacking attention span, Fletcher has never partaken in anything long enough for it to qualify as a hobby. He has a great interest in trying new things, however, once he starts something he will rarely ever finish it.

He shows great interest in low-budget, terri-bad martial arts movies. He invests a lot of time and money into expanding his vast collection. He also enjoys attempts at reenacting fight scenes from the movies, most noticeably (and rather catastrophically) scenes that involve a weapon of sorts. In the midst of his vivid daydreams, that generally include Jackie Chan and a bunch of random objects, Fletcher will grab the closest item and pretend to use it in a similar fashion. This quite often results in a lot of broken glass and flaring tempers.

He has an unhealthy obsession with Hip Hop music released during the 90's and the early 00's. This is seen as rather odd, given his dress sense and general personality but it isn't something that he openly admits to in conversation. That said, he will frequently listen to various artists such as DMX, N.W.A., M.O.P. & Wu Tang Clan at considerably high volumes.

Skills/Talents:

Fletcher can understand Portuguese perfectly and, to some extent, Spanish as well. However, due to his severe lack of attention and motivation, he does not speak it as well as you might think, given that his mother is Portuguese and his father speaks it fluently. Still he knows enough to get by but rarely does he ever speak it unless his parents speak to him first.

He is a rather decent reader, which surprises most given his poor attention span. If a book grasps his wandering attention, however, Fletcher will happily spend all day reading. He sees books as one big daydream for him to enjoy. He just has trouble finding one that’ll keep him hooked.

He is naturally a good runner and a fast sprinter, being adept at both long and short distances. He trained for a little while during his high school years in track & field but like most things, he never followed it through.

During the two years readying himself to join the Academy, Fletcher underwent weekly classes in swordsmanship after it was discovered that he could summon illusionary weapons from inanimate objects. He also trained with the likes of axes and staffs though not to the same extent as swords. Despite these two years of training, he is by no means an expert when it comes to wielding weapons and doesn't show a lot of confidence when he fights.

Prized Possession:

His most prized possession is a polished onyx stone. It was given to him one day by his Grandfather, who told him that gazing into it would tell him the future. Although he couldn't believe it at first, Fletcher has spent hours simply staring at the stone and reflecting on his current situations. Not long after his Grandfather passed away, Fletcher realized what he had meant by telling him the future. He noticed that the more he stared into the stone, the more he would consider the paths in life that were laid out in front of him. He would then be forced to consider which of those paths to take until he eventually chose an answer. This is what his Grandfather had meant by ‘telling him the future’.

Quote(s):

"Huh?"
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I literally have no idea what we're talking about right now."

History/Bio:

An only child, Fletcher was born and raised in Black Fall city by his parents who are both surgeons for a medical clinic designed specifically to deal with injuries of a Meta-Human nature. So he has grown up and been around Meta-Humans for his entire life, meaning that it was only a matter of time before his powers manifested themselves. For this reason, his parents kept a close eye on him. Not so much that he felt smothered but enough for them to be able to tell if anything out of the ordinary began to arise.

For the first sixteen years of his life, there was nothing. Unless you count his severe lack of attention and motivation towards life in general. Growing up, Fletcher was rather content to sit and let the world go by, a fact that often troubled his parents. They attempted to change him, sometimes even scolding him for being how he was, but nothing helped. Then, a few days shy of Christmas 2013, his power revealed itself. He was in a convenience store with a particularly troublesome friend who was attempting to shoplift and had brought Fletcher along to aid him. It wasn't long before his friend was spotted and the pair decided to run. Fortunately for the store owner, an officer was patrolling the street and heard the commotion caused by the boys. Immediately the officer gave chase and the boys ducked into an alleyway. They were met by a wire fence. His friend scaled it with ease, but Fletcher's lack of attentions caused him to trip over garbage bag from the overflowing dumpster.

Before he could get to his feet, the officer had him cornered. Fletcher was scared and had begun to actually think of the repercussions of being arrested. He panicked and, scrambling to his feet, he backed away from the officer. But as the officer took a step forward, he was met by someone who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The police officer looked confused as he stared at the newcomer. It took Fletcher longer to realize that the person stood in the way was actually him. Or rather, a clone of himself. It was then that he moved without thought. Turning quickly, he clambered over the wire fence, leaving the officer baffled.

The walk home was tiring and as he entered his home, Fletcher collapsed into his mother's arms, who had since heard of the shoplifting incident from a friend who lived in the neighborhood. He was exhausted and beginning to run a high fever from his first experience with his powers. He remained bed-ridden for the next three days.

Over the following two years, his parents prepared to enroll him in NESTs Academy Program. But first they would help him to explore his powers, just as if he were a recovering Meta-Human patient of theirs. On his 18th birthday, they told him that he had been accepted into Academy 218. Whilst his mother had wanted him to stay at home for much longer, his father was willing for him to leave so that he may discover the full extent of his powers.

Family:

Wallace G. Payne | Father | Alive
Catarina Lúcia Payne nee Esteves | Mother | Alive
Gregorio G. Payne | Grandfather | Deceased

Relationships

To Be added

Abilities

Power Class:

Cerebral

Power:

Psychosomatic Illusion - Commonly misconstrued as magic, Fletcher's power is a mixture of Astral/Energy Projection, Pain Inducement and Sense Manipulation. Despite this he cannot manipulate a person's mind directly, only an area surrounding him (Currently 30m radius in all directions) or objects he comes into contact with, whereby whoever is located within range of his Illusions or touched by them will be affected. He creates these illusions through the use of Phantasmal Summons. These are both non-corporeal and corporeal summons that are bound to the radius of control, in which Fletcher can create and maneuver them.

• Phantasms - Fletcher can create up to three identical clones of himself at any one time. Each of them may move and act independently of each other but remain solely controlled by Fletch. These clones are commonly used to confuse and befuddle, generally masking which one of them is the real Fletcher by appearing directly in front someone to divert attention or directed attacks. However, they can also be utilized to deal damage towards an opponent during a fight. Whenever this occurs, the clones change to a purplish, ethereal form due to the energy that was once being projected into their appearance is now being focused into a physical state, which allows them the deal actual damage and inflict physical pain. These Phantasms can be summoned with weapons such as swords, greatswords, pistols or rifles though they are of the same energy that is being used to create each clone and thus, only become usable when the clones are attacking.
• Soulbound Weaponry - Fletcher can utilize random objects and summon weapons through them that alter their visual shape and physical dimensions. For instance, Fletch could pick up a broom and morph it into a war hammer or great axe. The object would still technically exist as a broom, however, a purplish ethereal form would cover the broom entirely in the shape of the desired weapon. That weapon could then be used as a normal weapon and be able to inflict the same amount of damage as any other weapon. Fletcher can summon up to three weapons at any one time.

Limits:

Fletcher may currently only summon and maintain one Phantasm or Soulbound weapon at any one time.

Controlling three clones and maintaining three Soulbound weapons at the same time is very taxing on the mind. As such, Fletcher's movement is limited when three of any summons are up, including a mixture of the two (1 clone, 2 weapons). This factor is enhanced even more so when the clones are attacking, so much so that Fletcher has to stop moving completely.

The Soulbound Weapons are noticeably less durable than their real-world counterparts. As such, Fletcher may only dish out so many attacks with these weapons before they shatter, ending the summon. (4 hits or blocks per weapon)

Excessive summoning will cause extreme exertion of the mind and physically drain Fletcher. Due to this, Fletcher is limited to casting a maximum of six summons per post. Each summon uses large amounts of energy so Fletcher will grow increasing more tired during fights or in general. There is no way for Fletcher to increase this limit due to the severe risk of ashing.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

When Fletcher summons a Phantasm, he also places a part of his consciousness into that clone. Doing so causes his senses to become dampened, his motor functions to decrease and he would generally react slower than usual. This effect would become more pronounced with each Phantasm summoned.

Additionally, when Phantasms are changed into their attacking state, they become vulnerable to damage and can be shattered after a number of hits (6). These hits can range from something as simple as a punch or kick to being struck by a car. Any physical damage still amounts to one hit. Energy, on the other hand, is significantly more damaging. Any Energy-based attack counts as two hits. Being struck by lightning or a fireball for instance would count here. Any hits that would be classed as more than an attack, such as an explosion, tidal wave or anything else on a similar scale would destroy the clone immediately. In the event that a Phantasm is shattered this way, Fletcher is instantly overcome by Mind Burn; A condition that renders him momentarily immobile and in severe pain. (1 post) Fully recovering from this condition may take as long as three posts. Also, if any other Phantasms are shattered during this period, the condition is amplified so that Fletcher could potentially succumb to a coma or, in the worst case, die.

When using the Soulbound Weaponry, if an opponent has a high enough willpower or is distracted by an outside source, they will be able to see through the illusion, meaning that they become completely immune to their attacks save for the damage caused by the real object.

Other:

- Fletcher drinks vast amounts of water.
- The 'G' in his name is an inherited name that has been passed down for eight generations. It stands for Gulliver.
- His favourite song is Ante Up - M.O.P.

Sample Post:

In Progress

[Punished GN]

@Kalas I must consult my league of Co-Gms!

I'll get back to you in a jiffy.

[Punished GN]

@Kalas Since my league of Co-Gms are useless (Literally the worst Co-Gms), I decided to take action! My notes:

Name:
Fletcher G. Payne

Yeah, I think you should change his surname. I'm too fond of "Payne".

Hair Color:

Dark Grey

Technicolor hair!
_{Really tho, he's waaaay too young to have grey hair. Unless it's dyed.}

Eye Color:

Hazel with a tint of Violet

_semi-Technicolor eyes!

He sports a natural six-pack, though it remains wholly undefined by athletic standards.

This is the first time I heard of the term "natural six pack".

After years of make-believe sword fights, Fletcher can actually handle a weapon rather decently. Although he has had no formal training, he knows for sure which is the pointy end and how to cause a considerable amount of damage. Put him up against someone with actual training, however, and his form will surely crumble.

This... feels iffy to me. What weapons does he actually know how to use? I doubt he'd do more than swing a weapon around.

... when Phantasms are changed into their attacking state, they become vulnerable to damage and can be shattered after a number of hits (6).

What kind of hits are we talking about here? Like, punches/kicks? Or the more devastating blows capable by Metahumans? How would they react to energy (Fire, Electricity, etc)?

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That is all.

[Kalas]

Okay I've made changes to everything except the name. Apologies if this sounds obstinate but I'm pretty fond of the name 'Payne' myself, so I'm gonna need a better reason if you want me to change it.

[Punished GN]

@Kalas Alright, my Co GM mentioned a few things that I agree with. Mainly stuff about the phantoms:

I would prefer the illusions to be semi-autonomous and able to follow simple commands as opposed to acting independently. The complexity of commands they can follow drops exponentially with each summon. So one phantom could probably manage "Follow that person" but with 3 they would be limited to "walk forward" or "punch that"‏

if the phantoms are able to cause physical damage, they should require Fletcher's physical energy the same way they use his mental energy. Fletcher's kinetic potential energy is sapped into the phantoms for their use, and is distributed more thinly the more phantoms there are. He becomes more susceptible to attacks this way (as he has less inertia or whatever the proper term is) and they're also not capable of delivering tons of damage. The Phantoms should be kept on the weaker end of things‏

Also, I think the system you made for measuring hits is a bit... unnecessary and can be simplified.

Another Co-GM brought up a few other issues. He doesn't think willpower is a weakness, and wants to see more weaknesses applied to the ability to create weapons.

[UrbanEvolution]

Reagan Beliakoff

Name:

Reagan Beliakoff

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Succubi, Devil

Gender:

Female

Age:

20

Height:

5’9

Weight:

152lbs

Type:

New Student

Appearance

Hair Color:

Red

Eye Color:

Faded blue

Ethnicity:

Russian

Physical Appearance:

In terms of appearance, Reagan is a rather tall girl at 5’9, and this somewhat works against her in some ways. She is built like how a normal girl would be, her legs giving her an extra one or two inches compared to what her torso in proportion. This works against her in that, while her breast size is respectable, her height can undermine it at times. As a person who often visits the gym or takes part in physical training of some kind on a regular basis, she is wiry and muscular for a girl. This gives her powerfully built legs, some pretty respectable biceps for a woman, if she is trying to show them off. She also can display a soft six pack should she decide to flex her abdominal muscles. She has worked hard for her bikini body. Her arms are slightly longer than usual and her hands are larger than most girl’s, not in width, but in length, as she has long and slim fingers with short fingernails. She had a diamond/square shaped face, her forehead taking up about a third of it. Her lips are often pressed into a line, but have a certain degree of fullness to them. Her eyebrows are ‘on point’, and have been fine tuned into a neat line. Her eyes are rounded, and have large irises and pupils. She has a very feminine button nose. She has shoulder width red hair, which is naturally curly. as Her skin, without makeup, tends to be oily leaving her acne prone, and every so often she will have black head breakouts on the ‘T zone’ of her face. She will spend hours covering this up though, as she often puts more time and effort into making herself look good than she does studying.
(based upon this image )

Attire:

Varies. She often wears leggings (often running down to mid calf)/jeans and polo shirts. She often dresses like a prep. Depending on how cold it is, she will dress warmer. She almost always has a pair of white and blue running sneakers.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Externally, Reagan is a fiery individual, often doing exactly the opposite of what she’s told because she is the alpha female and she wants to make sure you know that. She will bitch you out and she will make sure you know you are the weak link if you are holding others back. In team building exercises, you can imagine she in the kind of person who will set herself as the unofficial/official team leader. In her relationship, she is the more dominant personality and it is well known that she wears the pants and calls the shots at times. She can be possessive of her belongings and friends, meaning anyone who flirts with Maurice will probably end up facing her wrath at some point or another. She can be a very manipulative person, and will often play games with other people because she knows she can get away with it. In other words, she is a bitch. A very mean, very smart, very attractive bitch who knows she is all of those things and plays her role accordingly, letting Maurice pick up the slack. When she's not trying to take charge, she's often quiet and reserved, watching those around her with keen eyes (If I had to compare her to anyone, I'd say Azula from A.T.L.A.) and she will often attempt to psychoanalyze people for weaknesses or social habits. She can be a natural flirt at times and flaunt herself effortlessly, be it to keep Maurice interested should he seem to be getting bored for whatever reason, or to attract more attention to herself. Hell, it could be even to intimidate opposition into backing down, or to gain the benefactor of others drooling over her. She has invested a lot of her outward personality into intimidation and scare tactics.

Nobody WANTS to be mean. If everyone had it their way, they’d be the boss and everyone would be happy about it. Sadly, this is not a perfect world, and being mean is not something that Reagan initially wanted, or really wants to be. Deep down she dislikes being mean even if she doesnt realize it. When she and Maurice began dating six years in the past, she was not at all like she is now. She will, at times, revert to her fourteen year old self (the one Maurice fell in love with) when she really fucks up, or does something to someone she regrets heavily. She has built up so many walls and put up a mask of self confidence and strength that she often doesnt know what to do with herself when she’s not a fixed point, the last man standing. When a crack forms in her walls everything crumbles down and her constant self doubt, deprecation, and self consciousness rushes out like an overflowing river. She puts so much time and effort into being beautiful because she is so scared of being considered ugly. She pretends to not care what other people think because she cares too much about what they think. Her persona is a paradox in and of itself, and it’s very evident that she has still yet to find herself in some ways.

Hobbies/Interests:

She is very capable with her hands, be it modeling, sculpting, painting, etc. This artistic talent has been a hobby she has made money off of in the past.

Skills/Talents:

Her talents include swimming, painting, Taekwondo (which she is a first degree black belt in), any form of exercise (usually in form), and speaking fluent Russian, as well as English.

Prized Possession:

She has a silver necklace that Maurice really got lucky in picking from Tiffany’s that she never takes off.

Quote(s):

”I dont give a FUCK who you are or where you are from. I’m not about to tell you my life story, but I do know that of the two of us, I’m needed a lot more than you are.”

“I know full well that I’m not who Maurice fell in love with. I’ve come to terms with that.”

History/Bio:

When she was nine years old, Reagan’s family immigrated from Russia to America, D.C., to be exact. Now, this temperature change was initially trouble, but hey, it was a necessary evil. Her father was a member of the Russian American Chamber of Commerce and because of it, she was very well off. As an only child, she was also treated like a fuckin’ princess.

In ninth grade another family immigrated into the USA from Europe, specifically the UK for their various reasons (she later found out he was one of the higher ups in the Shell gas station line). The two hit it off initially. He was strong and quiet and listened to her and she felt like she was secure around him and they just… clicked. It wasn’t long until they began dating. As the years progressed she found value in herself from Maurice and was able to break out of her shell as a lot of people began introducing themselves to her. She later found out that some of the girls were only doing it to try and get to him. She, as a junior, would not have that shit. She keyed cars, defaced property, and told some girls to back the fuck off a few times. This was when her confidence turned to arrogance, and later into aggression. He won prom king, she did not win prom queen, and while he did the dance, the girl was scared the whole time because of the name she had made for herself.

When they graduated high school (she was Valedictorian), they took a year off, managing to rent a rather nice apartment together in DC. Soon after her father notified her that she had been invited to a prestigious academy in Alaska, and with some further notification, Maurice was invited too (as they really wanted a power replicator). That leaves them about where they are now.

Family:

Her grandfather, mother, and father are all still alive.

Relationships

Maurice Hendricks
"He is my beloved, and we have been together for a very long time. He is the the wiser of us, and the more mild mannered. He is... my better half."

Abilities

Power Class:

Super System, Elemental

Power:

Jersey Devil Physiology
The Jersey devil is a mythological cryptid imagined up late in the 20th-21st century about a demonic animal that lived in and inhabited New Jersey. When she so desires, she can take the shape, form, and powers of the aforementioned legendary creature, which inspired the nickname of Succubi.

Her skin, first off, takes on a red tone, and in some areas, mostly along her breast, stomach, and abdominal area takes on a slightly plated scaley demeanor. Her ankles shoot upwards into a third joint, and become more horse like, her feet ashing away into horse like hooves. Her fingers get much longer, and much more blade like, creating weapons much like those of the Witch from Left 4 Dead. New joins form from her shoulder blades, and large draconic, or bat like wings sprout, each wing is over six feet long giving her a twelve foot wingspan granting her the ability of flight. From her rear a thin but long and flexible tail grows, tipped with a spade shaped end. Her face remains relatively unchanged, save for the red skin. However her tongue becomes longer and forked and her canines grow much larger- poking of from her lips. Her hair turns silvery-white. Two horns sprout from her head, about two inches above her ear and arc slightly around outwards and are similar to that of an elk’s. The beginning is MOSTLY covered by her hair, but some of the protruding bone can be seen. These horns are no more than a foot long, however. Her eyes are the final change, as they irises become bright glowing yellow, and her irises become cat like, and vertically slit. She gains the ability to breath a powerful stream of fire, which can travel a distance of thirty feet forward before petering out.

The final abilities are that of fairly rapid regeneration in some areas like that of the wings, broken claws, and on the tail. Other areas such as the body take much longer to heal. Her strength, because of this, is exhibited to be much higher than before and her pain receptors are functioning at a lower state, since deterioration of her body is counteracted by it’s ability to repair itself, the ability mostly gets in the way. She becomes completely immune to fire damage in this state.

Limits:

Her ability to breath fire becomes less and less powerful the farther away you get. At thirty feet, her fire will burn you at most. The ability to breath fire is taxing. While she might be able to operate at a much higher level than regular, her strength is natural. She might be able to deadlift 300lbs rather than 150lbs in this state, but a person who can deadlift 300lbs normally will out power her if they can outmatch her ferocity. Her wings are large and the skin is thin, it wouldn’t be hard to tear holes in them if you can hit her. They’re kinda big targets.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Her transformation is rapid, and takes a few minutes to undergo. The problem? The amount of growth and bone shifting leaves her in a fuckton of pain very often. Giving birth is nothing to this girl, people. There is blood, and a lot of it, and it leaves her body in shambles when everything ashes away (NOT meta human ashing, I mean like, when she’s done, her appendages turn to ash). The worst incident left her in a coma for three days. She cannot regenerate forever, and if she uses her newly discovered strength too much it will hurt her normal body some for a while (she’s had charlie horses in her thighs that left her in a wheelchair for a week). While most injuries dont transfer over to her normal state, if you kill her in Devil form, you kill her in normal state too. Her ability to breath fire directly affects her ability to fly. The more she breathes fire, the harder it becomes for her to fly, as the naturally produced methane that gives her more buoyancy in the air is also used to fuel the flames.

Other:

NEST Registration Number – #5672-DC-RU

Sample Post:

Allen told Nick to write up his sheet. And so he did.

[Punished GN]

@UrbanEvolution Reagan is accepted, as we discussed. You may place her in the character tab.

Anyways, I made a few changes to Fiona's power. First, I added two Arthropod classes for her future development. Second, I sped up the rate she can transform - at the cost of a few minutes of vulnerability after she transforms (Or molts). Much like how reg-u-lar insects grow.

[Fox]

Emmerich Belle

Basic Information

Name:

Emmerich Pierre Belle

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Emery

Gender:

Male

Age:

Twenty

Height:

6' 2"

Weight:

190

Type:

New Student

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Pale green/blue

Ethnicity:

French Canadian of African descent

Physical Appearance:

Hider

Black hair, usually cut short crudely by one of the clones, connects to a neatly trimmed full beard that hides a pleasing jawline. A permanent set of shallow wrinkles adorn his brow, a result of the intense concentration required to do use his power. Between the inviting greenish eyes is settled a straight, small nose, with full lips hovering just under that. He is admittedly self conscious about his smile, and generally won't smile with his teeth as they are notably crooked. The man is certainly conventionally attractive; at 6'2" with what could be described as a functionally fit frame. Well chiseled and not quite excessively bulky. He has a pretty mean case of what some refer to as resting bitch face, but when approached or engaged he is animated and lively. Unless he's split, in which case he's mildly cooperative at best. Processing the world from multiple perspectives is taxing and requires focus, so social interactions and general mannerisms find themselves to be a lesser priority. A lack of full substance is evident in his interactions and generally accompanied by more bitch face or a blank stare.

Attire:

Emery's sense of style is varied. While on set he has worn everything from ridiculous costumes to professional attire. However, when he has a say in what he'll wear, it normally consists of a skater/grunge look; stylish hoodies, jeans that aren't too tight or too baggy and may or may not have a hole in them, and any shoes with good grip.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Emery is driven, serious, and observant. He possesses an above average intellect, not approaching genius level, but certainly greater than the general populace. His relations with coworkers and friends from highschool could be described as mostly distant or forced, largely in part to most of his interaction with them being while he's replicated. Many people have found him to be an intensely shallow character, but those that have known him recent years know him to be charmingly dynamic. It truly depends on how split up he is.

He is a very thoughtful person. In both senses of the word I'd hazard. He engages in high risk activities, not only for the fun (because he certainly does enjoy them) or the training, but because when your life is on the line, you can't afford to think of anything else. When it's just you and your opponent, focusing on anything but the task at hand can cost you everything. But overthinking, isn't something he can always escape. He considers the state of the world, countries, the people in it. The reality of coexistence that others fail to comprehend. Able to see multiple perspectives from a literal standpoint, Emmerich understands better than most how an individual's actions can affect another. Because of this, and perhaps a strong moral background, he tends to be compassionate and sympathetic towards others. If he sees a person in need of help, he'll generally stop what he's doing and take care of them as best he can. The caretaker is a role he tends to take naturally, but to maintain that role presents troubles if he's split. To even attempt to offer half the support to someone who depends on him than what their accustomed would be entirely unfair. He knows, because it has cost him a relationship or two already.

Being very open minded, many of Emery's viewpoints are liberal. He doesn't believe that strong morals stem from a need for a higher power, but instead that you can be a good person of your own accord. In his opinion, the only truly immoral acts are those that intentionally negatively impact others. Now, in no means is he a pacifist. Bigotry, oppression, outright manipulation. These are the things that make his blood boil. He finds it near impossible to respect anyone who feels that the only way for them to rise to success is to bring others down in the process.

He's actually pretty materialistic, but it may stem from the fact that he often needs more than one of something while he's split; another laptop, another cellphone, another car... The list goes on to maintain any sort of convenience, and maybe as a result he tends to want a lot things in his life.

Hobbies/Interests:

Emery is a very active guy; dancing, hiking, climbing, sky diving, swimming, paintball, you name it. If there's an adrenaline junkie stigma attached to the activity, it's a safe bet that he has participated or plans to participate in it. He enjoys reading very much, particularly sci-fi novels. Surprise, surprise, he just so happens to love fast cars and motorcycles.

Skills/Talents:

Driving, freerunning/parkour, advanced martial arts. He has all the consistent trademarks any great stuntman should and he's a magnificent cook to boot. He speaks French and English, though both are accented.

Prized Possession:

A copy of a new action film he played in named Beacon.

Quote(s):

"... sorry. I wasn't really all there."
"No one should feel the need to dim the light of others in order to shine themselves."

History/Bio:

Emery's early life was mostly uneventful. The third of four children, he was born into a shitty, run down neighborhood that his parents had settled in. Sirens and gunshots were regular ambiance and without the upstairs neighbors partying long into the night, it just didn't feel like home. Before his second birthday, his parents either decided they were too good for that lifestyle or their children were. They heaved the kids and what little they had to a slightly less trashy area in a whole new state. Over the next decade, his mother juggled nursing school, a night job, and an afternoon daycare while his father worked with computers and watched the kids around her schedule. It was a hectic lifestyle that they were too young to manage, yet miraculously they did, though not without a few setbacks. Emery's oldest sibling was fairly well behaved and even tempered. With a four year age difference she quickly became responsible for what her parents couldn't be. The second eldest yearned for his parent's attention, far too young to comprehend the immense sacrifices his parents were making to provide for them. He acted out regularly and a cycle of atrocious behavior formed that carried on well into his adult life. Emery on the other hand was quiet and withdrawn. Intensely introverted, he spent more time in his own head than he did interacting with others. More times than not, he was entirely forgotten at home. Family and friends could visit for days and neither see nor hear a sign of him. The only time he seemed to take interest in those outside his immediate family was if he had a question that they would have an answer to. At school things were relatively the same. The other children flocked to his brother, the rebel, but neglected to even acknowledge Emery, so he simply avoided them. Teachers though, found themselves increasingly invested in his budding mind. His voracious curiosity and appetite for knowledge, coupled with an impressive ability to process and understand information often left them stunned. Letters were sent home constantly advising his parents to appeal for early advancements, but the pair never found the time and arrangements were never made. It was then that he faced his first of many bouts with anger.

By the time Emery had entered middle school, his family had moved six times, each new home a small bit larger, each new town a small bit nicer. Their final move landed them in America. His mother, a full fledged registered nurse now worked privately with children with special needs while his father taught at a local university. Finally, they had settled down, but the unfamiliarity of actual stability was jarring to Emery and he felt overwhelmed with frustration. He expressed it aggressively, often returning from school with bruised knuckles and black eyes. Rather than undergo the costly and lengthy process of therapy sessions, his parents opted to join a local church. They had hoped that the religious community might help to mold their children in ways they could not, and in many ways they were right. It instilled a strong moral code within Emery and gave him composure and patience that carried into his later life. Still, the ever curious, thoughtful mind of his whirred with more questions than answers. How could a god that loves all his creation leave them to their own devices to corrupt and destroy what he loves? Why would he choose to watch over and guide a family like his and not one of the poverty stricken, war torn, starving nations of the world? How could an all powerful, all knowing being sit idly by as bigoted politicians with their own selfish agendas guided the world without all the facts? He found issue at every turn, becoming increasingly disgusted with a religion that could worship such an uninterested "god" and any who might claim it as their own.

Soon the anger was back, but more sour and brooding. He felt defeated. And the only ones he felt he could talk to, his parents, followed their faith so blindly they wouldn't acknowledge a hint of worth in his issue. The cognitive dissonance he felt at such a young age presented something of an existential crisis that he wasn't quite sure how to bear. Deflated, devalued, and altogether alone Emery's dismay culminated in a suicide attempt. He found himself standing high above the city, looking down at the busy street below from his position at the edge of rooftop. His self isolation left him with no friends to speak of and from his perspective, no one could possibly careless about his life, or death for that matter. His existence seemed a moot point in a sea inconsequential events. As he stood there shuddering from weak sobs, a familiar voice called from behind him; his own. What happened next began a gradual recovery. His realization that he was a metahuman somehow gave him new purpose, new drive. The ability lent itself to learning, allowing him to tackle multiple challenges at once, which in turn opened more and more opportunities.

By graduation he'd been working two jobs simultaneously, though he left both to begin a career as a professional stuntman. In the two years since he's last used his powers, Emmerich has moved to Hollywood and developed quite a successful start to his career. He's made sure that life without powers is manageable, though he can see many practical uses of his power that he'd rather enjoy. Getting registered will allow those uses to be explored, so it's only the next logical step.

Family:

Pierre Belle- Father (distant)
Claudette Belle- Mother (distant)
Evelyn Belle- Sister (distant)
Marc Belle- Brother (distant)
Laurie Belle- Sister (distant)

Relationships
None yet.

Abilities

Power Class:

Super System

Power:

Self replication. A fairly straightforward ability, Emery is able to, with much concentration, manifest physical copies of himself.

Limits/Weaknesses:

Splitting consciousness is a strange game. While he can absorb information and retain skills through his clones, the returns are always watered down proportionately. For example, if clone 1 were reading a book on mechanics, and clone two a book on beekeeping, approximately 33% of the information either of them digested would be retained.
Creating more than one clone at any given time stretches the available energies in a way that reduces their strength along with his by similar proportions as seen above.
While Emmerich is able to perceive and act through as many clones as he's produced at once, the consciousness isn't shared. They don't think the same thoughts as one collective hive mind. Because of this, unless a form of communication is maintained, the only time information is passed from one clone to another is when they assimilate.
Clones come into the world naked and return in a similar manner, so spare clothing and some privacy are usually preferred before getting started.
Clones can't assimilate with other clones; they must all return to the original.
The process itself isn't a quick one and can take anywhere from 10-20 minutes per replication.
The assimilation process takes just as long and he must maintain physical contact with the replication the entire time.
Because the clones are direct extensions of Emery's body, any injury sustained to a clone, returns to Emery upon assimilation. The death of a clone, while it has never occurred, would prove extremely detrimental to Emery's health; much like a major organ failure.
In short, Emmerich is at his most vulnerable when he actually uses his power.

Future Abilities:

In time, the replications won't have to look exactly like Emery. The ability will grow to allow duplication of others, though physical contact will have to be maintained still, and replications of younger and older versions of himself.
The limit on how many clones he can create at once without adverse effects will become more lenient.
Replications can be instantaneous and with whatever clothing the target (himself or another person) is using.

Other:

NEST ID: #74632-MRE-CA

Sample Post:

Scattered sunlight pressed into the dark room from boarded up windows as a man hobbled toward an exit, frantically looking over his shoulder as he went. A piercing scream reached his ears from elsewhere in the building that stopped him in his tracks. He clutched tightly to the pistol in his hand, sweaty palms slicking the grip. Heavy footsteps, slow and deliberate sounded from a nearby corridor. The man brought his gun up in fear, shakily swinging it towards the door on the other side. His other hand wipes at his brow, desperate to keep the sweat from his eyes as he backs towards the exit. Suddenly a body crashes through the drywall to his right and lies there unconscious. "Listen, listen!" The man pleads, tears forming in his eyes. "We ain't mean to hurt them girls! It's just busin-!" His words are cut short as a knife speeds through the air, embedding itself in his arm. The gun slips from his grip and clatters to the floor as he groans in pain, clutching at his arm. Before he has the chance to reach for the gun, a tall figure erupts from the hole in the wall with a diving roll. He finds his footing and races toward the bleeding man, spinning into the air and twisting a boot into the man's jaw. The filtered lighting shows just enough of the scene to catch the blood splatter from the force. The tall figure lands gracefully, twisting into a spinning back kick that catches the man in the chest before he's finished reeling from the first. The figure takes a step closer, but the other man is already out cold. "Don't worry." The words come from a deep, gruff voice. "This is just business too." A gloved hand grasps the gun and fires it into the two unconscious men's heads. The flash from the handgun contrasts against the dark room and as he dashes towards a table, leaps atop it, then leaps through a high window, flipping into a soft landing below.

Outside a car awaits him. Sirens blare in the background, quickly approaching. As he enters the driver side a phone call comes in. "It's done." The car starts and immediately peels out, spewing pebbles from the gravel road beneath the tires. "Good. We'll be transferring the funds into your account shortly. We appreciate your service." A woman's voice replied, abruptly hanging up afterwards. The sirens closed in, just as the car skidded onto the service road along the highway. He floored it, quickly shifting into fifth gear as the squad cars quickly appeared in the rear view. Swinging the speeding vehicle into a sharp turn was no small feat, but he did so with incredible precision and impeccable timing, narrowly avoiding an approaching SUV. The police just behind him weren't nearly as quick and collided into the incoming vehicle. Only two officers managed to maneuver around the wreck as others plowed into the growing mass of carnage. A wicked smile spread across the driver's face underneath a skull mask that cut off at the nose. He stared directly into the faces of drivers and their passengers as he weaved his vehicle through the incoming traffic on a highway. The sirens blaring behind him causing some vehicles to clear a path, while only inducing panic in others. In another moment he caught sight of a hill beside the median, that he immediately veered towards. The cops began falling behind as they worked to dodge the traffic, but he pressed forward without slowing. A helicopter swung into view, following the chase intently. Without a moment's hesitation, the driver sent his vehicle over the hill, leaping from it at the peak of the jump. For a few moments he was unsure if his gamble was worth it, but it turned out to be as a hand reaching from the chopper caught his. Another slick smirk surfaced on the man's face, as he was pulled inside. "We did it."

The scene faded to black as the helicopter pulled away into the skyline and credits rolled. The next few moments felt uncomfortably silent as Emmerich looked around, gauging the crowd's reaction. It was the first time he'd had a major acting role in a film and he wasn't sure how it'd be received. His personal fan base seemed intrigued by the idea and mostly supportive, but his acting skills had never been put to the test like this. To be fair, his part in the film focused more on the combat and explosions; the exciting life of a super secret spy, but it was the most screen time he'd ever received. His breath caught in his chest as the moviegoers broke into applause, whistling and whooping. He heard people excitedly gushing about the ending. A last plot twist in which his character killed the main character, effectively leaving them to wonder how the sequel would continue from here.

[Punished GN]

@Fox The sheet is decently written, but I have a few notes:

- He seems a bit too... perfect for my tastes. Not saying he's a Gary Sue. He's tall, good looking, no physical flaws whatsoever, has above average intelligence, little personality flaws or demons, plays a lot of sports, knows martial arts (What kind? There's plenty and saying "Advanced Martial Arts" training ain't gonna cut it for me) and parkour.

- But the main problem I see is that he doesn't have too much interactivity, imo.

- Some of his skills and interests don't add up with the backstory section. When and where did he learn parkour/martial arts? Or when did he play so many physical activities?

- His backstory cuts off... How did he get to the Academy, and why?

- The power section could use more detail, I want at least a paragraph describing everything it can do, and how it functions. Going off what you written for the limits, there is more you can write.

- Why did you put the Limits and Weaknesses together? They're separate for a reason. Either way, I want some actual weaknesses to cloning.

- Urban also mentioned that, since he's trained in so many areas, something has to give.

[UrbanEvolution]

Posted the big post.

[Punished GN]

Anyways, we're going to chill for a bit as we wait for some of the other people to catch up. Finally having that time I wanted to engage in thrilling subplots, or whatever. Have fun. I'll have the rest of my characters pop up soon.

Also, I'd like to announce @He Who Walks Behind as the third Co-GM! Everyone give him a hand! He, like Urban and Septic, will be judging the sheets when I'm too lazy too!
_{or require a second opinion}

[Punished GN]

And just to be clear, Septic offered to be the unlisted GM.

My league of Co-GMs is complete.

[SepticGentleman]

One step closer to getting the fuck out of this cunt circus.

[Maxx]

The Great and Powerful Titus MacArthur

Basic Information

Name:

Titus MacArthur

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Roid Rage, Roid Muncher, Barry Bonds, Meathead, Buttmonkey

Gender:

Male

Age:

17

Height:

7'0"

Weight:

480 lbs

Type:

Returning

Appearance

Hair Color:

Red

Eye Color:

Olive

Ethnicity:

Scottish-American

Physical Appearance:

Titus is a giant of a man. Standing at 7’0”, Titus looks down at professional basketball players. He is ripped to a ridiculous point, his entire body sculpted of gigantic, well-formed musculature. He has legs like tree trunks and long arms like concrete pillars He has an enormous pair of hands, big enough to palm a basketball, and a thick neck that makes his head look somewhat small. He has a very wide stance that makes it look like the ground should shake when he walks, and a wide barrel chest that makes him look even more enormous than he already is. Titus’ hair matches his burly appearance. It is kept in a short bush of sorts, and resembles a mane. On his face is a massive full red beard that makes him look almost like an alpha male. He has a prominent nose and intense-looking dark green eyes that make his emotions look much more intense. Titus is never just “happy”, he’s jubilant and rocking with warm hearty laughter like Santa McClaus, and he’s never just angry; he’s absolutely furious and is ten seconds from steam blasting out of his ears like a cartoon character. . On Titus’ right bicep is the tattoo of a scottish claymore with a green ribbon hanging from it and blowing in the wind. Titus’ voice is gruff and deep, like he has roid rage. He almost always sounds angry and unintelligent.

Attire:

Imagine a city kid trying to look like a lumberjack. Titus is fond of tight jeans and flannel shirts that make him look like a bigger douchebag than he already is. The flannel is often rolled up to his elbows to make him look like he does more than lift weights and drink creatine for a living. He wears a pair of brown hiking boots on his feet. When it’s hot out, he’ll wear a muscle shirt and basketball shorts to show off his huge muscles as well as a pair of ripoff Oakley sunglasses (actually the phrase “ripoff Oakley Sunglasses” describes Titus pretty well).

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

The most hilarious and informative way to experience Titus’ personality is firsthand, so this will be brief. In short, Titus is a douchebag. He has a very short temper, and has a habit of acting like a total moron when he’s pissed off. He makes terrible decisions when angry that usually lead him down a path that makes him look stupid and weak. He loves fighting, and loves gloating about fighting more. Titus rarely wins fights, despite his powers, making him the ultimate iron buttmonkey. He is obsessed with being the best and anyone who tries to look stronger or better than him. Titus seriously has an inferiority complex when it comes to other men. He absolutely has to be the alpha in any conversation or else someone’s about to get in a fight with a giant. It’s not even that he’s just being a jerk; it literally drives him crazy when anyone tries to say they’re stronger or harder-working than him. Titus fancies himself a ladies man. Ladies, however, do not. Most women find Titus creepy and overbearing. He rarely ever has a girlfriend, although if you asked him, he sleeps with a different girl every day of the week. Once again, inferiority complex.

Hobbies/Interests:

Lift, drink more than he should, lift, smoke, flirt badly, not get laid, lift, drink protein, lift, brag, drive like an idiot, lift, watch football, cheer way too overbearingly, smash things when the refs make bad calls, and lift. He likes playing basketball.

Skills/Talents:

Not winning fights and not getting laid. He’s a master at both of those. He can play bass, but rarely does because he says it’s “lame”. The bass has the same opinion of you as you do of it, Titus. So does your mother. Titus is the best power lifter in the world, but he’s not allowed to compete because he’s a meta. He’s decent at basketball too.

Prized Possession:

None

Quote(s):

“WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK?”

History/Bio:

I have used Titus MacArthur five times in roleplays, and I’ve never once given him a suitable backstory. Let’s fix that.

Titus MacArthur was born in Detroit, Michigan to a father who was an Army colonel and a mother who spent most of her time complaining about how things could be better. From his birth, Titus knew that he was different; he was never as smart as others, only learning to talk at about two years old. He had a lot of developmental problems growing up due to his strange mutations and doctors had no idea what exactly was the problem. They discovered the problem when at age three Titus walked out of the fifth story window of his apartment and landed on concrete. He was pronounced dead at the scene until he woke up in the middle of the ambulance ride and started giggling. It was then that the doctors knew that Titus MacArthur was a rather exceptional metahuman.

Titus began to grow rapidly at that point, and by age seven he was 5’6”, taller than any other kid in his school. He was bullied initially for his size, and, as his secondary power had yet to kick in, he became a bit of a punching bag for other students. He got beat up often in school but he had no bruises to show because they always healed before he got home. Then one day at recess when Titus was twelve, Titus was walking along a road which ran by the school when a real jackass of a kid pushed him into oncoming traffic. Titus was hit by a pickup truck and went airborne, where he skidded and made quite a bloody mess. As he laid limp on the ground, he began to convulse and his muscles began to move as if snakes were crawling under his skin. He woke back up a few days later with the muscle tone of a full-grown Hulk and the testosterone of a bull gorilla. He stayed at the hospital for about a week and then left fully healed despite having shattered several very important bones. The first thing that Titus did when he got back to school was find the kid who kicked him and throw him through a wall, breaking half of the bones of his body. Then he demolished the principal’s car. Obviously, the world of public education was no longer sufficient for Titus. The doctors suggested that he be sent to Academy 218, a school for metahumans like himself who needed special teachers to keep them from, y’know, destroying the world. At first, Titus’ parents weren’t too fond of the idea of sending their son away to a school, but the next time Titus walked by one of his classmates’ houses, he was shot in the leg. He shattered both of the gunman’s femurs and made quite the hole in his concrete steps.

A few months later, Titus enrolled and has been at The Academy ever since. He’s never been very well-liked due to his general demeanor of “GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR” and he gets into a lot of fights. In fact, Titus has been there so long and has gotten detention so many times that he has his very own room made of a titanium alloy where he is put when he gets detention (because the old concrete maximum security detention cell wasn’t enough).

Family:

Col. Alan MacArthur: Father.
Courtney MacArthur: Mother.
Duane MacArthur: Younger brother.

Relationships

Abilities

Power Class:

Super System

Power:

Titus is a possessor of near-unconquerable strength and regeneration. Take Hulk’s strength and give it to Wolverine and you have Titus MacArthur. Titus can smash cars, lift train engines, and crush a human skull with one hand. He can lift somewhere around 20,000 pounds, enough to bench press a pickup truck and shot put a Prius. Titus can do this because he has six times the number of muscle cells as a regular human, and these muscle cells are three times more durable than a human’s, greatly compounding his physical strength. Titus’ strength is also increased by the fact that his body is constantly over-producing testosterone, making him incredibly aggressive. He usually takes some medication to decrease his testosterone output, but it still cannot prevent a ton of it from getting into his system.

So, to answer the burning question, yes, Titus does in fact lift.

His bones are fortified to be able to withstand Titus’ strength, and if he does lift too much, his body can regenerate extremely well. Titus can heal pretty easily. Small wounds only take a few minutes to heal, and wounds on his body rarely take more than three hours to heal. The worst wound he ever got, shattering his skull, took about five days to heal. Titus is also immune to poisons and disease due to his hyper-efficient immune system. The trick to Titus’ regeneration is his incredible amount of stem cells. All of Titus’ organs, bones, and muscle cells are surrounded by quick-multiplying stem cells that activate at the moment of damage and begin to quickly replace damaged tissues. The hyperactive immune system helps this by attacking any tumors that form, making tumors highly unlikely to persist in Titus’ body (but not impossible). This gives Titus a sort of autoimmune disorder, but his stem cells reproduce so fast that it is rarely noticeable unless he received some horribly awful wound, in which case he could get rashes and such.

Limits:

Titus cannot survive instant-death situations such as being shot in the head by a large-caliber bullet or being beheaded. He cannot replace lost limbs of any kind, and he also cannot replace an entire organ if the organ and its stem cell shell group is completely removed. Titus also is not immune to pain. No matter what happens to Titus, he always feels it, whether he’s shot through the heart or thrown off of the top of a building. His healing actually increases his pain, making him more likely to pass out from excessive pain. Whenever Titus receives any kind of serious head wound, he passes out, so his head is a weak point. Also, when Titus is really badly wounded, his autoimmune disease can kick in, causing inflammation and body rashes which, while not fatal, are quite painful and slow his healing factor.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Titus is strong. He can smash pretty much anything in the rp, but his powers with his personality bears similarities to giving a seven-year-old a sledgehammer. To put it frankly, Titus isn’t very smart, like, at all. He has an extremely low iQ and, due to numerous brain injuries and his stem cell layers, actually has less functioning brain cells than your average human. This gives Titus very little common sense, causing him to often do things like land in really obvious traps or keep running past an opponent and run through a wall. Titus is very easy to outsmart. His testosterone increase amplifies this as it makes him always on the impulsive and aggressive side of things.

Another negative to Titus’ power is his tremendous weight. Despite having little fat, Titus is incredibly heavy, meaning that he is slow and can have his own momentum used against him. Any accomplished finesse fighter will discover quickly that once Titus gets going, it’s damn hard for him to stop. This makes everything around Titus susceptible to collateral damage when he’s fighting, and walls often come tumbling down when he really gets into it. Agile opponents can easily use Titus’ sluggish nature and supernatural momentum to their advantage, sending him flying with ease. All of these factors make Titus a kind of iron buttmonkey, that character who you’d think would be the bringer of justice and the kicker of ass but who is actually fairly easy to beat. Sure, if you just stand there and take a punch from Titus MacArthur you’re fucking dead, but if you know what you’re doing he is an easy opponent to beat.

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