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I'm waiting on Eisenhorn. Jericho is currently suspended in conversation.


So was I, but it's been a while and I think I'll take a different course of action.

While, uh, trying not to get myself killed.
So, I decided to go home for a nice relaxing weekend. Forgot to bring my laptop charger with me. No PC, no internet, GG.

Invader Len, Eisenhorn, you wouldn't mind if Keith runs into you guys will you?
That moment when you write a post, about to send it, and the Roleplayer Guild goes down. Smashing.
Field 9, travelling through districts 8 and 7. Foreign object entered the air space from the southern boundary. Damage to building 4-East, black scorch marks on the roof. Foreigner disappeared.

Keith was sat in a gaping empty window pane of a building, whose construction was long abandoned. Places like this were part of the only place in the industrial rim that weren’t populated – looming constructions, asymmetrical in proportion, melted and bend over double by the blazing sun threatened to collapse or break at with the right kind of encouragement. Each one was part of a delicate artificial ecosystem; whether the building leaned on another diagonally for support, or whether it’s recently fallen remains gave shade to a gravelled spot where tough weeds could thrive. In short, it was a mess. But it was places like these that Keith found beautiful.

There wasn’t much left to do to pass the time these days, except document every single activity that happened within his “territory” from the lookout. Each day was waiting for the next to arrive, then to end again, while somehow trying to stay out of the way of the police and alive. Keith only really left his concrete garden for food every few days. Days like today, but he was worried about the new arrivals and upgrades that the military force were sending into the area. Monsters like Drei, who he has unwittingly assumed was an armoured attack drone at this distance.

“Nowhere is safe anymore…” he sighed, then lowered himself down to the ground by a tendril of steel beam wrapped around his waist. His joints were getting too old for stairs. “We’ll be forced out of Domino City altogether soon. Then we’ll live the rest of our short lives wonderfully mutated and disfigured. Maybe they’d prefer that. Maybe we’d prefer that.”

He lumbered over to his car, and slid inside. Rusted to the core and missing all the back windows, it looked like it was too old and beat up to function. Truth be told, it was, but to Keith it didn’t quite matter. As long as it was equipped with four good spoked metal wheels, it would do the job.
I'm trying to find a way into the IC, without getting my character completely rekt by Drei :P
Strange. I always thought "magnitude" meant "size"

So he can't manipulate static objects? Maths/Physics aint my strong point by a long mile, but yeah the link was helpful! I'll see how iy all plans out in the RP :)
Hello! Just caught up on the OOC :D

For those of us you aren't familiar with advanced maths/ own an engineering PhD, is "Vector Manipulation" making an object bigger and smaller?
Yes, Keith is also CoDT :) I'll just move my CS over to the tab on the side!
Name: Keith Maguire

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance:
His hair seems perpetually wet, and sticks uncomfortably to his scalp. Being slightly overweight, his waist bulges at the stomach and he walks with an odd gait. Hazel eyes, clean shaven face. Despite this, he will always appear tidy, usually in a pin stripe suit.

Height: 5ft 6

Weight: 165 lbs

Personality: No matter what emotional turmoil he’s feeling on the inside, Keith will always project as calm and even tempered on the outside. He will tend to treat all strangers with kindness. He’s also quite interested in architecture – one of the few passions he has in life.

Bio:

Keith was born with a pretty useful ability, considering he was born in the industrial ring. All large constructions used steel as a foundation, and Keith was able to do his job as a construction worker pretty quickly. Faster work, meant more work, meant more money (as much as you could earn on minimum wage) that he could use to support his horribly disfigured mother. Although the levels of fog at the rim were safe for most people, Keith’s mother reacted adversely to it. Her skin hardened into grey scales, and after years of accumulation she found it impossible to walk. Keith thought that living closer to the centre might cure her, but he didn’t dare risk the move. Plus, as the monster she looked now, Police would be likely to murder her on sight – as they had done to many of his co-workers.

Keith’s life followed a pattern of work, care, sleep, eat and work again, until his mother finally died when he was 28 years old. He lost the will to work so hard, gathering only enough money to feed himself. However, he does believe that everyone in the industrial ring should have the chance to live closer to the centre, so that tragedies like his mother should never reoccur. Every day, he dreams of a situation where this can be possible.

Skills: He knows the infrastructure and floor plan of nearly every building in a 10 mile radius within his home – after all, he was personally part of the construction teams who built them.

Power: Iron/Steel Manipulation

Drawback:
• Cannot manipulate metal with an electric current going through it. If an electric current is passed through metal that Keith is manipulating, he will get an electric shock from it
• The colder the metal, the slower it will move. Keith cannot move metal that is colder than -1oC
• Manipulation range is 100 meter radius
• Metal must have some amount of Iron in it, before Keith can manipulate it

Possessions: Nothing out of the ordinary
Other: N/A
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