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The Gifted (Reborn)

ASKLEPIAN !

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“That’s twenty. Lift your arms. Higher, over your head. Good.”

A complaint was uttered, then, about the discomfort—even in this weather, ice water trickling down into one’s gear, down their sides, wasn’t the nicest feeling. Barre had heard this particular gripe so frequently that they were starting to forget to respond.

“Yeah. Well.” The medic blinked, glassy eyes fixed on where chunks of ice sloshed in the dirty little cooler—or, the Arm-Immersion Cooling Station, if you read the tape-label on the side (with an addendum jotted below: Do Not Drink.). Mashed gnat bodies rode the waves, plastered to the melting ice. Their deaths must have been glorious. Barre didn’t look at the guard; eye contact was too much to ask on a day like today. “It beats heatstroke. Grab a water and sit.”

When Barre had heard that today's guards were being denied entry back indoors where they had all the good stuff like air conditioning and cold tile floors that you can lay on if you're slick enough to not get caught, they had nearly thrown a fit. Or rather, they'd daydreamed about throwing a fit, this thrilling little fantasy that'd lasted all of ten seconds, but ultimately Barre had done what they had always done best: nodded meekly and kept it moving. They could hardly recall the exact excuse given, though if they had to guess it might've been something to do with keeping stress off the HVAC by limiting daytime access to emergencies-only until the weather cooled off.

Barre’s grand responsibility, then, was to limit the emergencies. Strictly amongst personnel, of course; if the Gifted in the camp needed relief from the heat, no they didn’t. Not until someone in uniform said otherwise, and all the uniforms had to say today had amounted to, Christ alive it’s fucking hot, and eugh, my pits are gonna chafe if I dunk my sleeves, I’ll just have a water—

Oh, wait. Shit. “Uh.”

Barre swallowed thickly, snapping back into the moment and tipping their face toward the cluster of off-rotation guards that’d been corralled in here to cool off. Had someone said that just now, or had it been earlier and already resolved? Their hands twitched nervously, thin fingers hooking one other. A hot gust of wind reached in meanly past the mouth of the tent, knocking a discarded web of six-pack rings from the table that Barre haunted onto the dusty ground. They watched the litter fall without bothering to reach for it. It was just a reminder that the tent was running low on bottled water.

After another moment of staring, Barre didn’t speak up to see who had opted out of wetting their arms. Worst-case scenario, coolers identical to the one on the table stacked neatly in the back carried ice packs and sheets. Worse-than-worst, if being stripped to near nudity and wrapped up in an ice cold bed sheet didn’t work, some lucky winner would get to go back indoors for a chilled IV and the scolding of a lifetime, probably. No doubt somebody out there, no matter how fanatical, would rather risk the heatstroke than spend another hour or so breathing down the sunburnt necks of languishing Gifted.

Which–yeah, fine, whatever. Barre wasn’t going to start headhunting heat-casualty risks, no matter how badly the urge nagged them. There were bigger fish being fried.

“One bottle each.” Had someone else already said that? Someone else had definitely said that, just now, and Barre, thoughtless, had parroted it. Barre scratched behind their ear. Air. They probably needed air. A solid gulp of that musty furnace-wind straight from the source would totally fix them. Zombie-like, Barre lurched up from their spot by the table, the Arm-Immersion Cooling Station (go on and say it five times fast), and shoved their way out of the tent. They had to squint against the harsh sunlight. Not a cloud in the sky, and Barre would like to think that it was the big and endless plane of nauseating blue stretching high above that was making their head spin but, really, it could’ve been anything. The unforgiving heat. The medication. The empty stomach. That droning and ceaseless cicada-song. Oh, to be a dead gnat drowned in an endless freeze.

Fresh air wasn’t helping, but the change of scenery was a welcome distraction. There was movement back in the tent, medical staff or the off-duty guards or both, but Barre was too fixated to retreat back to their post just yet. The strange static-prickle that had since replaced what their body understood to be pain fizzed gently up their leg, the dregs of a shattered femur that Asklepian had helped with—a week ago? Maybe. It was written somewhere. All of these things had to be. Barre shifted their weight, leaning into that sensation in the hopes that it might grow some teeth, give them something real to focus on. No dice. The prickle intensified and they wobbled haphazardly, but Barre was quick enough not to fall over, re-planting their feet and crossing their arms. Burning. Why did they smell burning?

Oh. Because, there, someone was burning something.Or rather, someone was burning, full stop. Barre went still, deer-in-headlights still, zeroing in on auburn hair and blackened earth. An uncontrolled fire in dry conditions like this could spell catastrophe for their guards. And, yes, absolute hell and torment, etcetera, for the Gifted trapped in the blaze but what else is new for these captives? That wasn’t the point and it never would be. The point was, somebody needed to do something, or a slapdash heat-relief-station wouldn’t be enough to fix the sorry state of Area 06. Somebody had to—

Oop. There it was. Even from this distance, squinting through the unforgiving glare, Barre could tell that the fire-starter had gotten a painful warning from some fed-up guard watching from the ramparts. Maybe later, after Barre had had a shower and the chance to properly cool down and decompress, they’d feel guilty about the surge of relief that hit them at about the same time that Wildfire had been zapped. But that shame would have to come later. Right now, Barre was rooted to their spot by the foreboding tent (far nicer, of course, than the ramshackle cover that the prisoners had to make do with, and close enough to the base, proper, that it was easy to divert off-rotation guards from their usual course indoors, since indoors was currently not an option), keeping an eye on the smoking char as if they still anticipated a disaster.

No disaster came, just more people. Each was subject to yet more staring because it would cost Barre too much energy to turn around and shamble back into the tent, and maybe they were starting to like it out here. It sucked, sure, but the occasional stale wind was, uh…it was something. And anyway, though they had vowed not to go chasing down individual risks, a certain heatstroke-prone-somebody was out to play, evidently drawn by the spectacle of the would-be fire. Barre’s twitching hands curled into fists for one rapid squeeze. They ought to make sure there was enough water for Blitz to have a bottle. Hell, they ought to just bring one to her now. But then, maybe she was headed indoors after this, and had no need for a store-brand bottled offering. Even so, wasn’t it the nice thing to do?

And on a day like today, wasn’t that nice thing to do also the most medically prudent?

Barre cast a shifty glance to the other two, the fire hazard and the pale-haired one whose Gift they initially hoped, for her sake, was something that might buffer her from the amplified heat in her proximity to the oven-girl, before they recalled what it actually was. Or, what they were fairly sure it actually was. Neither Wildfire nor Lucendi’s aliases occurred to Barre at the moment, though those would be the only names they cared to know the two by, same with any Gifted. No doubt they had heard or seen them at least once before, particularly Lucendi, but recollection was evasive in these conditions, and Barre had a mind like a sieve outside of their designated corners of expertise. They just knew, in this moment, that these were prisoners, and not worth the planned offering of bottled water, and maybe it would be smarter or nicer or better to wait until Blitz was done doing whatever she was doing near them and then no longer near them to go and offer a drink. Because, manners. Or something.

Not that it should’ve mattered. Nor should it have mattered that another prisoner was drawing near, meaning that Barre would have to wait for all three to disperse before the coast was clear to play the waterboy (so to speak). How frustrating. They shot Balboa a dirty look for no good reason at all, squashing a kneejerk hiccup of concern because what was she doing, just then, right before this? Working out, in this heat? What if she hurt herself? Had anybody checked? No; this face Barre recognized a little better, enough to know that their worry was both inappropriate and unnecessary. This wasn’t anything new, for that one. There probably wasn’t anything to be so worked up about.

Not. That. It. Should. Have. Mattered. And it didn’t. Today was just hot and stupid and that was making it very hard for Barre to mind their business the way they ought to.

They forced in a full chest of air and pushed it out slowly. Blitz’s ominous bat catching the light drew their eye, forced them to re-focus. Right. A gaggle of prisoners shouldn’t’ve, and didn’t, matter. Team mattered. The Initiative mattered. And so did being nice, in a sense, and Barre did a good job of justifying to themself why this was ultimately an act of kindness with no other factors to be considered as they hazily retreated into the tent, pulled one bottle from another soft plastic ring-net (biodegradable, bragged the packaging, lest all that fuss about the ol’ climate crisis be for naught), and started off. Their unfocused eyes skipped over a distant shape, one they wrote off, for now, as someone crouched idly on the hot earth, not the watchful golem that it was. They were too focused on the task at hand, which felt like burden enough as they drew in closer, trying very hard not to look directly at the prisoners, because Blitz was all that required their attention, at the moment. Until someone in uniform says otherwise.

And then Barre was there, close enough to count the freckles and the sweat beaded over every one, but they waited patiently (to them, it seemed like patience; to an onlooker, they might resemble a carrion bird settling at the side of the road) for Blitz to finish (or at least come to a natural pause in) whatever she had approached the other Gifted for, in the first place. In the meantime, they cast another look back to their safe, sweaty tent. There were plenty of staff to hold down the fort until their delivery was finished, surely.

The Gifted (Reborn)

gonna be getting barre in there shortly!

The Gifted (Reborn)

WEIR, BARRE | 'ASKLEPIAN'

ASKLEPIAN !

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Basic Information

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| Name |

Barre Weir

| Code Name |

Asklepian

| Age |

29

| Gender |

Nonbinary; they/them

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Delta

| Allegiance |

Republic; The Hunters

| In-Depth Appearance |

Barre stands at roughly 5’9” (~175cm) and has a gaunt, unimpressive physique. With a tendency to slouch, a permanently somber look, and a soft, cautious gait, they give the impression of somebody who’d like very much to disappear from view. A dense spray of freckles brings a vaguely endearing quality to their otherwise sullen face and they appear to be incapable of speaking without gesturing along erratically with a pair of thin, spidery hands.

Barre is missing their left (non-dominant) index finger and bears plenty of scars, significant and otherwise, across their body; as is to be expected, really.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Considerate ♦ Neurotic ♦ Measured ♦ Fearful ♦

At a glance, Barre is so unobtrusive and soft-spoken that they’re easy to overlook altogether. This is entirely the point. Barre recognizes that they are a small cog in a very large machine, and they have years of conditioning to thank for a deep and fundamental fear of falling out, being replaced, or being deemed unsuitable. In Barre’s eyes, the only thing worse than being a Hunter is no longer being a Hunter; no longer having the guarantee of security that their position grants, though tenuous. No matter how bad things may be and no matter what they've endured to become a Hunter, it will always, always be preferable to becoming hunted.

So, Barre wears the face of Asklepian with care. Asklepian is warm and well-behaved. Asklepian is punctual. Asklepian is patient, professional, and understanding of their superiors. Asklepian knows their place. Asklepian does not have disruptive opinions. Asklepian is reliable; a good sport. Asklepian can manage whatever work is set out for them, please, don’t even worry about it. Asklepian believes in Operation Tartarus, and they are an indispensable component in the continued capture and control of other Gifted.

This is the face that they lead with. It has always been the safest option, and Barre has clung to this demeanor for so long that it can't rightfully be called an act (well--an act of self-preservation, maybe). While Barre may not necessarily be a 'true believer', they're in so deep that it hardly matters either way. They're self-aware enough to know that, and even self-aware enough to be occasionally mortified by their own kiss-assery. Luckily for Barre, after years spent perfecting the art of checking out entirely--and with the help of numerous chemical numbing factors--they now navigate their day-to-day through a thick, insulating mental haze that has made it oh so easy to compartmentalize, to never have to reconcile their horror at the treatment of other Gifted with the fact that they actively contribute to it, and to barely have to feel that horror at all anymore.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Music, dancing (poorly & in private), napping, routine, alone time, all things sour or spicy
✘Combat, nitrile gloves, social events, self-analysis, heat-related injuries, indirect communication

| Abilities and Skills |

THE HEALER — Barre's ability allows them to heal a myriad of physical ailments so long as they can establish skin-to-skin contact with the wounded. Ruptured organs, broken bones, flesh wounds, even severed limbs (provided the detached bit is still on hand and reasonably fresh; Barre can't regenerate parts of themself or others, but they can help stick pieces back on with enough effort), all of it can be cured, and all that pain can be taken away by the careful touch of Asklepian.

The significant drawback to Barre's Gift, though, is that the pain has to be felt by somebody. Upon healing an injury, Barre then experiences the pain of it in their own body and, if they're worn too thin and taking on more than they ought to without pause—overwhelming their ‘capacity’, so to speak-–, these phantom wounds can begin to manifest physically. The pain doesn't tend to linger in Barre for as long as it might have on the original victim had they been allowed to heal naturally, and Barre does heal faster than the average person, but both of these points can quickly become moot if and when Barre is tasked with handling a high quantity of injuries. Their threshold is high, but it is not limitless.

THE ENHANCEMENTS — In an effort to counteract the side effects of their power, Barre has undergone various procedures to acquire implants intended to mitigate their body's pain response, including nerve stimulators and a device for intrathecal drug delivery. They're routinely supplied with a litany of oral medications to bolster the work of the implants, as well.

There has been some discussion around replacing parts of Barre’s body with prosthetics or otherwise synthetic material. Hypothetically, this may prevent them from ever manifesting the injuries that they take from others no matter how much strain they’re put under. This plan has yet to be put into action.

THE IMPOSSIBLE — Barre can do a lot, but there are instances in which the best they can do is cross their fingers and hope for the best.

• As mentioned previously, Barre cannot regrow lost limbs for themself or others. They can always attempt to reattach limbs, but success is largely determined by the state of the detached part. A mangled, rotting arm probably isn't going to make it back onto the body—and if it miraculously does, it certainly won't work as well as it once had.
• Their attempts at treating illnesses have been met with little success. Barre's Gift allows them to repair what is damaged, to stitch muscle and skin back together, to force breaks to seal and contusions to dissipate. In all their efforts, they have yet to successfully expel viruses or bacteria from a body. As a matter of fact, the consequences of Barre attempting to heal an injury that's become infected could be rather severe.
• Barre cannot raise the dead.

THE REST — Barre has the same degree of first-aid training and knowledge that your standard combat medic might have. They don’t just stick their hands up peoples’ shirts and hope for the best.

| History |

Oh, it was over from the start.

Barre was born to a scientist that had sunk years of research and dedication into supporting Operation Tartarus and The Hunters, a woman who sought (like many others) to establish a clear advantage over the Gifted, particularly those troubling pockets of insurgency. Frustrated that Hunter technology was constantly needing to be overhauled or scrapped in order to keep up with the varied and powerful Gifted that would often rear their head in defiance of the world order, this woman came to the conclusion that there would be no winning this fight without incorporating more Gifted into the ranks of The Hunters.

So she set out to make her crowning contribution to the effort.

Through deeply unethical means, Barre’s mother brought three children into the world with the hopes of them carrying Gifts similar to those of their fathers, who all resided in prison camps at the time and since been promptly disposed of. She succeeded with two of these children and sent the giftless third someplace where she wouldn’t have to waste her time on it.

Barre’s power became evident just before puberty, and it developed slowly but surely. There was a time in their life when they could hardly heal a skinned knee without having to sport the wound themself, but practice and maturation helped grow Barre’s ‘capacity’, so to speak; each year they were able to do more and more good for others before their body began to break. Once they were older (old enough, anyway), Barre was routinely brought by their mother to assist with research efforts with the unspoken agreement made by all that this child was simply another tool of the trade. Their first task in the name of Operation Tartarus was to provide round-the-clock healing to Gifted being held for testing and examination. Data collection gets to soar to an all time high when you don’t need to put your tests on hold while a subject recovers from their injuries. In this way, their work allowed for breakthroughs in Hunter weaponry at the low, low price of carrying the pain of each of those Gifted prisoners, and knowing that there would be more to come.

Eventually, Barre was pulled from their unofficial gig with research & development and properly integrated into The Hunters. Around this time, too, they underwent several operations intended to improve their pain threshold via medications and implants, and many in-depth examinations designed to fully explore the extent of their power (whether they can treat illnesses, whether they can heal body parts that they don’t personally possess, and so on). Training went abysmally, but through it Barre was able to hone the art of quietly, seamlessly slipping into autopilot. With the help of everything the doctors had provided to help them carry the weight of their healing a little easier, it became as effortless as breathing to simply go away for a while and let all their fear and discomfort fade to static.

In recent times, Barre’s role has shifted more to looking after others on the force and providing near-immediate emergency care for other Hunters (they’re not great when it comes to the ‘kicking down doors’ bit, but there is always a benefit to dragging around a tactically-trained supermedic in this day and age), though they are still regularly called upon to assist with testing and examination in the same capacity as before.

| Family |

Barre knows for sure that their mother is out there, working to further the goals of Operation Tartarus elsewhere; always at some other facility, always miles away. The whereabouts and status of their father (who is super dead) and siblings stopped meaning anything to them ages ago.

| Strengths |

• PAIN TOLERANCE — It’s what they’re built for. Barre can endure an obscene amount of damage before falling out.
• SURVIVOR — It’s an uphill battle, but it’s the only one Barre’s good at. No matter how undignified it may be, Barre will consistently do what needs to be done to assure their own safety and survival; even if that means flouting previously-sworn-by convictions. Hypocrisy is a small price to pay for a pulse.
• SUPPORT MAIN — Barre knows how to play to their strengths, and their crowning forte is not leading the charge. This is your first-aid kit, your Nurse Nightingale. This is the person you want tending to the wounded, managing inventory, and passing out juice boxes. All that unglamorous housekeeping shit is their bread and butter.

| Weaknesses |

• MEDIOCRE COMBATANT — You can cover Barre in whatever kind of armor you like, stick the fanciest weapons in their hands, and they’ll try their best...but their best is nothing special. They aren’t so bad as to be an active hindrance, but they’re damned lucky that they aren’t being kept around for their combat proficiency.
• SQUISHY — Exacerbated by the above point. Barre isn’t impervious to damage (no bullet-proof skin, no innate shielding quality, nothing), just preternaturally good at handling it once it’s happened. If an Alpha-class Gifted really wanted to squish them like a bug, it could all be over in seconds.
• BRAIN FOG — To put it mildly. Barre has coped with their circumstances by being out of touch for so long that it’s difficult for them to know how to react when something outside of the usual occurs. They’re extremely good at their routine and can be relied upon to perform their li’l duties so long as it’s all the same stuff they’ve been doing for years, but if you knock them off script or pull them out of their element, expect a lot of vacant staring and hand-wringing.
• PAIN TOLERANCE — One of the most impressive things that Barre has going for them is also one of the most risky. Just because you no longer process the pain of an injury doesn’t mean that you’re not injured, and Barre has reached a point where they can no longer accurately gauge what their own breaking point is until it’s happened. While they’re lucky enough to be innately built to cope with a high degree of damage, they aren’t invulnerable, and it is getting harder and harder for them to remember that.

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The Other

| Theme Song |

BODYSNATCHERS – RADIOHEAD
<sub>”HAS THE LIGHT GONE OUT FOR YOU?
BECAUSE THE LIGHT'S GONE OUT FOR ME
IT IS THE "21ST" CENTURY
IT IS THE "21ST" CENTURY

IT CAN FOLLOW YOU LIKE A DOG
IT BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES
THEY GOT A SKIN AND THEY PUT ME IN
THEY GOT A SKIN AND THEY PUT ME IN--”</sub>

| Extra Information |

hoohoohoo

HELLO !

HELLO, PINK! welcome aboard!!

The Gifted (Reborn)

grahhh shiny new (clunkier but arguably more fitting) alias for the bootlicker supreme \o/

&&& YES i'm glad! i'm stoked to see everyone's lil dudes in action, this cast is super exciting

The Gifted (Reborn)

if i'm inadvertantly jacking from something else i'm gonna stomp
my feeeettt

no yeah i've looked it up and now i feel silly. codename change may be in order at the least

Delta Green: RED OXIDE

oh yesssss
i'll be workin' on my character sheet this weekend >:3c

The Gifted (Reborn)

aaaaalrighty, here's a stab at that healer. if there's anything i should rework, i'll get right on it.
@Ace of flames01

WEIR, BARRE | 'ASKLEPIAN'

ASKLEPIAN !

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Basic Information

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| Name |

Barre Weir

| Code Name |

Asklepian

| Age |

29

| Gender |

Nonbinary; they/them

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Race |

Gifted

| Gifted Class |

Delta

| Allegiance |

Republic; The Hunters

| In-Depth Appearance |

Barre stands at roughly 5’9” (~175cm) and has a gaunt, unimpressive physique. With a tendency to slouch, a permanently somber look, and a soft, cautious gait, they give the impression of somebody who’d like very much to disappear from view. A dense spray of freckles brings a vaguely endearing quality to their otherwise sullen face and they appear to be incapable of speaking without gesturing along erratically with a pair of thin, spidery hands.

Barre is missing their left (non-dominant) index finger and bears plenty of scars, significant and otherwise, across their body; as is to be expected, really.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Considerate ♦ Neurotic ♦ Measured ♦ Fearful ♦

At a glance, Barre is so unobtrusive and soft-spoken that they’re easy to overlook altogether. This is entirely the point. Barre recognizes that they are a small cog in a very large machine, and they have years of conditioning to thank for a deep and fundamental fear of falling out, being replaced, or being deemed unsuitable. In Barre’s eyes, the only thing worse than being a Hunter is no longer being a Hunter; no longer having the guarantee of security that their position grants, though tenuous. No matter how bad things may be and no matter what they've endured to become a Hunter, it will always, always be preferable to becoming hunted.

So, Barre wears the face of Asklepian with care. Asklepian is warm and well-behaved. Asklepian is punctual. Asklepian is patient, professional, and understanding of their superiors. Asklepian knows their place. Asklepian does not have disruptive opinions. Asklepian is reliable; a good sport. Asklepian can manage whatever work is set out for them, please, don’t even worry about it. Asklepian believes in Operation Tartarus, and they are an indispensable component in the continued capture and control of other Gifted.

This is the face that they lead with. It has always been the safest option, and Barre has clung to this demeanor for so long that it can't rightfully be called an act (well--an act of self-preservation, maybe). While Barre may not necessarily be a 'true believer', they're in so deep that it hardly matters either way. They're self-aware enough to know that, and even self-aware enough to be occasionally mortified by their own kiss-assery. Luckily for Barre, after years spent perfecting the art of checking out entirely--and with the help of numerous chemical numbing factors--they now navigate their day-to-day through a thick, insulating mental haze that has made it oh so easy to compartmentalize, to never have to reconcile their horror at the treatment of other Gifted with the fact that they actively contribute to it, and to barely have to feel that horror at all anymore.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Music, dancing (poorly & in private), napping, routine, alone time, all things sour or spicy
✘Combat, nitrile gloves, social events, self-analysis, heat-related injuries, indirect communication

| Abilities and Skills |

THE HEALER — Barre's ability allows them to heal a myriad of physical ailments so long as they can establish skin-to-skin contact with the wounded. Ruptured organs, broken bones, flesh wounds, even severed limbs (provided the detached bit is still on hand and reasonably fresh; Barre can't regenerate parts of themself or others, but they can help stick pieces back on with enough effort), all of it can be cured, and all that pain can be taken away by the careful touch of Asklepian.

The significant drawback to Barre's Gift, though, is that the pain has to be felt by somebody. Upon healing an injury, Barre then experiences the pain of it in their own body and, if they're worn too thin and taking on more than they ought to without pause—overwhelming their ‘capacity’, so to speak-–, these phantom wounds can begin to manifest physically. The pain doesn't tend to linger in Barre for as long as it might have on the original victim had they been allowed to heal naturally, and Barre does heal faster than the average person, but both of these points can quickly become moot if and when Barre is tasked with handling a high quantity of injuries. Their threshold is high, but it is not limitless.

THE ENHANCEMENTS — In an effort to counteract the side effects of their power, Barre has undergone various procedures to acquire implants intended to mitigate their body's pain response, including nerve stimulators and a device for intrathecal drug delivery. They're routinely supplied with a litany of oral medications to bolster the work of the implants, as well.

There has been some discussion around replacing parts of Barre’s body with prosthetics or otherwise synthetic material. Hypothetically, this may prevent them from ever manifesting the injuries that they take from others no matter how much strain they’re put under. This plan has yet to be put into action.

THE IMPOSSIBLE — Barre can do a lot, but there are instances in which the best they can do is cross their fingers and hope for the best.

• As mentioned previously, Barre cannot regrow lost limbs for themself or others. They can always attempt to reattach limbs, but success is largely determined by the state of the detached part. A mangled, rotting arm probably isn't going to make it back onto the body—and if it miraculously does, it certainly won't work as well as it once had.
• Their attempts at treating illnesses have been met with little success. Barre's Gift allows them to repair what is damaged, to stitch muscle and skin back together, to force breaks to seal and contusions to dissipate. In all their efforts, they have yet to successfully expel viruses or bacteria from a body. As a matter of fact, the consequences of Barre attempting to heal an injury that's become infected could be rather severe.
• Barre cannot raise the dead.

THE REST — Barre has the same degree of first-aid training and knowledge that your standard combat medic might have. They don’t just stick their hands up peoples’ shirts and hope for the best.

| History |

Oh, it was over from the start.

Barre was born to a scientist that had sunk years of research and dedication into supporting Operation Tartarus and The Hunters, a woman who sought (like many others) to establish a clear advantage over the Gifted, particularly those troubling pockets of insurgency. Frustrated that Hunter technology was constantly needing to be overhauled or scrapped in order to keep up with the varied and powerful Gifted that would often rear their head in defiance of the world order, this woman came to the conclusion that there would be no winning this fight without incorporating more Gifted into the ranks of The Hunters.

So she set out to make her crowning contribution to the effort.

Through deeply unethical means, Barre’s mother brought three children into the world with the hopes of them carrying Gifts similar to those of their fathers, who all resided in prison camps at the time and since been promptly disposed of. She succeeded with two of these children and sent the giftless third someplace where she wouldn’t have to waste her time on it.

Barre’s power became evident just before puberty, and it developed slowly but surely. There was a time in their life when they could hardly heal a skinned knee without having to sport the wound themself, but practice and maturation helped grow Barre’s ‘capacity’, so to speak; each year they were able to do more and more good for others before their body began to break. Once they were older (old enough, anyway), Barre was routinely brought by their mother to assist with research efforts with the unspoken agreement made by all that this child was simply another tool of the trade. Their first task in the name of Operation Tartarus was to provide round-the-clock healing to Gifted being held for testing and examination. Data collection gets to soar to an all time high when you don’t need to put your tests on hold while a subject recovers from their injuries. In this way, their work allowed for breakthroughs in Hunter weaponry at the low, low price of carrying the pain of each of those Gifted prisoners, and knowing that there would be more to come.

Eventually, Barre was pulled from their unofficial gig with research & development and properly integrated into The Hunters. Around this time, too, they underwent several operations intended to improve their pain threshold via medications and implants, and many in-depth examinations designed to fully explore the extent of their power (whether they can treat illnesses, whether they can heal body parts that they don’t personally possess, and so on). Training went abysmally, but through it Barre was able to hone the art of quietly, seamlessly slipping into autopilot. With the help of everything the doctors had provided to help them carry the weight of their healing a little easier, it became as effortless as breathing to simply go away for a while and let all their fear and discomfort fade to static.

In recent times, Barre’s role has shifted more to looking after others on the force and providing near-immediate emergency care for other Hunters (they’re not great when it comes to the ‘kicking down doors’ bit, but there is always a benefit to dragging around a tactically-trained supermedic in this day and age), though they are still regularly called upon to assist with testing and examination in the same capacity as before.

| Family |

Barre knows for sure that their mother is out there, working to further the goals of Operation Tartarus elsewhere; always at some other facility, always miles away. The whereabouts and status of their father (who is super dead) and siblings stopped meaning anything to them ages ago.

| Strengths |

• PAIN TOLERANCE — It’s what they’re built for. Barre can endure an obscene amount of damage before falling out.
• SURVIVOR — It’s an uphill battle, but it’s the only one Barre’s good at. No matter how undignified it may be, Barre will consistently do what needs to be done to assure their own safety and survival; even if that means flouting previously-sworn-by convictions. Hypocrisy is a small price to pay for a pulse.
• SUPPORT MAIN — Barre knows how to play to their strengths, and their crowning forte is not leading the charge. This is your first-aid kit, your Nurse Nightingale. This is the person you want tending to the wounded, managing inventory, and passing out juice boxes. All that unglamorous housekeeping shit is their bread and butter.

| Weaknesses |

• MEDIOCRE COMBATANT — You can cover Barre in whatever kind of armor you like, stick the fanciest weapons in their hands, and they’ll try their best...but their best is nothing special. They aren’t so bad as to be an active hindrance, but they’re damned lucky that they aren’t being kept around for their combat proficiency.
• SQUISHY — Exacerbated by the above point. Barre isn’t impervious to damage (no bullet-proof skin, no innate shielding quality, nothing), just preternaturally good at handling it once it’s happened. If an Alpha-class Gifted really wanted to squish them like a bug, it could all be over in seconds.
• BRAIN FOG — To put it mildly. Barre has coped with their circumstances by being out of touch for so long that it’s difficult for them to know how to react when something outside of the usual occurs. They’re extremely good at their routine and can be relied upon to perform their li’l duties so long as it’s all the same stuff they’ve been doing for years, but if you knock them off script or pull them out of their element, expect a lot of vacant staring and hand-wringing.
• PAIN TOLERANCE — One of the most impressive things that Barre has going for them is also one of the most risky. Just because you no longer process the pain of an injury doesn’t mean that you’re not injured, and Barre has reached a point where they can no longer accurately gauge what their own breaking point is until it’s happened. While they’re lucky enough to be innately built to cope with a high degree of damage, they aren’t invulnerable, and it is getting harder and harder for them to remember that.

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The Other

| Theme Song |

BODYSNATCHERS – RADIOHEAD
<sub>”HAS THE LIGHT GONE OUT FOR YOU?
BECAUSE THE LIGHT'S GONE OUT FOR ME
IT IS THE "21ST" CENTURY
IT IS THE "21ST" CENTURY

IT CAN FOLLOW YOU LIKE A DOG
IT BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES
THEY GOT A SKIN AND THEY PUT ME IN
THEY GOT A SKIN AND THEY PUT ME IN--”</sub>

| Extra Information |

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The Gifted (Reborn)

hey, if y'all are still seeking players, i'd be interested in joining! i'm thinkin' up someone with a healing power, not sure of their allegiance yettt

Delta Green: RED OXIDE

this looks tasty!!