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Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

Ben and Claire Voss

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Jack Johnson - Good People

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"I'm only letting you drive because you can't get road rage."

'And because you haven't driven in traffic in a long while and this a rental.'

"Please, as if that'd be the only reason. I am a strong, independent woma-"

'You would give someone the middle finger for not using a turn signal, Claire.'

The tall woman to his right made no audible response, instead she only huffed. Ben simply smiled as his eyes darted from her back to the road as the light turned green. They were visiting his wife's family from Christmas this year, rather than them come to him. Never before had Ben felt so powerless as he was in the air. He wondered if this was how Ziz or Pink felt on the ground. He shivered at the thought. He didn't exactly go flying much and didn't like close to the ocean. He wouldn't know. he felt he might've gotten the best deal out of the three, but he wasn't complaining. She had to drag him by the ear into the plan and over the trip he couldn't get any sleep. He was a nervous wreck the entire time and he still couldn't get an idea of why. Here in the city he still didn't exactly feel like the demigod he was, like he did in the country. He felt... average, like the usual citizen. In Texas there weren't nearly as many meta humans, and for the few that were in his area the NEST agents came to them. It was definitely an adventure getting the whole check out completed once they exited the airport by the NEST here in Pennsylvania. Claire had warned him that it was much tighter here because there were so many more metas, but he hadn't expected it to be that ti-

"Motherfucker is jaywalking!"

Ben, with a practiced hand, quickly locked the windows, and applied the child lock to the car as to keep his wife from screaming at the random citizen who happened to really be doing nothing wrong. He winced as he heard her harshly pull against the door handle of the car. He didn't dare look over at her otherwise she'd know he did it on purpose and the car didn't lock the doors automatically once it hit twenty miles an hour, or worse, thought that he knew how to unlocking rolling the windows. Claire, growled and sat back in her chair, her arms crossed tightly across her chest and her back hunched slightly. She breathed heavily for a moment before letting out a loud groan. "Ugh! Pull over. I need a coffee." she said. Ben had known her long enough to recognized the barely masked venom in her tone, and applied his turn signal, moving over to the passing lane and taking a left at the next light, ending up at "The Mean Bean Machine" which would give him the idea of a ghetto Mexican restaurant if it weren't for the fact that it had a huge coffee mug full of coffee as it's signature. He parked the rented Volkswagen Passat like the pro farmer he was, and stepped out of the car, walking around the side to open the door for Claire, who was already midway opening it herself. Her eyes were a mixture of confusion and gratitude. She never seemed to get over the fact that he would always insist on opening the door for her when she exited and entered a car, and would always pull a chair out for her and push it in, always opening doors to let her go in first. The reason Ben did that last one was so that he could get a solid look at her rear (he thinks she doesn't know this). She smiled to him, and stepped out. In her current shoes she stood tall. She carried herself like she was just as big as her gigantic husband was. Ben on the other hand, he was relaxed in his blue jeans, white tank top, and brown leather jacket. He didn't need to carry himself as any bigger than he was, although
he was certain he could if he wanted to.

Claire stepped in first, followed closely by Ben. The waitress at the ordering table was taken aback by such tall customers. Most women she served never reaching more than 5'8, and the tallest man standing at a respectable 6'5. This couple topped them both. By four, and five inches respectably. And how the looked, my, they were much different from the common city folk she saw on a regular basis. The man was huge, wearing his worn jeans, brown work boots, plain white shirt, and dark brown leather jacket. He had a rugged look to him, with a wild facial hair look to him that formed into a Tony Stark like Goatee. Despite the semi-modest clothing for Christmas time in this part of the country, she could feel the warmth radiating off of him. His sheer size gave her would've given her a chill, if it weren't for the jolly red nose, warm eyes, and nice grin that adjourned his face. The woman was much more intimidating, but in a different way. Much like the man, she was very tall, and also like the man, she wasn't tall in a bean-stalk way. They looked like they were in very good physical health and were just... larger people in general. She had deep black hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to stare her down. Very light freckling bridged her nose. She also had a symmetrical face, and had very vague hints of asian heredity. She wore a lighter brown Annie Klein leather jacket, had black leggings, and some brown mountain trip Faux fur boots. "H-hello, welcome to the Mean Bean Machine," she said, "P-please come with me." she said, taking them over to a table. Ben and Claire didn't require any further instruction, and took a seat as the barista turned to look at Ben. "Can I take your order?" she asked, putting on a friendly smile in an attempt to not seem slightly intimidated by the duo. Ben's eyes darted over to Claire, and their eyes met for a single second.

'...Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp...'

"He's mute." Claire said quickly, waving it off. "He'll just have a water, if that's okay." she said for him, winking to Ben. "And for you?" the waitress asked, continuing the order. "I'll just have a Mocha, if that's alright." she said. The waitress nodded and hurried off a little too quickly. "What was her problem?" Claire mumbled, to which Ben shrugged, too busy drawing with crayons on his napkin to pay that much mind to it. He normally preferred to make his own coffee if he had it with coffee beans he grew himself, but he didn't exactly have the proper ingredients and tools necessary to make some for his wife himself like he normally could. That and Pink wasn't here to boil water for him, so he'd have to figure out how to effectively use a coffee maker. He briefly wondered what the girl was doing back in Texas. Hopefully not killing his Chickens. It'd be on like Donkey Kong if that were the case. Claire watched Ben for a moment, before standing up. "I'm gonna go socialize a bit, see if there's anything interesting going on. I'm sure you dont want to spend another night playing Apples to Apples with my parents." She said, giving Ben a shit eating smirk. Ben shivered. Her parents made everything a sex joke. The green card was 'Easy', and what does her mom do with her blank card? She makes it 'the girl behind the dumpster'.

There wasn't a word in the english dictionary that could properly describe how accosted he was, and how hard Claire had laughed at his expression.

"Just come get me when it's here." She said, giving him a small smile before standing up and walking off. She ended up over by the door going through a pamphlet on the locations in Black Fall, where to visit, what to sight see, etc. However, her attention was drawn away when a couple to her left began talking about the meta human condition. Something she was knowledgeable in that wasn't Botany!

"Sorry to interrupt and listen into your conversation," Claire said, taking a step closer to Baron and Holly. "But I couldn't help but overhear that last bit, about how you'd conceive 'the meta human condition'," she said, "I, uh, I'm a meta human myself, so I might be able to shed a little light." She said. "Basically it can be inherited, I think there are a few bloodlines around that have a reoccurring pattern like..." she said, trailing off and thinking about the research Ben and herself did as a couple when she was diagnosed. "... Like the Blackmore family!" she said finally, "Usually it's sporadic and you're born with it, like my husband, and more often then not it manifests itself in the early teen years, but for some it can can be conceived through excess interaction and exposure to meta human energy. It's how I developed my ability." she said. "When I was diagnosed by a NEST agent, my husband and I did a lot of research on that kind of thing on why I suddenly had to be put on NEST monitor duty now instead of much earlier in my life." she said. She snapped her fingers. "Oh, I'm Claire by the way. And you two are?"

Ben looked over momentarily at Claire as to keep track of where she was so he wasn't aimlessly walking around with her drink like an idiot, and saw her speaking to another tall, dark haired, green eyed man, and another, much younger woman, average height and blonde haired. She was conservatively dressed, but she wasn't what got his initial attention. It was the fact that there was a male and female version of Claire at one table and he did not think that he had traveled interdimensionally through one of Claire's portals and come out in some alternate, gender-bent dimension. He shook his head furiously and returned his shakey attention to the napkin and crayons and continued to draw with a shakey and sweaty hand. If he ignored the problem it would go away, at least until Claire's coffee got here.

Black Fall Character Deposit

Claire Voss

Basic Information

Name: Clarice A. Voss
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Claire, "The Girl with the big tits" according to Jago (even though she's got a C-cup bust).
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Height: 5’11
Weight: 168

Appearance

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Vibrant Green.
Ethnicity: Japanese/Caucasian
Physical Appearance:
Claire is a woman who has always been attracted to a little bit of strange, and due to this, she has a little bit of abnormality in her appearance and personality. Nothing terrible, mind you, if she were anything odd she probably wouldn’t be where she is today. Claire is abnormally tall for a girl. In flip-flops, she’s about the same height as the average grown man and weighs close to what they do. In her normal boots, she’s about 6’1, 6’2 depending on what boots she’s wearing and who you ask. Her height isn’t due to anything especially different. Her legs are slightly longer than average, but after that she looks much like a normal human would, just scaled up a size or two. Despite having an Asian mother, her Caucasian decent has basically, in her own words “Come out and beaten her other half into submission.” She looks like she’s purely Caucasian, and if she didn’t tell you otherwise you probably would think she was. There are a few things that you would notice however, should you have a careful eye. Her face is a slightly rounded heart shape, with a fair complexion that is smooth as a “Baby’s left ass cheek” in her own words that comes from her Japanese side, with naturally thin eyebrows. On the other hand her eyes display no slant that is signature of Asian decent, instead being almond shaped. They are vibrant green over the average brown. She has long brown hair that has the texture and falling style of her more Asian decent that falls towards the small of her back. Her hair parts above her left eye into bangs that sweeps to opposite sides that blends nicely with the rest of her ‘mane’ as Ben would describe it.

Attire: All the clothing.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality:
Overall, her personally is that of how she grew up. She’s a semi-country girl who grew up in Dallas, Texas. She’s got spunk and spirit and she will kick you ass if you say anything wrong about Texas. She’s outspoken, funny, and has the brazen type of humor that makes Ben cringe from time to time and is hilarious to others should it be timed correctly, which she almost always does because she’s a pretty smart woman. Hell even if it wasn’t timed right she’d still probably be considered funny and ballsy as fuck (She earns all the testy points). She’s also a giver as a person. Just like Ben she puts nearly everyone above and before herself and has often stayed up late worrying about or pulled all-nighters doing things for other she really didn’t have to do. She’s got a bad case of OCD and perfectionism when it comes to that. You remember that one scene from Elf were Buddy turned the whole store into a Christmasy wonderland because he thought Santa was coming? Yeah, she did the birthday equivalent for a little boy not too far away from their farm and then offered to host his birthday on the farm. She’s a bit of a social butterfly in that respect. She's really a big kid who never grew up a lot like Ben and their relationship as husband and wife has flourished because of it. She's the kind of person who will come home from work and be like: "I ORDERED PIZZA IN THE CAR, LETS WATCH BREAKING BAD AND THEN PASS OUT!" and then think it was romantic. Because of this she can irresponsible at times and will often prioritize things in the wrong order, much like Ben.

Hobbies/Interests: Well, she’s an amateur botanist after marrying Ben, does that count?
Skills/Talents: Ben has forced her to take an MMA class and she took that very seriously. As revenge she has used this skill to beat the shit out of him over who uses the bathroom first every morning countless times using that skill. She’s also pursuing a degree in Botany at the Academy, seeing as she knows so much about plants as it is and her husband can pretty much pull any study material she’s ever need out his ass, and or make it. She's excellent at growing things and teaching (Honestly for how long Ben's lived on a farm, she's been there about a quarter of the length and is about a million times better at farming than he is).
Prized Possession: A “Learn ASL “ DVD.
Quote(s): “Dafuq did you think to me, you little bitch?”
History/Bio: To be filled out later. See Ben’s History/Backstory for now.
Family:
She’s got Ben, who is her husband, a mother and father, and a few more distant relatives here and there, but after that there’s no one who has a relationship with her good enough to be worth mentioning.

Relationships

Ben | Ballin’ awesome | Husband | It doesn’t matter that I think because I will project my anger onto his mind and skull fuck him if he doesn’t wash the dishes. |

Abilities

Power Class: Other

Power Rating
"Fuck Off 6" -MrAllenJ

Power:
Basically, Claire has what she defines as the most useful ability out there transportation wise. She has the ability to make portals.

The largest portals she makes are about seven feet by three feet, making them about the size of a doorway. There is a blue portal, and a red portal. The blue portal is the first she must place, it's the entrance portal. The second is the red, the exit. Once these are placed she is able to go back and forth should she want to. These portals can span an infinite distance, and she can transfer as many things as she wants through them that can fit as she likes. The are excellent for getaways or getting places in that respect. She can also read minds in the form of being able to communicate telepathically with anyone she so chooses. She also has the ability to pick at people’s memories once she has established contact, to pick at people’s memories and such. Basically Ben is her buttmonkey/lab rat and receives the ass end of his wife's practicing on a regular basis.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks:
Well, while she is capable to talking to people telepathically, she cannot read their thoughts. Hard to understand? I get you; it’s kinda like this. Think of it as a two-lane road. She can go either way if she wants to, but in order to read someone’s thoughts the other side of the road has to be closed. It’s kinda like stealth telepathic communication. When she talks to you, or establishes a mental link between you and herself, you know she’s there, and you can sense her presence. If she tries mind reading, she has to make it so you don’t know she’s there and the only people she has figured out how to do that on are people who completely and totally trust her. Even if they know she’s reading them. Ben is the first and so far only person she has been able to do this with. She’s only had the power for about three years, jeez. High expectations. You want finely tuned stuff, talk to Ben, asshole. Due to her lack of experience, she also has a bit of a stamina mind issue. The more she uses it, the less control she has over it. So excessively using it would flood her head with a ton of random thoughts. Your minds are literally the most mundane things ever. Honestly, half the time Jago thinks nothing but “boobs”

Well, firstly, she can only make two portals at a time. She can't have more than one entrance and exit. There's also the fact that she can only place a portal as far as she can throw 'the blue ball' and the 'red ball', which are pretty much the things that put up the portal entrance and exit that she throws that are about the size and weight of a baseball. She cannot enter a portal that has no exit and neither can anyone else. It would be like running into a wall. She cannot store things in the portals. She cannot make a portal larger than the one I have specifically stated the dimensions of. There's also the danger of how if she throws the exit out of her line of sight she won't know where it went. The portal entrance will always alter its shape to be the same size as the exit, so she could throw it and have it be the size of a leaf and only be able to fit a finger through. There’s also the point that portals can only adhere to flat surfaces. Her portals are entirely concentration based, meaning that while she might be able to hold a portal and move around and hold a conversation, she has to actively be thinking about it in order for her portals to not close upon themselves.

Other:
She's currently visiting Black Fall with her husband to see some family for Christmas.

Ben Voss

Basic Information

Name: Benjamin David Voss
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Behemoth, Colossus, Titan, Big-Man
Gender: Male
Age: 23 years of age.
Height: 6'10
Weight: 344lbs

Appearance

Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Green
Ethnicity: Caucasian American.
Physical Appearance:
For a man, Ben is big.

Standing at an enormous 6’10, most people never meet a man his size in their lives. He looks like what you would think for a man of his stature. His body is extremely muscular and riddled with various small scars, ranging in size and shape. His forearms tend to have a few SpongeBob Band-Aids on them at all times. His hair is mid length and curly and is slicked back to be kept out of his eyes. Similarly to in this image. Ben has a square face with a relatively small forehead, and a very strong chin. He has almond shaped eyes separated by an average sized noes that stare straight ahead in neutral position that can almost be defined as glaring. ALMOST. Along his chin, jaw line, and lip there is a Tony Stark-esque goatee. His face has several tiny scars, a prominent one cuts through his right eyebrow. None of these are fight related, just due to a fairly labor intensive life. Subtle worry and laugh lines are also permanently etched into his face, as facial expressions are one of his main ways of communicating.

Attire: Ben tends to have an interesting attire choice for the weather. He wears a white tank top, blue jeans, old and worn steel toed work boots. Over his tank top he wears an old and worn brown leather jacket. He also tends to wear a pair of reading eyeglasses because he has trouble reading small print. He carried around a dry erase marker, a white board, a handkerchief and a copy of one of the many volumes of “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy”.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality:
Ben is the opposite of what you would think he would be for his age and stature. He is in fact the polar opposite. Being mute, Ben doesn’t have the option of being loud and boastful. He’s naturally a pacifist and he will more often than not he will be found with a cupcake in his hand over an sort of weapon. If you gave him a sword he will look at you oddly and then motion over to the grill he happens to have running in a silent question of if you want him to cut your steak with a katana. He can fight, but more often than not he will avoid it by any means necessary. He is a warm and friendly individual, the kind of person who just attracts people to him and listens to their problem. He gives off the aura of someone you can trust and he’ll hold true to that. It’s not like he can tell anyone. He’s the kind of person who will listen to the fact that your boyfriend or girlfriend broke up to you, and then spend six days carving out a wooden necklace that’s shaped like a turtle, because let’s face it: Who doesn’t like turtles?

Ben lives by the ideology that a friendly smile, and simply listening to someone can solve more problems than the sword or the pen.

Hobbies/Interests: Reading, listening, having a cup of tea or coffee. He also enjoys working on various projects, whether it is building a car or a small house. He also likes to plant trees or volunteer in nature restoration efforts.
Skills/Talents: Ben is good at reading body language, and he is very adept at hard labor. He’s a handy man. He knows how to work power tools or tear down a wall.
Prized Possession: His wedding ring, which is a standard gold ring.

Quote(s):
“…”

History/Bio:
Ben was born on March twenty seventh, in 1992, and right from the start, he was different.

Maybe it was the fact that he was a fourteen pound baby, maybe it was the fact that he didn't reach the common first word checkpoint that most children reach, maybe it was the fact that the sheer temperature in the room raised just by him being present. Maybe it was due to a lot of things.

Ben was born with his power, it manifesting itself on the fifth day he was alive in the form of a flower growing out of the palm of his hand. He always had an affinity with the land that most would never see or have, and he considers himself lucky to have the background that he had. Ben was born in Texas, in a hospital, but was raised on the family farm with his mother, father, and immediate or close family such as his father's grandparents, one of which was a doctor who had proclaimed the boy as mute after about a year and a half of his existence, and recommended a few things to help with his aliment. He never lived an especially wealthy life, and so his parents couldn't afford to get lessons in sign language, and so compensated with a dry erase board, a marker, and a handkerchief. Ben attended a public school a little ways away from where he lived up until he graduated high school. He got a mid level education, nothing super special, but kept straight A's. Not through especially high intelligence, but through good work ethic. Ben was a hard worker. Ben was never bullied in school, in fact quite the opposite. Most people liked him, and girls tended to enjoy his presence because "He actually cared about them" in their eyes. He was big and strong, something that most males want, and a big teddy bear who would buy you a chocolate bar if he heard you say you wanted one to your friend. The kind of person girls want. True to the meaning of his name, Ben was his father's right hand son, and probably would've been his right hand son even if he had a sibling. As soon as he could walk Ben was watching his father closely, and helping out whenever he could. His size and strength came in handy in doing things his father couldn't do well anymore due to his age. At the age of twelve Ben brought home two chickens and a rooster that he had written names out. The birds were special to him, but his father proclaimed that he couldn't keep them unless he built him a chicken coupe. And so he built two chicken pens. One for his birds, and one for the egg laying birds. His father, true to his word, allowed Ben to keep the birds.

His forms were discovered in some fairly unorthodox ways. He was helping his father push a tractor that had run out of gas when his tree golem form manifested itself, and his Beast form came to be in an even less useful way. It was random, and it began in 2002. He woke up feeling strangely, and tried to work through it. It got more and more powerful over the next hour, and Ben retired to his room for the day to rest thinking he had caught something especially resilient, as he was not a sickly boy. When he awoke, he was a twenty foot long, five ton creature, who had smashed his bed, and was damaging the floorboards with his weight just by being there. Unfortunately, he was stuck in that form for a while, unable to do anything, or leave the house, and when it eventually went away on it's own, he and his father had to repair the damage done to his room. His two forms became useful after that, Ben taking many years to learn to use them when he wants to over random times. His Golem form for doing things no human ever could alone, and his beast mode for performing raw physical feats that would require thousands of dollars and a lot of man power to do (remember that tractor from earlier? Well it was carried the next time it ran out of gas).

In the summer of 2010, Ben was eighteen, and had ascended to the most able bodied man there not even due to his power, although that helped a lot. One night he heard the chickens being loud and screaming. Thinking it was a Coyote, or a bobcat or wolf, he grabbed his father's shotgun and his coat and set off into the night to check up on the creatures. When he arrived he found himself pointing his Remington at a shark like girl who had a chicken in her hands that she was about to eat. He motioned for her to put it down, and she did, but she was screaming threats at him by then. He could tell that she was a meta human, like him. His family knew a pretty good amount on them. It was probably one of the only things they researched with their limited internet connection. After his family stepped in, verbal communication becoming more relevant to the situation as the seconds passed, they brought the girl in, and let her eat her fill. They talked a little while, and eventually learned that the girl's power was very similar to his own. Ben had traits very similar to that of the Behemoth's, and with his family being Catholic, linked the two together as the incarnations as the holy beasts of the land and sea- Counterparts. The girl, Pink as he learned her name was, eventually left, Ben having driven her home in his truck, thinking that was the end of it.

Quite the opposite actually. He had graduated, but he learned that after their encounter Pink had began to attend school again, from none other than Pin herself. After their encounter it because semi common for her to visit, maybe once a week. Twice if they were lucky. Ben greatly appreciated Pink's presence as she was one of his best friends. They even trained together from time to time. Although those occasions were rare. When Ben turned nineteen he met an incredible semi-country girl by the name of Claire. The two hit it off from there and began dating soon after. She learned he was a meta human, and about his counterpart, and was shown all of the amazing things he could do. He made a habit of giving her a flower every time they met. Due to the black fall effect, Ben had turned most of his family into meta humans. His grandmother healed a little faster, and his grandfather learned to understand many different languages. His dad became stronger, and his mother could kiss any boo-boo away. Most of these powers were level two or below. She stuck with him when his grandparents passed away of old age. His grandfather then his grandmother a few months after. They had lived a full life, and were in their mid eighties. Their funerals, which were a few months apart, weren't filled with tears as if they had died young. In fact, it was melancholy. Sad that they were gone, but joyous at their lives well lived. It was then that Ben learned that death was a part of life. Due to his heavy interaction with Claire, he changed her into a meta human as well. A telepath, to be exact. He had been planning on proposing to her soon when he heard her in his own mind, and she said 'I can hear you.'

It was the first time anyone had ever heard his voice, well, not heard, but could understand what it would've sounded like. He proposed to her on the spot by grabbing the first thing he could, which happened to be an old and unused "Learn ASL!" video that they had been planning to watch together. They never did, but it was unorthodox, and different, and so him. At the age of twenty one he and Claire had gotten married, and had moved into his house. They, with the guidance of his parents, became the heads of the household. However, tragedy struck. Ben met Pink again, late at night, for the second time. She had explained that her family had been criminals without her knowledge, and that her whole family had been arrested, and she had no where to go. Ben immediately stuck up for her, Claire (who was willing to follow him to hell and back, and he for her) trusted his judgement and translated his thoughts to his parents, who required more convincing. After an hour long debate, his parents caved, and Pink lived with them for a long while, until the whole incident blew over.

When Pink discovered her other form, much like he had a few times, Ben was extremely happy it had happened outside. What he wasn't happy about however, was that she had been attacked. He heard the roars in the distance where the lake was, and knew Pink was out (he had a rule where she always had to tell him when she left), and knew this must've been bad. Grabbing his Remington (which he had inherited from his father), he set out into the woods and discovered her having been attacked by what she described as a black bear. Ben, being a big man, was able to carry her with one arm and keep the gun ready if he needed to use it against the bear. Now, at twenty two, Ben is visiting Penn State to see Claire's family for Christmas.

The rest of the story is yet to be written.

Relationships

Claire | Awesome | Wife | "She made my watch Fullmetal Alchemist with her. The exchange between Ed and Winry when Edward proposes summarizes my thoughts perfectly."

Family:
He has a mother and father, and reveres them greatly for bringing him up so well. He also has Claire, his wife, whom he loves and respects greatly, and would go to the ends of the earth for.

Abilities

Power Rating:
Super System: 8
Elemental: 8
Super System: 8

Power Class General: Animal/Elemental/Super System

Power:
Human Form:
Ben is the Behemoth, the deity of the land. He has had his power all his life, and for most of it he has put it to good use. He retains control of the world around him, Xylokinesis or better known as Plant and wood manipulation. His ability can range from the control and generation of woo. He has had a lot of time to learn how to control this gift of power he has been given, and he tries to use it for minimal offensive purposes. Because of this, his power is used mainly for defensive purposes, creating a protective barrier of wooden skin, or shooting the a vine beneath his opponent and wrapping it around his opponents feet to trip them up. He tries to attain a hands off fighting style and will try not to lay a hand on his offender. Because he dislikes fighting so much, he has created a unique style of maneuvers he has dubbed Bu-Da after using Google translate to name his art of not fighting. He is capable of many feats, from turning portions of his body into wood, to spawning singular plants (like flowers or a vine) and sticks and shit by simply pulling them out of his sleeves in a magic hat trick fashion. When in the right environment he is capable of using his full power, which can be a maelstrom of wood and plants that looks very much like that of tentacle porn. Except instead of tentacles it's spiky and thorned wooden and plant death vines of sex-death. Unless you're into that kind of thing. He is also fully capable of making thick wooded shields and barriers around himself and others. Think of him like Groot, except he cant say anything at all.

Demon Form:
In this state, Ben covers himself in his hard wooden exterior, and becomes a twelve foot tall tree golem. This golem has the ability to warp it's limbs into weapons or shields, and has incredible regeneration when in a healthy environment in the sun. While it cannot manipulate plant life or wood like his normal form can, it is extremely defensive and incredibly strong. A juggernaut of sorts. This forest golem is capable of generating various defense mechanisms plants are capable of creating. Whether it be coating his body in Poison Ivy Vines if he doesn't want to be touched, or emitting various wafting odors to attract insects and other bugs such as spiders, bees, and wasps to defend him in nonlethal ways. If he is forced to be physical, he has various ways of fighting, using whip like vines to either tie up or trip his opponents up, wooden constructed weapons, or simply punching them out, which is usually pretty easy in this form. It looks similarly to this.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks:
His transformation also take a lot of time and build up, taking several minutes for him to absorb enough energy to achieve his fully potential. The surroundings can also affect his ability. In places like the second floor of a building he is incapable of shifting to beast form because he in unable to absorb energy from the ground. In areas where the ground is unhealthy he is unable to achieve his full size and power, meaning even some forests aren't very good areas. He is also extremely slow in his demon form, only being able to move fast in a head on charge. Because of his pacifist mentality, he plays more of a support role over an offensive one and will very rarely engage anyone outright. His mentality remains this way in both forms, and despite he weaponry he is just too nice to bring himself to be dangerous. He is weakened when taken outside of his element. His Demon form is not very range centered, slow, and is very heavy and bulky. It also lacks hearing in this form. Xylo and Florakinetically speaking Ben is limited heavily in a city setting. While capable of spawning plants and such Ben's maximum potentially can only be reached on unpaved, soiled grounds where he can sprout wood and plants from the ground. Unrelated to powers, Ben is farsighted, and tends to have trouble seeing things up close. So if the enemy is a shape shifter or something, or moves very quickly, he will have trouble keeping up with them if they are close to him.

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Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

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I cant allow him to be accepted unless he is capable of turning a frying pan into a drying pan.

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

Henry Olin, Jago, Deborah, & "Newt" Javuant.

Henry, at first, ignored Jago in favor of listening to the much more positive and kind Newt. "Hey there Newt." he replied, giving her a kind smile. "The car's unlocked. Dig in, but leave some for your brother!" He said after her as she left. He turned back around to face Jago this time, his face contorting into a frown. "Seriously? What is your deal? I get that you're trying to play some tough street thug or whatever but is that really what you want to come across like?"

He shook his head. "Of course it is. At your age you know everything and being a street thug is what you want to be and all that. God forbid you actually do something useful with your powers, no, you have to use it to bully other kids out of areas that one neither of you are supposed to be in and two aren't yours to claim." he said, pinching his snout. "And I'd really appreciate it if you didn't call me a 'dumbass'. It's kinda uncalled for." he said. He took a deep breath for a moment. "Sorry about that." He cause, composing himself. "That was unprofessional." he said. He watched as Jago showed off and attempted to make himself look tough... or something. He looked more like an ignorant idiot at this point. He probably didn't comprehend the situation he was in, like, at all. "Seriously though like, of all places why would you be playing pokemon here? Go to a normal park or an arcade or just in your own living room. You can do that anywhere." he said. "But since you haven't done anything besides disrespect and officer of the law and tresspass, which I really dont feel like arresting a kid for, I'm not going to make you do anything." Henry said, crossing his arms. "I would've thought donuts would've been enough to sway you since they're free, but hey, whatever man." He said, moving his forearm closer to his face for a minute. He tapped a few buttons, and swiped once or twice. "But..." he said, pressing a button again. "She might." he said, turning his arm so Jago could see.

Calling: DEBORAH JAVUANT, was what was displayed on the little screen. When she picked up, he spoke. "Hello Debby, this is Captain Henry Olin." he said. "I'm calling to ask, did you know your younger brother is tresspassing on and abusing private property, as well as disrespecting an officer after I offered him a ride home and free donuts?" he questioned. "You're on speaker by the way."

"Awwwwww, really, Lizard-man?" Jago threw his arms in the air. Of course the lizard-freak had to rat his black ass out to Debby. Like a real bitch. A man solves his own problems, a bitch runs to to the man. He let out a loud "pttf" sound as he put one hand on his side. "Big strong Godzilla can't take a little poke? You NEST's finest alright." Jago crossed his arms and rolled his eyes after letting out one loud puff. So yeah, Henry is a bitch.

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In the middle of the conversation Deborah's phone began loudly blaring her ringtone (The start of Shooting Stars by the Bag Raiders). Her hands moved like a blur to grab onto the phone. She took a quick glance at it and saw "AGENT HENRY OLIN Calling". Well, crap. It wasn't her power that told her that one of her younger siblings had got in trouble with NEST (I'm hoping it's not for public urination again). Because Deborah abided by their rules and does nothing to anger the faction. Those two brats on the other hand do everything to piss off NEST. Like they make it their mission to cause problems - the kind of problems that they couldn't solve on their own, so Deborah had to get off her ass and deal with them. In this case.

Whatever they got into, it wasn't Holly or Baron's business. The last thing she wanted to do was let one of them catch that she had associations with Meta. "I need to take this." Deborah said as she got up from off the chair and walked outside the door with a skip in her step, pressing the answer button by the time she was through the doorframe, and had it to her ear the moment she leaned up against the wall right next to the door.

What Agent Olin had to say was of no surprise to her. She quietly huffed as she listened intently. Yeah, Jago got busted for doing what he wasn't supposed to be doing, and then giving people lip for no reason. "Yeah, I didn't know, but I'm[/] on my way now to go handle it." She quietly sighed as she realized it was another chance to observe a social situation, ruined. "I know where it is, I'll be there to talk to you shortly. Bye." Deborah hung up the phone and looked back in the Mean Bean towards Holly and Baron. It would be rude to just leave them without saying a word. She stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and stepped back inside.

A few steps and she was back at the table, she put her hand on the back of Holly's chair and leaned in. "Heeeeeey you two," Deborah said with a smile, trying to hide that grave irritation that was built up inside of herself. "I'm gonna have to step out, I have to go handle my business - but I'm sure we can meet up again at the fair, right?" She asked them. It was truly a rhetorical question, because she just [i]knew that they would meet again. It wasn't even a question. With that, she waved goodbye to the pair and began heading out towards the door.

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"Wait, Deboarh, ma'am, there's no need to do tha-" the line cut. "Damnit." Henry said, sighed and turning off his gauntlet. He was more of planning to get Deborah's blessing in making Jago get in the car and go home, but if she wanted to take matters into her own hands he couldn't really stop her in that respect. He would have to apologize to her later for having to make her do this. "It's not that I can't take a poke, it's that I dont tolerate disrespect." Henry said. "I've done nothing but attempt to be kind to you, and I'm not going to do anything that would ruin my moral high ground. I'm sure you were told to tell an adult if you got into a skirmish with someone, and news flash, it applies in adulthood as well." He said, a puff of air coming out his nose as he finished his statement. "I honestly dont know why you feel the need to do this. It's a waste of time on everyone's part. I hope you plan on saying something in apology to Deborah when she gets here. I know I will."

Disrepect? That's implying that Henry is worthy of respect in the first place! Which made Jago snicker like an imp. Because all Henry is is a NEST dog that thinks he's big and hard. Don't make Jago laugh. Henry was no different from a dog really. He hasn't been where it really matters. Hasn't fought for what he wants to. Only what his big bad bosses tell him to fight. Just like a dog. Pathetic. Jago here has fought for himself and what he wants to fight for. That's what makes him a bigger man than Henry. Oh, and Henry had the balls to say that he was only nice to Jago. New Flash! Nice guys finish last, lizardman! Everyone knows that!

That said, Jago had nothing to say to the Lizard-man. Because he ran by the rule of "don't have nothing to say, then don't say anything". He only had his arms crossed and blank look on his face.

At this point, Deborah had pulled up in her car, right in front of Henry's. The next thing everyone heard was the loud slam of Deborah angrily closing her door. Her steps crushed the snow underneath her boots. She stepped through the, now trashed, entrance to the roller rink. "Boy, why the hell are you always causing problems?" Deborah asked Jago.

"Hey, hey, hey, now..." Jago turned towards Debby and gave her a cheeky smile. "I don't cause trouble, it comes to me." He shrugged. Naturally, the only thing he did was anger Deborah further. She took a step forward and quickly jabbed at Jago's forearm before he could react. "Hey!"

"All you had to do was keep your mouth shut and go along with the lizard, but nooooo, you had to act like a dumbass...." Deborah snapped at him. Ugh. This boy annoyed the hell out of her. Ruined her chances at learning about new people. And for what? To look like a big macho-man? It was pathetic how he was poisoned by the sterotypical way men should look at themselves... but deep down inside of Jago, Deborah knew that it was different. But that didn't excuse how he presented himself outwardly. "That's it, you are not going to the Christmas Fair tonight."

"Yo!" Jago shouted as he tossed his arms up into the air. "You can't do that shit!" Shit ain't fair! All he did was talk to the Lizard-fucker the way he was meant to be spoken to. He was aiming to go to that fair for months now! Now she gonna act like he can't go? As his punishment? Bull. Shit. He'll go anyway. Just sneak out and run his ass all the way to Arcadia Heights... and then do stuff at the fair. He didn't what the fuck he was going to do there. Maybe prank some people.

"Oh, I can and I will." Deborah walked over to the car, and opened the back door. She and Jago stared at each other for a few moments, until she got annoyed and said, "You ain't dumb, boy, get in." She commanded, and Jago followed. Quietly stepping his way into the backseat of the car, and lying down on his back.

Henry turned around and walked outside of the buildign they were in to give Deborah an idea of where Jago was, and like a smart lizard-man, took a few steps backwards to stay out of her way. He make use of himself by going over to his truck where Newt was currently residing, most likely eating a few (Acually all) of his Krispy Kreme donuts. He walked around the side and opened the passanger side door, and peeked his head inside the car. "Hey, Newt," he said. "Jago acted... like himself. I ended up calling Deborah. If you stay out of sight I can maybe help you evade her wrath and drop you off before they get home... Or you could ride back with them. I'll make it clear you were good about the whole thing. Your choice."

Damn these donuts were so good. Unlike Jago and Deborah, Newt could honestly eat whatever the hell she wanted and wouldn't gain a pound! The beauty of a high-metabolism... but on the other hand, she has to eat a lot. She knew that Henry understood her struggle, and how real it was. Which is why she helped herself to "some" donuts. Some in this situation means pretty much all of them. Newt was kneeling down over the box and pretty much shoving them into her mouth as fast as she could chew and swallow them. Until there was one donut left... now came the conumdrum of what to do with it. Should she save it for Henry? Should she eat it since she pretty much ate all of them?

Well, Newt went for the latter and grabbed onto it... at this point Henry opened up the door and her eyes darted towards him as she froze like a deer in the headlight... and slowly put the last donut into her mouth and chewed on it. Not breaking eye contact for a fraction of a section.

"I,,," Newt trailed off... rudely chewing the donuts with her mouth open. "... would like to go with you!" To be honest, while Newt wasn't the smartest girl out there, she knew enough to know that she would be dragged into what Jago started if she stuck around. Them being partners in crime after all. But the difference between Newt and Jago is that Newt lacked his hard-headed determination and arrogance that kept getting his ass in trouble. So she knew when to back down. Besides, she actually wanted to go to the fair.

"Okay, I'll keep you out of trouble." Henry said, turning around and looking over at Deborah and Jago for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow before sighing. He didn't like lying. He shut the door and turned around. "I have to go! I just got a transmission. They need me and a few others. Keep an eye on the news tonight!" Henry shouted to the two of them,hoping to give a believable excuse as to why he had to depart so quickly. He moved around the front of his car, and got in as quickly as he could, and turned on his sirens as he did so. He pulled out and sped off with practiced urgency, to make it look as authentic as possible.

Because he was acting like he was on the move for something big, Henry excused himself from the speed limit, and weaved around cars in a deft manner. There weren't many on the road they were on currently, which was nice, but Henry got off on an exit that they normally wouldn't make. If they were going to beat Deborah home, they would have to make full use of the G63's offroad capabilities. So, Henry did what Henry does. Flicking off his siren since he was out of earshot by now, he proceeded to run his way through a slightly overgrown backroad. No trees, just some mud and a lot of foliage. But his car tore through it fairly easily.

Eventually he got back onto a paved road, and he slowed down a little bit to obey the traffic laws in the neighborhood because children could be in the streets and that would be a mess if something happened then. He pulled up to the Javuant's residence in Westgate. He had been there many times before, so he knew the way and the fastest way to get there. When they came to a complete stop, Henry hit the unlock button on the driver's side door. "You owe me one, Newt. Dont get me caught." he said, giving her a sideways grin. "Go, change clothes and look like you were doing homework or something." He said, motioning for her to open the door.

Newt quietly jumped out of car and quietly said, "Thanks." Newt had to thank Henry here, by not mentioning her at all, she had a freepass here. Safe from Deborah's anger just as planned. So, all she had to do was run inside, act innocent, and she'll be free from trouble. Just as planned. She ran through the front door (Not at superhuman speeds, that'd be showing off) and closed them shut behind her. Now she was safe to whip out the superhuman abilities. She needed them if she was going to run inside and act like she had nothing to do with this. Newt quickly galloped upstairs, and in the same few seconds, she had carried herself right into her room, grabbed onto the wooden door and slammed it shut. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for her clothes. Two whiffs through her noise told her where her old pajammas were, lazily tossed into the corner. Waiting for someone to pick them up. Well, unlike some girls, she was perfectly fine with putting on dirty clothes. Let's see... a pink pajama shirt with a pink star over her chest, and matching pink pants. It was only around twelve, and usually she could get away with saying that she hadn't gotten dressed yet.

Newt put her hands on the bottom of her shirt and quickly unfurled it up her body and threw it in the same corner. Then she unbuttoned her jeans with hands-blurring speed and let them drop to her ankles as she stepped out of them. Her next objective was bouncing across the room and grabbing those aforementioned pajammas with the intent of putting them on. Newt did the usual, slid on the shirt, and pulled up her pants. Ta-da! She is now perfectly dressed to fit with her story of being no where near the roller-rink. All thanks to Henry being the good cop. When she was finished her morning dance revised, she walked out the room and slide down the railing to the living room. Now, what should she do today...?

Henry watched Newt run off and turned back to face what was ahead of him. It was just like something out of Ferris Beuller's Day Off. He would compare it to something out of his own childhood, but he never really had that. He put his foot on the gas pedal and sped off, taking the same back road to evade Deborah and Jago. Fucking mission accomplished. He'd have to tell Fred about how he had to run from citizens when he saw him later tonight.

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I'd recommend setting your character up for interaction with other characters.

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orangebox said
Whoa, extremely interested. Is this still accepting?

Yes.

Reaper, Allen might find it iffy, I find it comepletely unrealistic. NEST agents arent going to let someone steal a gold bar. No matter the cause. Sorry, but if you cant pull that legally in real life you cant pull it here.

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I had my day when Henry turned Drake into a girl.

I will never be able to have a day better than the day that occured.

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MrAllenJ said Pretty much everyone knows how to throw a correct punch to one degree or another. So edit that out, plox.

I caught that sneaky edit, scrublord.

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I dont know Allen, as someone who has been teaching others the ways of my martial art you would be surprised how many people dont know how to throw a punch without breaking their hand in some way.

Some people punch with their thumbs in their hand, others with their fingers balled up and their thumb straight, some people hit with their middle phalanx knuckles, and most commonly people for people who can form a fist right, they hit with all four of their knuckles rather than the first two of your pointer and middle finger. Your ring and pinky finger's knuckles will break like glass. I learned that one the hard way lol.