That sounds quite reasonable and I will fluff it to be outside of fate. I would like some type of rivalry or animosity with some faction that seeks to maintain fate. I may create a small cult unless there are already people that would want to hunt the character.
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That sounds quite reasonable and I will fluff it to be outside of fate. I would like some type of rivalry or animosity with some faction that seeks to maintain fate. I may create a small cult unless there are already people that would want to hunt the character.
You'd be hunted by multiple factions already, but none of them seek to maintain fate. If you want to add another one on, feel free too.
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Perfect. Time for flavor and write-ups. Thanks for working with me on this.
Tag me for any edits! I just kinda went for it @Burger
Name: Thomas Dempsey
Alias: Nailgun
Personality: Dempsey is a nervous wreck. He’ll jump if you talk to him and his eyes always seem to be roving, searching for an escape route. He carries a nervous, building energy about him that tends to make other people uncomfortable, particularly in combat situations where the order is to remain calm. Too bad, since Dempsey is never calm. He seems constantly convinced he’s going to die and hell, you can’t decide if he’s terrified or excited about the possibility. He speaks in fast jumbles, panics when he lies, and laughs to cover it up. Dempsey doesn’t like to be touched and will physically flinch if made contact with, which his official file blames on PTSD. He spends most of his time modifying or fiddling with his weaponry, which is both creative and compulsive. The man is surprisingly intelligent and has a lot of knowledge packed in under all that pent-up anxiety. He’s very much a follower, doing what he’s told and cowing to the whims of others in a disagreement. If there’s one thing Dempsey can be counted on for, though, it’s a steady trigger finger. He might be terrified, but he’s no coward—he’ll stand his ground and deliver when the going gets tough.
Appearance: Dempsey appears to be about thirty years old. Average in height and weight—lean build if not for extensive combat training, which shows in broad shoulders and wiry upper body strength. Probably the first thing your eyes would be drawn to would be his hair, which is… large. Thick reddish-brown curls spring at least to his shoulders, which he typically keeps tied back or under a hood/helmet on jobs. When unbound, the sheer volume of hair becomes something like an afro, dwarfing his long, narrow face. His complexion is pale and slightly freckly, with an outthrust jaw and patchy red stubble. He has very light gray eyes. There’s some kind of scar visible on the left side of his face, but it’s not clear what caused it.
History: From a paramilitary family, Thomas Dempsey Jr. never had much resemblance to his father. His father was a high-ranking officer in EPOL and was widely respected by others in the ranks for his leadership and other abilities. From the time he was born, Dempsey was trained and groomed to enter EPOL. Before she died, his mother desperately tried to cultivate other options for him, forms of self-expression or trade that didn’t require such a violent lifestyle. For a mediocre child with little natural ability in any one field, however, combat training won out. You didn’t have to be talented to shoot a gun and do what you were told. Skill would come with time.
He was young when he was officially accepted into the academy (via connections, not by merit) and began going out on EPOL missions, and (while nobody dared tell him or his father) the general consensus was disappointment. He was no prodigy, despite his origins, and Dempsey had to work twice as hard just to satisfy the sergeants and instructors. Even now, the rumors that he wasn’t actually his father’s son began to spread as those in the paramilitary force sought a reason why he fell so short of the mark. Embarrassed and disappointed, Thomas Dempsey Sr. effectively disowned him, claiming his wife had been unfaithful and turning his back on his son.
Trapped in the system nonetheless, Dempsey was a solid long-range sniper and his first unit began to specialize on raiding illegal weapons caches in the south Wards. Exposure to seemingly every kind of bootleg gun available seemed to spark some creativity in Dempsey’s mind and he began to modify his own weapons, which he got in major trouble over once the officers found out. There was no room in EPOL for ingenuity from a nameless scrub. To punish him—or maybe to test him—he was reassigned to “front lines” in supposedly the most dangerous territory. Gang members and civilians all blended together, and sometimes there was no distinguishing between the two. He risked his life every day in often radioactive territory, and though they never saw him behind the EPOL helmet, he saw every one of their faces, which still haunt him.
It wasn’t through compassion or sympathy that he left his new squadron, however, even after he was moved back to weapons cache raids. Strange things had been happening to him, and people had started to take notice. Incidents where they were under fire and an invisible force would suddenly sweep his squad members off their feet, or a gun would shatter in his hands. It took a raid where a surprise assault in a weapons locker blew out every wall, crate, and gun except the one in Dempsey’s hands before he realized it was him. He was ejected from EPOL as a loose cannon, volatile, someone developing signs of supernatural ability without control. It didn’t take long for Ultralight to find him.
Five years have passed since Dempsey became a contractor for Ultralight, and he’s become somewhat of a weapons specialist. His kinetic bursts remain unstable and inconsistent, so he’s seldom assigned to the field anymore since the initial trial period where he attempted to master control of his ability and came away so shell-shocked that some weren’t sure he’d ever leave the safe house again. In that time he’s recovered some and subsists off of frequent small jobs, essentially “pest” extermination of smaller youkai and monsters. He’s never stayed with a cell for long, but frequently acts as a resource for contractors who need special mods to their guns or to pick his brain for his weapons knowledge.
Capabilities: Dempsey is excellent at long-range combat and is most useful (and safe) as a sniper, far away from actual danger. It’s not that he’s not skilled at a more melee range as well—he’s trained with pistols, shotguns, etc, and he makes pretty good snap decisions in a fight on the spot. He’s definitely a more “defensive” fighter at closer range. The problem is actually his more supernatural ability, which specialists estimate has been developing slowly over time spent in the more radiation-heavy wards (or possibly in response to some emotional turmoil, though that’s just the psych evaluation’s opinion). Dempsey seems to build up and then semi-randomly discharge kinetic energy, which bursts from him in a kind of shock wave. The size and strength of this wave varies, doing anything from simply shattering people’s glasses at a party to blowing out a building. He really has no control over it, but analysts note it seems to happen when he’s scared (always) and that taking stress in combat seems to amplify the effect.
Equipment: Sniper rifle (magnetic, modified scope) Pistol x2 (cartridge) Shotgun (cartridge, experimental model taken from Los Lados warehouse) Protective vest, light body-armor. Wears a lot of black.
Alias: Nailgun
Personality: Dempsey is a nervous wreck. He’ll jump if you talk to him and his eyes always seem to be roving, searching for an escape route. He carries a nervous, building energy about him that tends to make other people uncomfortable, particularly in combat situations where the order is to remain calm. Too bad, since Dempsey is never calm. He seems constantly convinced he’s going to die and hell, you can’t decide if he’s terrified or excited about the possibility. He speaks in fast jumbles, panics when he lies, and laughs to cover it up. Dempsey doesn’t like to be touched and will physically flinch if made contact with, which his official file blames on PTSD. He spends most of his time modifying or fiddling with his weaponry, which is both creative and compulsive. The man is surprisingly intelligent and has a lot of knowledge packed in under all that pent-up anxiety. He’s very much a follower, doing what he’s told and cowing to the whims of others in a disagreement. If there’s one thing Dempsey can be counted on for, though, it’s a steady trigger finger. He might be terrified, but he’s no coward—he’ll stand his ground and deliver when the going gets tough.
Appearance: Dempsey appears to be about thirty years old. Average in height and weight—lean build if not for extensive combat training, which shows in broad shoulders and wiry upper body strength. Probably the first thing your eyes would be drawn to would be his hair, which is… large. Thick reddish-brown curls spring at least to his shoulders, which he typically keeps tied back or under a hood/helmet on jobs. When unbound, the sheer volume of hair becomes something like an afro, dwarfing his long, narrow face. His complexion is pale and slightly freckly, with an outthrust jaw and patchy red stubble. He has very light gray eyes. There’s some kind of scar visible on the left side of his face, but it’s not clear what caused it.
History: From a paramilitary family, Thomas Dempsey Jr. never had much resemblance to his father. His father was a high-ranking officer in EPOL and was widely respected by others in the ranks for his leadership and other abilities. From the time he was born, Dempsey was trained and groomed to enter EPOL. Before she died, his mother desperately tried to cultivate other options for him, forms of self-expression or trade that didn’t require such a violent lifestyle. For a mediocre child with little natural ability in any one field, however, combat training won out. You didn’t have to be talented to shoot a gun and do what you were told. Skill would come with time.
He was young when he was officially accepted into the academy (via connections, not by merit) and began going out on EPOL missions, and (while nobody dared tell him or his father) the general consensus was disappointment. He was no prodigy, despite his origins, and Dempsey had to work twice as hard just to satisfy the sergeants and instructors. Even now, the rumors that he wasn’t actually his father’s son began to spread as those in the paramilitary force sought a reason why he fell so short of the mark. Embarrassed and disappointed, Thomas Dempsey Sr. effectively disowned him, claiming his wife had been unfaithful and turning his back on his son.
Trapped in the system nonetheless, Dempsey was a solid long-range sniper and his first unit began to specialize on raiding illegal weapons caches in the south Wards. Exposure to seemingly every kind of bootleg gun available seemed to spark some creativity in Dempsey’s mind and he began to modify his own weapons, which he got in major trouble over once the officers found out. There was no room in EPOL for ingenuity from a nameless scrub. To punish him—or maybe to test him—he was reassigned to “front lines” in supposedly the most dangerous territory. Gang members and civilians all blended together, and sometimes there was no distinguishing between the two. He risked his life every day in often radioactive territory, and though they never saw him behind the EPOL helmet, he saw every one of their faces, which still haunt him.
It wasn’t through compassion or sympathy that he left his new squadron, however, even after he was moved back to weapons cache raids. Strange things had been happening to him, and people had started to take notice. Incidents where they were under fire and an invisible force would suddenly sweep his squad members off their feet, or a gun would shatter in his hands. It took a raid where a surprise assault in a weapons locker blew out every wall, crate, and gun except the one in Dempsey’s hands before he realized it was him. He was ejected from EPOL as a loose cannon, volatile, someone developing signs of supernatural ability without control. It didn’t take long for Ultralight to find him.
Five years have passed since Dempsey became a contractor for Ultralight, and he’s become somewhat of a weapons specialist. His kinetic bursts remain unstable and inconsistent, so he’s seldom assigned to the field anymore since the initial trial period where he attempted to master control of his ability and came away so shell-shocked that some weren’t sure he’d ever leave the safe house again. In that time he’s recovered some and subsists off of frequent small jobs, essentially “pest” extermination of smaller youkai and monsters. He’s never stayed with a cell for long, but frequently acts as a resource for contractors who need special mods to their guns or to pick his brain for his weapons knowledge.
Capabilities: Dempsey is excellent at long-range combat and is most useful (and safe) as a sniper, far away from actual danger. It’s not that he’s not skilled at a more melee range as well—he’s trained with pistols, shotguns, etc, and he makes pretty good snap decisions in a fight on the spot. He’s definitely a more “defensive” fighter at closer range. The problem is actually his more supernatural ability, which specialists estimate has been developing slowly over time spent in the more radiation-heavy wards (or possibly in response to some emotional turmoil, though that’s just the psych evaluation’s opinion). Dempsey seems to build up and then semi-randomly discharge kinetic energy, which bursts from him in a kind of shock wave. The size and strength of this wave varies, doing anything from simply shattering people’s glasses at a party to blowing out a building. He really has no control over it, but analysts note it seems to happen when he’s scared (always) and that taking stress in combat seems to amplify the effect.
Equipment: Sniper rifle (magnetic, modified scope) Pistol x2 (cartridge) Shotgun (cartridge, experimental model taken from Los Lados warehouse) Protective vest, light body-armor. Wears a lot of black.
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@Buzzkill OH NO, CARROT TOP. It's nice. I like it. Feel free to move it to the CHAR tab.
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@Burger Hey, I really like the idea of your roleplay. Having read the OP, I think I'll work on a character for submission if that's okay.
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I'm still here btw just haven't had anything to say
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@Burger Here is my character submission. I hope it's okay. Let me know if anything needs to be changed.
N a m e :
Cassian Priest
A l i a s :
Impulse
P e r s o n a l i t y :
Strong conviction permeates his persona and is the underlying foundation upon which Cassian's personality is built. Underneath carefully constructed exterior expressions and calculated emotions lies the heart and soul of a man who places his code at the forefront of the summation of his being. Honor and necessity, two traditionally polar values, find harmony within the mentality of the former enforcer and guide both thought and action even while under the weight of pressured situations--an important skill honed and developed in the fires of a past littered with heated experiences. All that said, social interaction willfully breaks the mold and provides temporary relief from the realities of hard choices made. The man revels in good conversation and finds that genuine dialogue with others is something of a safe space where one can fully relax. His words run the gamut of playfully sarcastic wit to venom of the purest kind and every level in between is open to exploration dependent upon the given participant. In totality, Cassian is a complete individual who has come to understand his own nature and reins himself within the borders of what he considers to be his true and natural self.
A p p e a r a n c e :
Cassian is clearly of Asian descent though long suspected his heritage sits neatly beside western ethnicity--a truth that he has purposely never cared enough to thoroughly investigate. Traits of his original bloodline dominate his physicality with a standing height of five foot nine inches and a present weight of somewhere just shy of one hundred and sixty pounds. His body is lean and athletic as a direct result of his storied past, each line and contour of definition a necessity of survival and a determination to simply be better. His detailed back is adorned with a unique, inky design depicting an eastern-inspired dragon coiling and curling its snake-like body just past a hardly exposed tailbone and glaring defiantly at all who are subjected to the rear of its owner with blank eyes that sport a golden hue. Old scars are lightly scattered throughout the entirety of Cassian's bare self and remain covered under an assortment of formal and business casual style attire chosen for both a professional look and function that has become second nature after a lifetime of performance in said clothing.
H i s t o r y :
The family Priest initially came together from opposite ends of the world, an Asian man from a prominent family emigrating to a new country and city and stumbling into his one true love while pursuing the dream of creating a business he could call his own. The duo used their combined skill, education, and knowledge to erect a successful venture, carving out a space in the financial industry and garnering good will and renown amongst denizens of The Centre. In honor of the woman who helped him create this new life and the union they would now share as husband and wife, the man boldly took on her last name after their marital ceremony and decided the legacy of the business would also do the same; Priest Financial was born and a few short years later so was the couple's first and only child, Cassian Priest.
Cassian was a bubbly and inquisitive child, showing a thirst for life that most would deem only possible in the environment of The Centre. He would routinely be caught climbing atop any and everything as soon as he gained the ability walk and contort his body to will and excursions outside the home followed in the years he began to grow bigger and more bold. His teachers called him a delight and an extrovert in class, but the nannies always had the same report; the boy was found in the shed in the backyard or he was found just outside the gated property. The young boy was curious about the world outside from the time he could ascertain wonderment and he made every effort to satisfy his curiosity whenever and wherever he could. In reality however, these practices held more meaning than simple sight-seeing. As the boy's parents were rarely home due to the demands of their company, Cassian's growing loneliness was only kept at bay by the strangers he met on the small adventures he had.
As time went on and the young boy grew into a young teen, his frequency to leave his home and explore the world around him only increased. He maintained his place in the top percentages of his high school which he felt gave him the perfect excuse to come and go as he pleased. By this point, he now had a small circle of friends who held similar passions and the group would often be seen and greeted by citizens of The Centre as they went about their business. It was also around this time however, that life threw an unexpected twist at the teenage Priest. Though Cassian's parents had amassed a small fortune to be sure, The Centre was full of the super-rich which also meant that arrogance and status were both held in high regard. Teenagers from bigger, more powerful families began harrassing Cassian's group at every turn and it wasn't long before a former bubbly child became a battered and bruised teen on fire. Anger consumed him and Cassian and his group lashed out at those that dared speak ill of them or their families.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely and this held true for the young Cassian who had discovered just how alluring a fraction of real power could be. Him and his group began to gain infamy amongst students in school and secured a reputation for being dangerous and unpredictable. Even with the needs of business being a constant distraction, Cassian's parents would stand for this kind of behavior no longer. It was decided upon graduation that their admittedly smart and independent son would be shipped off to an EDENPOL academy to instill discipline and a sense of order in his now chaotic life. It was only a week after graduation when military personnel showed up at Priest's door and forcefully took Cassian in a direction that would inform the rest of his life.
EDENPOL taught Cassian a lot of things. They re-balanced his emotional center and allowed him to come to terms with the true reasons for his erratic behavior during his high school years. They installed order and discipline in his psyche which spurred a growth of maturity in the now young man he had become. They gave him skills that a mere civilian could not possess and honed his fighting ability to the point that he was quickly becoming known as one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in his class. More importantly than anything else, however, they revealed a critical piece of his true nature that had remain locked behind the safety and security of a constantly guarded environment in The Centre--the young soldier possessed an otherworldly ability to feel and sense danger before the he could come to harm. He described it as an impulse in his mind and body that warned him of unknown danger and forced his body to respond in the appropriate manner. EDENPOL helped him develop this unique trait though as he undertook the missions he was ordered to tackle, a growing sense of disillusion formed deep within. He was still taking orders from authorities above him and now that he knew of his true potential, he became more confident in making a decision he had been lingering on.
It had happened after his first mission. Cassian had been sent with a small group to infiltrate a business in order to arrest a higher ranking member of the Ito-Gumi. The mission was flowing smoothly and even resulted in success, but this had been a calculated move by the notorious gang. In the short span of time that Cassian had found himself alone with a member of the organization, she had planted some very compelling truths in the mind of the young soldier. And she had also offered a way to truly live free if that's what he so desired. Once the man had come to grips with his newfound ability, he deserted EDENPOL and joined the Ito-Gumi to become one of their enforcers and act as security for a variety of their locations and meetings. He spent years with the group and forged a familial bond with officers he would interact with daily and, for a while, he was truly happy.
As time went on, Cassian once again took stock of his life and began to reflect on the horrific things he had seen and done as a high-ranking member of the Ito-Gumi. Age brought wisdom and a proper sense of guilt and his conscience was beginning to get the better of him. It all came to a head at some point and, once again, Cassian abandoned a group that had accepted him and taught him valuable life lessons. This time however, he made sure he properly severed ties and was poised to retire to a life of relative quiet until he stumbled upon a woman calling herself Cider. It was then that he learned of the world of contractors and Ultralight and it was also then that he knew this meeting was fate giving him one more chance at creating a legacy he could be proud of. He joined Ultralight and has been working with the group for approximately two years. In that time, he has worked with multiple cells and met many different kinds of people, but one truth emerged and has remained steady.
Ultralight is the place he can truly think of as home.
Cassian was a bubbly and inquisitive child, showing a thirst for life that most would deem only possible in the environment of The Centre. He would routinely be caught climbing atop any and everything as soon as he gained the ability walk and contort his body to will and excursions outside the home followed in the years he began to grow bigger and more bold. His teachers called him a delight and an extrovert in class, but the nannies always had the same report; the boy was found in the shed in the backyard or he was found just outside the gated property. The young boy was curious about the world outside from the time he could ascertain wonderment and he made every effort to satisfy his curiosity whenever and wherever he could. In reality however, these practices held more meaning than simple sight-seeing. As the boy's parents were rarely home due to the demands of their company, Cassian's growing loneliness was only kept at bay by the strangers he met on the small adventures he had.
As time went on and the young boy grew into a young teen, his frequency to leave his home and explore the world around him only increased. He maintained his place in the top percentages of his high school which he felt gave him the perfect excuse to come and go as he pleased. By this point, he now had a small circle of friends who held similar passions and the group would often be seen and greeted by citizens of The Centre as they went about their business. It was also around this time however, that life threw an unexpected twist at the teenage Priest. Though Cassian's parents had amassed a small fortune to be sure, The Centre was full of the super-rich which also meant that arrogance and status were both held in high regard. Teenagers from bigger, more powerful families began harrassing Cassian's group at every turn and it wasn't long before a former bubbly child became a battered and bruised teen on fire. Anger consumed him and Cassian and his group lashed out at those that dared speak ill of them or their families.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely and this held true for the young Cassian who had discovered just how alluring a fraction of real power could be. Him and his group began to gain infamy amongst students in school and secured a reputation for being dangerous and unpredictable. Even with the needs of business being a constant distraction, Cassian's parents would stand for this kind of behavior no longer. It was decided upon graduation that their admittedly smart and independent son would be shipped off to an EDENPOL academy to instill discipline and a sense of order in his now chaotic life. It was only a week after graduation when military personnel showed up at Priest's door and forcefully took Cassian in a direction that would inform the rest of his life.
EDENPOL taught Cassian a lot of things. They re-balanced his emotional center and allowed him to come to terms with the true reasons for his erratic behavior during his high school years. They installed order and discipline in his psyche which spurred a growth of maturity in the now young man he had become. They gave him skills that a mere civilian could not possess and honed his fighting ability to the point that he was quickly becoming known as one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in his class. More importantly than anything else, however, they revealed a critical piece of his true nature that had remain locked behind the safety and security of a constantly guarded environment in The Centre--the young soldier possessed an otherworldly ability to feel and sense danger before the he could come to harm. He described it as an impulse in his mind and body that warned him of unknown danger and forced his body to respond in the appropriate manner. EDENPOL helped him develop this unique trait though as he undertook the missions he was ordered to tackle, a growing sense of disillusion formed deep within. He was still taking orders from authorities above him and now that he knew of his true potential, he became more confident in making a decision he had been lingering on.
It had happened after his first mission. Cassian had been sent with a small group to infiltrate a business in order to arrest a higher ranking member of the Ito-Gumi. The mission was flowing smoothly and even resulted in success, but this had been a calculated move by the notorious gang. In the short span of time that Cassian had found himself alone with a member of the organization, she had planted some very compelling truths in the mind of the young soldier. And she had also offered a way to truly live free if that's what he so desired. Once the man had come to grips with his newfound ability, he deserted EDENPOL and joined the Ito-Gumi to become one of their enforcers and act as security for a variety of their locations and meetings. He spent years with the group and forged a familial bond with officers he would interact with daily and, for a while, he was truly happy.
As time went on, Cassian once again took stock of his life and began to reflect on the horrific things he had seen and done as a high-ranking member of the Ito-Gumi. Age brought wisdom and a proper sense of guilt and his conscience was beginning to get the better of him. It all came to a head at some point and, once again, Cassian abandoned a group that had accepted him and taught him valuable life lessons. This time however, he made sure he properly severed ties and was poised to retire to a life of relative quiet until he stumbled upon a woman calling herself Cider. It was then that he learned of the world of contractors and Ultralight and it was also then that he knew this meeting was fate giving him one more chance at creating a legacy he could be proud of. He joined Ultralight and has been working with the group for approximately two years. In that time, he has worked with multiple cells and met many different kinds of people, but one truth emerged and has remained steady.
Ultralight is the place he can truly think of as home.
C a p a b i l i t i e s :
Cassian has the ability to feel and sense danger before he suffers harm from it. It manifests as a feeling in his mind and a physical feeling in his body, usually the back of the neck, and forces his body to move appropriately in order to avoid the repercussions of whatever is coming. The caveat is that he cannot tell specifically what kind of danger is imminent, but the feeling is enough to help him be prepared for all manner of chaos. It has helped him out of situations time and time again and it even allows his hand-to-hand fighting style to be better because he can use the most efficient movements in conjunction with this impulse to overcome his enemies.
E q u i p m e n t :
9mm Catridge-based Pistol, full-size
4-inch Combat Knife made of a carbon-polymer composite
Small, magnetic concussive grenades that emit a field of shifting magnetic polarities which interrupts the natural magnetic field of human beings and disrupts the equilibrium--basically gives those caught in the blast a massive headache and an inability to keep their balance for a while
4-inch Combat Knife made of a carbon-polymer composite
Small, magnetic concussive grenades that emit a field of shifting magnetic polarities which interrupts the natural magnetic field of human beings and disrupts the equilibrium--basically gives those caught in the blast a massive headache and an inability to keep their balance for a while
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@Concept I was on edge at first because _another_ EDENPOL officer. Thankfully, I think the angle of a cop turned enforcer is _just_ enough to differentiate. All you have to do is remove the image at the top (and maybe add a short sentence or two added to the appearance) because I'm a stickler for cohesion and we're all doing text appearances now.
Please no more cops. there's so many
Please no more cops. there's so many
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@Burger Lol, my whole intention was to have a character deeply embedded with the Ito-Gumi, but as I was writing the history it just made sense that his parents would ship him off due to his behavior and their pride. However, I have backstory with the Ito-Gumi planned so hopefully you'll appreciate the setup later.
Gotcha on appearance.
Gotcha on appearance.
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Damn, EDENPOL is straight up hemorrhaging officers.
I feel like I may have unintentionally started a trend......
I feel like I may have unintentionally started a trend......
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I seriously meant for my guy to be totally in with the Ito-Gumi lol. I see the trend though. Makes me want to run a second character that's got nothing to do with EDENPOL whatsoever if it'll balance things out a bit.
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Makes me want to run a second character that's got nothing to do with EDENPOL whatsoever if it'll balance things out a bit.
It's fine as it is, me thinks. I was mostly worried about "Hey man, I was a cop!", "Same here!", then it turns into a buddy cop RP.
Thankfully, we get nice juicy intercharacter drama with "EDENPOL brotherhood REPRESENT" and "fuck the police lmao". Which solved what I was worried about most.
but please no more cops, you can be practically anything else
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Good to hear. Although the prospect of that buddy cop RP did have me curious for a second or two lol.
EDIT - Good question^^^
EDIT - Good question^^^
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Do it if you want to ping them. Like how I want to ping you now. I don't mind if people ping or not.
Do it if you want to ping them. Like how I want to ping you now. I don't mind if people ping or not.
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I would also like to say, having a bit of buddy cop interaction wouldn't be an inherently bad thing; as long as it's just one character dynamic rather than eating up the entire RP. We'll have to see if anything like that develops, though.
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The issue would be less "two people are buddy cops" and more "four people could have been buddy cops".
As it stands, we're all gucci now.
As it stands, we're all gucci now.
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Name: Ambrosine Dumortier
Alias: Stim
Age: 45
Personality: She is opinionated, independent, and very much into exploration. Many people find her a bit charming due to her confident but slightly off-kilter sense of humor and speech. She appreciates humor and wit. Her freedom with her opinion leads her to expect others to share their opinions. As such, Ambrosine is a large proponent for free speech and directness. She is an introvert but is not unsociable by any stretch of the imagination.
Appearance: Ambrosine stands at 5'4". When kitted out, she wears her armor: Combat Armor. Her face settles into a slight scowl by default, and she rarely smiles. She only strongly smiles if laughing.
History: Following a rather uneventful childhood in the slums as the middle daughter of 5 children, Ambrosine took up a job scrounging through various scrap piles. During one of her scavenges, she found an odd engraved coin that read, "You who found this shall soon meet true Fate." Thinking little of it given how many fortune tellers milled about the slums offering false hope, she took it home with her to keep as a nice decoration. It sat on her workbench for a few weeks before it disappeared. Ambrosine figured someone stole it, and while she was correct, she had no idea who it was nor their real intentions.
The day following the disappearance of the coin, she was quietly working in the workshop alone. She was engrossed in her work, so she never noticed anything amiss. All she remembered from that night was blacking out and then waking up on a cold stone floor in a cell that sported odd engravings along the wall. Her cellmate was odd to say the least. She looked like some sort of obsidian colored demon. She had no time to further try and figure out why before she was bodily dragged out by what seemed to be humanoid lights. They dragged her before a surprising angelic looking woman who glowed with a golden light. The woman screamed something about her being unclean and fated to die. her followers reacted by dragging Ambrosine away to a torture room. They flogged her until her back was raw and ripped open. This procedure continued for what she calculated to be around a week.
During that week, in between their daily torture sessions, Ambrosine struck up conversation with her cellmate. She found out that the creature was not human and was brought there due to being considered unclean. Neither of the women knew why they were considered unclean and fit to be tortured to death, but over time, roughly a couple years, their relationship blossomed into a romance. They were so close that when her cellmate hatched a plan to escape, Ambrosine trusted her fully to put the plan into motion. They waited until their daily torture session and both ambushed the guards. The guards lacked any weapons, so taking them down was not hard. From there, the two followed the paths that they memorized to try and get into the main sanctum. Once there, her cellmate, named Ilua, told her that she had to do something. She destroyed herself to fuse into Ambrosine and also form a ritual dagger to use against the leader of the area. The combination of both women's strength led to Ambrosine entering the sanctum and stabbing the main leader to death. In that process, the magical implosion shunted her out of the pocket dimension and back into the real world. Ultralight contractors stood there dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of a human. The tear in reality closed behind her rather violently. They killed the remaining cultists while she explained, much of it at a babbling pace, how she killed their leader and found herself back in the real world. She explained the dagger and the sacrifice Ilua made. She also found the coin in her other palm, the engraving changed to read, "Use my power and never forget me, love. -Ilua"
The Ultralight contractors were careful around her at first. They took her to meet Cider under armed guard. After a lengthy interrogation process, Ambrosine was deemed safe and even fit to work for them. That was 24 years ago. Since then, Ambrosine became a street doc and tinkerer in her own shop. She also discovered the blessing or curse of Ilua infusing her essence into Ambrosine. Some other fate based supernatural events proved to be unable to detect or affect her and she regenerated from even the worst wounds. She felt no hunger, fatigue, thirst, or need to breathe. Eventually, after consulting with quite a few occult experts and practitioners, she learned that her soul, while still there and combined with Ilua's, was no longer considered a part of fate. The immortality and lack of physical needs came as a side effect of ceasing to exist in the tapestry of fate. Taking that information into account, Ambrosine doubled down on her tinkering and medical profession while working for Ultralight as a supernaturally resilient field medic.
Capabilities: Ambrosine, following a supernatural encounter, has ceased to exist within the bonds of fate. As such, she regenerates wounds slowly and is effectively immortal. She does not age, eat, drink, breathe, or sleep. She can choose to eat or drink for the purpose of medication or pleasure, but she cannot naturally fall asleep. This does not prevent knockouts or drug induced unconsciousness. Due to her regeneration, she metabolizes drugs, toxins, poisons, and other chemicals at an increased pace, so for her to self-medicate, she must reapply it more frequently, thus taking more doses than her comrades.
While not militarily trained, she did pick up some proficiency with firearms. Ambrosine favors PDWs, carbines, and handguns. For close quarters, she utilizes techniques learned from experience and application of Jeet Kune Do's philiosophies.
She has medical experience equivalent to any degree holding doc, but she has also learned how to perform surgery and medical attention in subpar conditions, with salvaged materials, and with makeshift tools.
Ambrosine is also a tinkerer. She has built her drones, armor, and any other item needed. She tinkers with items to try and create more useful items. Her skills have limits, usually tied to the tech level she can work with, that can often make her creations unstable or high maintenance. She can and does make homemade firearms, using them as her primary weapons.
Equipment:
Combat Medic Armor- includes AR display for info from tools and drones for proper diagnosis and treatment, is able to withstand small arms fire for a moderate time, and is environmentally sealed when not damaged. It has multiple protective layers to attempt to extend the lifespan of the environmental sealing. The suit can filter the air for about 12 hours on a set of filters. (half that of military gear) There are numerous pockets and loops to hold drugs and tools.
Medic Bag: While normally worn as a backpack, this pack contains supplementary tools, drugs, and materials to treat wounds in the field.
Homemade subcompact 10mm handgun: Easy to find round, easy to make ammo as well. Provides power in a small package. 10 round magazine, or optionally a 15 round mag if concealment or small size are less necessary. Integrally suppressed for hearing comfort. (not silenced, just reduced noise to reduce pain on ears if fired outside her combat kit)
Homemade bullpup 10mm PDW: See above and add rifle velocity. 30 round magazine standard. Integrally suppressed for hearing comfort. (not silenced, just reduced noise to reduce pain on ears if fired outside her combat kit)
Diagnostic Drone: A flying drone used to obtain additional diagnostic info for diagnosis and treatment.
Other: She carries an engraved coin and the dagger from the event that transformed her. She often flips the coin through her fingers when resting or thinking. She is a native English speaker and fluent in both French and Mandarin. Following Ilua's fusion, she can speak an odd language, most likely the native language of Ilua. She can also write in the script of that language, though the script looks occult or demonic depending upon what the observer thinks about markings.
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It is a little rough, but it is finished enough for scrutiny. Also, the formatting transfer from notepad to this is a chore. Say hello to your French heritage Field Medic and Tinkerer.
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