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This is what I was talking about...I figured if it was used in the game it should be fine here
PhantomSekai said
Actually, here, a direct list of known conduit abilities within the infamous universe so far.Carpentry ManipulationConcrete ManipulationCryokinesisElectrokinesis/ElectromagnetismEnergy ManipulationFlightGlass ManipulationGravity ManipulationMagnetic ManipulationMasonry ManipulationMirror ManipulationNeon ManipulationOrganic ManipulationPaper ManipulationPower AbsorptionPower Development[5]Pressurized Water ManipulationPyrokinesisShadow ManipulationShape ShiftingSmoke ManipulationSteam ManipulationStreet
ManipulationTelekinesisTeleportationTelepathyTime TravelVideo ManipulationWire ManipulationWood ManipulationOther than the ability of time travel (which I think was more of a dues ex machina than legitimate conduit power) there are no "energy" based powers and strictly "matter" based powers (with the exclusion of delsin's absorption and development powers). So unfortunately, kinetic manipulation is not a thing. Unless once again I overlooked something, in which case, please point it out and I'll gladly change everything to fit better with the universe.
Thr only reason I used gravity was because it was mentioned in an a post of acceptable powers...or maybe I read it wrong
Well, I got off my ass and made a CS...hope you like it.
Name: Conner Ross
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Conner is a rather boisterous young man, leading to him rather brash in his decisions. His temper tends to get him into more trouble than is worth, espically with authority figures. Conner also has a protector mentality, always willing to jump in front of a bullet if it would help someone else. His "jump first ask questions later" outlook often finds him neck deep into issues that most would assume would have no possible hope of returning from, although due to his resourceful nature he generally tends to find creative ways to escape.
Conduit Powers: Smoke Manipulation- Conner is able to bend smoke to his will. The general use of which is that it allows him to dash short distances and climb walls with minor effort. Conner is able fire rapid shots of condensed smoke pellets at his enemies as well as charge up massive "bombs" allowing him do deal out great damage in a short amount of time.
Background/Curdun Cay Experience: Connor was born in the Bronx to a lower middle class family who always had to work for everything they had. For as long as he could remember he was always fighting, in one form or another but it always followed the same guideline. Connor would see someone smaller getting picked on and he would always throw himself into a fight, even if he was going to be pummeled. This went on for most of his life up until he moved out of his parents house at the ripe age of eighteen.
On the day he turned eighteen he began working at every job that would pay, all of them fired him due to his short temper and inability to work with others. This would eventually lead him to fall into a bad crowd and lead him to begin working with a gang which only furthered his behaviour. One day, as he sat on the roof of his building, he prayed that something would help him escape this life and take him away from this life. It was at that moment that he learned of his ability. As if on cue he began to wisp and turn to smoke as if he had caught on fire. Before he was able to control his smoke, he was seen by every last person in the neighborhood. Needless to say that he immedieatly tracked down and sent to Curdun Cay.
From the moment that he arrived at Curdun Cay he was treated like a dog, not only because of his abilities, but for the fact of his past. They began to experiment to see the full extent of his power testing to see if he could dash, how damage his charged abilities could do, and if he could quickly move through different types of ventilation systems. All of these things he learned to do while under the cruel tutelage at Curdun Cay. During his tenure at Curdun Cay he had to fight many of his fellow Conduits, causing him to become the very thing that he despised the most, on the day he was released he vowed that he would never fight another Conduit again.
Eventually he was let go and went back to his home in the Bronx. When he arrived he found that his home was trashed and what was left of his gang had all but been broken apart and assimilated into other gangs. Determined to make something in his life make sense Conner went back to work rebuilding what was left of his gang and taking it to new heights. Now calling themselves "The Smokers" based on the powers that Connor had discovered and he's been fighting DUP and rival gangs ever since.
Name: Conner Ross
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Conner is a rather boisterous young man, leading to him rather brash in his decisions. His temper tends to get him into more trouble than is worth, espically with authority figures. Conner also has a protector mentality, always willing to jump in front of a bullet if it would help someone else. His "jump first ask questions later" outlook often finds him neck deep into issues that most would assume would have no possible hope of returning from, although due to his resourceful nature he generally tends to find creative ways to escape.
Conduit Powers: Smoke Manipulation- Conner is able to bend smoke to his will. The general use of which is that it allows him to dash short distances and climb walls with minor effort. Conner is able fire rapid shots of condensed smoke pellets at his enemies as well as charge up massive "bombs" allowing him do deal out great damage in a short amount of time.
Background/Curdun Cay Experience: Connor was born in the Bronx to a lower middle class family who always had to work for everything they had. For as long as he could remember he was always fighting, in one form or another but it always followed the same guideline. Connor would see someone smaller getting picked on and he would always throw himself into a fight, even if he was going to be pummeled. This went on for most of his life up until he moved out of his parents house at the ripe age of eighteen.
On the day he turned eighteen he began working at every job that would pay, all of them fired him due to his short temper and inability to work with others. This would eventually lead him to fall into a bad crowd and lead him to begin working with a gang which only furthered his behaviour. One day, as he sat on the roof of his building, he prayed that something would help him escape this life and take him away from this life. It was at that moment that he learned of his ability. As if on cue he began to wisp and turn to smoke as if he had caught on fire. Before he was able to control his smoke, he was seen by every last person in the neighborhood. Needless to say that he immedieatly tracked down and sent to Curdun Cay.
From the moment that he arrived at Curdun Cay he was treated like a dog, not only because of his abilities, but for the fact of his past. They began to experiment to see the full extent of his power testing to see if he could dash, how damage his charged abilities could do, and if he could quickly move through different types of ventilation systems. All of these things he learned to do while under the cruel tutelage at Curdun Cay. During his tenure at Curdun Cay he had to fight many of his fellow Conduits, causing him to become the very thing that he despised the most, on the day he was released he vowed that he would never fight another Conduit again.
Eventually he was let go and went back to his home in the Bronx. When he arrived he found that his home was trashed and what was left of his gang had all but been broken apart and assimilated into other gangs. Determined to make something in his life make sense Conner went back to work rebuilding what was left of his gang and taking it to new heights. Now calling themselves "The Smokers" based on the powers that Connor had discovered and he's been fighting DUP and rival gangs ever since.
The sounds of combat filled Mikhail's ears and it's sights filled his mind with questions. As soon as his field surrounded the mad King, Mikhail watched his brother make quick work of the King's docile state. As he watched his brothers own attacks Mikhail kept a close watch on the others around him. The combination of the other A.M.R.O alchemist's most powerful attacks combining into one massive assault would have worked, every variable that Mikhail added up all culminated in the complete and utter destruction of this King. Something changed, a variable was added into the equation that Mikhail hadn't considered. The thought shook Mikhail to his core.
It started subtlety, Mikhail wouldn't have noticed it unless his own alchemy hadn't been beginning to fail. Gregor kept trying his quick strikes but quickly retreated when it appeared that his wounds were beginning to heal slowly. It took Mikhail to the point when the King severed his own arm to understand what was going on; this King, this insignificant alchemist as Mikhail called them, was performing forbidden alchemy. The air around the battlefield became thick and heavy with the sheer alchemic power released with the apparent exchange completed Mikhail began to shake, not with fear, but with excited anticipation. In all of his time as an alchemist, A.M.R.O. or not, he had never seen the unrivaled power that came with a forbidden alchemy. This was going to be quite the learning experience.
Mikhail's eyes darted around ferociously as Gadreal one by one took out the group of alchemists, smashing one between two giant stone slabs, smashing one into the ground, even summoning creatures of tar-like substance to attack Gregor and another alchemist. As the tar-like creatures exploded into a fireball, there was a moment where Mikhail was worried about his brother. That quickly faded when he realized that the King was loosing the power that he had sacrificed for was quickly fading, interesting. Silently waiting, Mikhail watched as two alchemists he did know for certain, XIII and VI, as they came through and dispatched the rest of the other Kings. Once that task was completed they set out to gather the fallen alchemists and take them to one of the A.M.R.O safe-houses located somewhere in Vegas...that shouldn't be too hard to figure out where.
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Gregor tried to stop the tar like creature, possibly use his Sensory Manipulation to hide himself, but it was no use...there was no other option but to let the fire consume him. It couldn't be worse than what THEY did to him. He did not scream, he did not cry out, he allowed the fire to do what it was intended to do. He could feel the fabric of his suit fade to ash as the flames began to lick his scarred body, suddenly he collapsed and allowed himself to fall into a state subconscious sleep.
He was brought back to the Facility, to the days before he became to be what he is now. He could feel his skin and muscles being cut, torn and reconditioned to suit their needs. His body burned with an intense heat, unlike anything that he had felt before and likely that he would ever feel again. Needles pierced his arms, fluids coursed through his body, he could feel his alchemic power growing wildly out of control floating in and out of the perception of others. The whirring of drills and the snipping of surgical scisors resounded in his ears.
Gregor thrashed about, finally using his tendrils to directly attack whatever it was that was keeping him from standing up utterly shattering it. In a sudden moment of clarity Gregor reached up to feel his face, relived that it was still on his face. Once he had calmed down enough he looked around the room searching for his brother hoping to see him there.
It started subtlety, Mikhail wouldn't have noticed it unless his own alchemy hadn't been beginning to fail. Gregor kept trying his quick strikes but quickly retreated when it appeared that his wounds were beginning to heal slowly. It took Mikhail to the point when the King severed his own arm to understand what was going on; this King, this insignificant alchemist as Mikhail called them, was performing forbidden alchemy. The air around the battlefield became thick and heavy with the sheer alchemic power released with the apparent exchange completed Mikhail began to shake, not with fear, but with excited anticipation. In all of his time as an alchemist, A.M.R.O. or not, he had never seen the unrivaled power that came with a forbidden alchemy. This was going to be quite the learning experience.
Mikhail's eyes darted around ferociously as Gadreal one by one took out the group of alchemists, smashing one between two giant stone slabs, smashing one into the ground, even summoning creatures of tar-like substance to attack Gregor and another alchemist. As the tar-like creatures exploded into a fireball, there was a moment where Mikhail was worried about his brother. That quickly faded when he realized that the King was loosing the power that he had sacrificed for was quickly fading, interesting. Silently waiting, Mikhail watched as two alchemists he did know for certain, XIII and VI, as they came through and dispatched the rest of the other Kings. Once that task was completed they set out to gather the fallen alchemists and take them to one of the A.M.R.O safe-houses located somewhere in Vegas...that shouldn't be too hard to figure out where.
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Gregor tried to stop the tar like creature, possibly use his Sensory Manipulation to hide himself, but it was no use...there was no other option but to let the fire consume him. It couldn't be worse than what THEY did to him. He did not scream, he did not cry out, he allowed the fire to do what it was intended to do. He could feel the fabric of his suit fade to ash as the flames began to lick his scarred body, suddenly he collapsed and allowed himself to fall into a state subconscious sleep.
He was brought back to the Facility, to the days before he became to be what he is now. He could feel his skin and muscles being cut, torn and reconditioned to suit their needs. His body burned with an intense heat, unlike anything that he had felt before and likely that he would ever feel again. Needles pierced his arms, fluids coursed through his body, he could feel his alchemic power growing wildly out of control floating in and out of the perception of others. The whirring of drills and the snipping of surgical scisors resounded in his ears.
Gregor thrashed about, finally using his tendrils to directly attack whatever it was that was keeping him from standing up utterly shattering it. In a sudden moment of clarity Gregor reached up to feel his face, relived that it was still on his face. Once he had calmed down enough he looked around the room searching for his brother hoping to see him there.
Alright guys...its taken me all day (and Im sure that it isn't what it should be) but my post is up.
Fair enough...I'll work on one and submit later.
Alright I think I will try my hand here...would there be any dispute if I chose to be a wartortle or does it have to be squirtle
I'm making my post in seperate parts...since Mikhail wasn't directly targeted by Gadreal I'll have him show up later and let Gregor wake up with everyone else.
Sidenote: Even though he's naked his mask will not come off
Sidenote: Even though he's naked his mask will not come off
I have to ask...when Gadreal mentioned the unblinking alchemist was he referring to Mikhail or Gregor...cause either way that was a great reference
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