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Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@Ghost Queen Innate abilities, which essentially translates to natural weapons (and potentially magic), which would also include weaponry similar to or derived from any innate abilities and bionetics the host had, including biomods. So yes. I suppose it bears mentioning, as well, that it's not impossible for a Husk to acquire biomods or cybermods after their creation, assuming the mods are appropriately modified to suit them, but the race's nature as essentially a zombie proto-apocalypse generally precludes anyone actually wanting to help them, for obvious reasons.

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@Ghost Queen Sounds like a plan to me.

@LancerOfBlue With regards to what magic is, an assumption that it's an all-encompassing field of sorts will suffice. Regarding your ideas, uhhh... this may need discussing with Solaris before anything is confirmed, but I believe I did point out previously (if I didn't, I am now) that transformative magic is extraordinarily difficult for the same reasons that simply blowing up a person's head is difficult - you need to manipulate all of the substances involved in the transformation, and especially the need to alter one's genes from human to animalistic and back was a nigh-impossible feat, since for the majority of history humans didn't even know genes existed (though now that they do, a VERY sufficiently-learned individual could feasibly attempt to create a spell that turns them into a chimera until they want to switch back... with varying success, ahemhem).
That said, the treant idea is actually more viable: it's established that rituals can be used to, for instance, become an immortal skeleton, and I imagine a similar ritual to turn oneself into a tree person, or rather put one's mind into a tree whilst shifting it into a form the user can actually move around, might be similarly difficult in different ways, but ultimately plausible. To wit, the person so altered would probably live longer than a normal human, but they'd still be limited by the tree's natural lifespan, and would obviously be somewhat out of luck if, say, an oak-killing fungus started sweeping through the ranks of the local ents.
Just as a final note, animal handling skills ought to be trained rather than an innate part of a druid's magical abilities, since again, transformation is difficult.

@Kafka Komedy Bionetics might be converted into innate parts of the Husk's biology. Cybernetics would just be ejected from the body as it morphs. The main thing about Husks is that their innate abilities- at least for the "sentients", in this case PCs, though that may differ from the understandably-weaker drones- are more on par with humans and chimeras including cybernetic and bionetic alterations, whilst consequently being stronger than biomod-less chimeras, and way stronger than unaugmented humans. Draconids set that up by being flat-out stronger, in exchange for it being real difficult to install either cybernetic or bionetic modifications; Husks do it by being potentially far more diverse, not only having access to the perks of being a zombie insect, but also a pool of powers that they outright don't need modification to access, potentially up to and including the passive magical effects Draconids possess if they get lucky (reeeaaaal lucky, though, especially if it's both flight and a breath weapon they're receiving). They can have acid cannons innately; they can have wallclimbing spider powers innately; and so on and so forth, pretty much covering the entirety of viable biomods and then some.
As for magical aptitude, I can imagine a sentient Husk created from a mage is more likely to have magical aptitude, in much the same way that a mage is more likely to give birth to children who are mages - not guaranteed, but as has been said, the chances of a magical lineage continuing are greater than a new line of magic being birthed from a previously-powerless one.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I have made a post at last. Aaaaand forgot to mention @The Fated Fallen in it, because I am forgetful. So, yeah, that's relevant to you, Fated.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

It seemed like nobody had really reacted to Sett's proclamation of his actual profession, beyond a notable- and quite sharp- stare from the seven-foot-tall Elf-like being across the room. What did they call themselves? Skay-lee, or something, he wasn't quite sure. This was the first time it had ever been relevant for him. He was sure he'd learn the being's actual race sometime soon. Perhaps not his habits... though the soldier seemed more than happy to trust him on that matter. More fool him.

Either way, time passed, as time does, and it soon happened that it was time to move on to the wilderness. The tall fellow, apparently untrusting of Elven magic, was led out of the room by another individual. In her turn, the attractive-though-unkind Elf Princess began some sort of magical incantation, which Sett was sure he'd be able to figure out the logistics of if he only and they were in a field. An incredibly lovely field, almost as magical as the magic that had just been cast, but still a field. And it seemed this was where they were to sleep for the night...

He did not have his own camping equipment. As a matter of fact, he had not so much as a bedspread to his name. In fairness, it was not as though he was not more than used to sleeping rough, but he had not done so for close to three years now. And even if he had, he suspected it would be rather colder and harsher down in the Southlands than in the cities of Vrettonia... not, he noticed, something that seemed to bother the Dwarf of the party, who seemed to lie down and fall asleep near-instantly, in spite of another's protests. And now that he thought about it, this "other" was dressed in a manner suggesting wealth, though much inferior to the Princess' own lavish appearance, yet with more of a practical streak if the style was anything to go by. Though he'd be rather annoyed if it turned out she too was a mage of some sort, if the accent- so similar to, yet so different from his own- implied anything about her lineage. That might make acquiring anything off her harder than usual.

She was, however, quite able to set up her own campsite. For a while, Sett took the time to simply watch her and the others, with his soldier companion taking little and less time, whilst the apparently-noble lady took quite a bit to do her own preparations for the night. Finally, as she completed her tasks, he decided he might as well try to get into her good graces, if only to see if she was as gullible as the soldier in question; strolling over to her, he hailed her with a jovial smile: 'Greetings, O fair lady! I don't believe we've talked to one another yet, and I was wondering if I might get to know you, perhaps learn your name if I may? I'm sure you heard my, ah, earlier statements about myself, but I've scarce heard anything about you, perhaps for distraction's sake if nothing else.'

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@Kafka Komedy 1. Because there are worse things than fictional zombie giant insects. That, and the more awareness there is, the more likely it is that people can stop it from happening.
2. You're welcome, and you can absolutely make a second character who's a mage if you like.

@13org 1. It's pretty bad, yeah. If you enjoy having faith in humanity, don't look up what they do.
2. Sounds like a plan. I'm looking forward to it.

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@13org You know what's really gross? The process of selling Slow Lorises as pets, which involves... well, it's a godawful practice, as is any animal trafficking racket, and I'll leave it at that.

By the by, everyone, I've added in some clarifications about how magic is able to be utilised, specifically what it outright can't do and what restrictions it has on it, in the first post. Just so everybody knows.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Shattered Heaven (JoJo Fan RP. Looking for Players!)

The Mister Deadly Ripple Vampire

Motley Crue

Male, heterosexual, 37, vampire, Vampirism/Ripple/Stand

「Heavy Fuel」

「Heavy Fuel」
Destructive Power: A
Speed: B
Range: D
Staying: A
Precision: D
Developmental Potential: B

「Heavy Fuel」 appears as a sort of pitch black smog or oil, seeping from its user's body whenever it is active, and often forming itself into a highly muscular humanoid with a handsome, if somewhat exaggerated face, clawed hands and no legs to speak of, or alternatively a skeletal version of the same with very sharp-looking teeth.

「Heavy Fuel」 possesses the power of 「Nicotine For Breakfast」, inverting the normal relationship its user has with the Ripple, thereby converting it into a sort of anti-Ripple similar to the energy that sustains undead beings such as vampires. This negative Ripple, variously referred to by the user in many ways, can be utilised in much the same way as the normal Ripple, but reacts with undead beings in much the same way as the normal Ripple does with living beings, ranging from enhanced healing to strength boosts, whilst rapidly killing just about any living being via extreme necrosis and potentially subsequent zombification, or otherwise negatively affecting them in some form or another, and is even capable of negating and/or overwhelming the standard Ripple if the opponent is less skilled in its use and/or less powerful than the user is. Due to the form the Stand takes and its abilities, it is extremely resistant to harm, drifting around most objects and Stands that opponents try to harm it with, whilst in turn allowing the user to channel their anti-Ripple through it and anything touching it up to and including other Stands, making a straightforward Stand battle a dangerous proposition to say the least.

Personality

In spite of the rather vile nature of his power, it is perhaps the very same power that allows Motley to maintain something resembling a degree of humanity - though he is at heart a vampire, with all that comes with it, he possesses an odd degree of empathy toward most of those he would normally consider prey, and so tends to target only the worse aspects of the human race when out for blood. Even so, he is cold in tone and dispassionate in deed, and markedly unrepentant not just for the killings he's performed both in self defense and cold blood, but for any and every aspect of his life, from his decision to become a vampire in the first place to his other choices both positive and not-so-positive; one of his major driving motivations is the ability to acquire more power, although he wonders how that might be achieved beyond simply training himself to improve his Ripple strength, as he feels he is spoiled for choice to the point of hesitation in terms of vampiric improvements at the moment.

Biography

Motley Crue was born to a poor family at the turn of the 20th century, and indeed, one might compare his upbringing to that of a certain young man-turned-undead monster from England, just a few decades before, but for three significant factors: Motley was raised in America rather than England; his father never encountered any rich gentlemen who might then owe him a debt; and said father was nothing like so abusive as that of Dio Brando. Indeed, though impoverished, Warner Crue and his wife Nikki made quite sure to instill the best traits possible in their son, Warner in particular making a point that to get to a higher station than his dear father, the boy had better put as much work as possible into it. Thus, whilst poor enough that his formal education was limited to a public school, Motley made sure to put his entire effort into education and socialization for as long as he could, before eventually passing into the workforce as an apprentice bookmaker under an enigmatic individual calling himself John Lee.

For a few years, that was as far as he managed to get. John did not seem to earn much money from his work, and though Motley was lucky enough to be paid in order to help sustain both himself and his parents, it certainly wasn't the sort of power that he'd decided his father had meant when explaining things to him - that is, he didn't have the ability to tell people what to do in any sense of the word. Indeed, he was close to accepting that maybe such a goal would require more generations than his own to achieve, only for his father to die of a heart attack, followed shortly by his mother's passing from the grief, alongside some sort of queer fever that no doctor of the day could identify the source of. He was but twenty two years old at the time, and as an only child, the only person left to him in the world was John Lee.

The man's reaction to learning Motley's parents had died was, inexplicably, to jab the young man in the solar plexus, seemingly winding him, yet oddly leaving him feeling empowered for a time too... and it was this that allowed John Lee to announce that, having lived a life of significant hardship, Motley Crue was one of those few who fulfilled the one-in-ten-thousand conditions to learn the Ripple to any significant degree. He would take up its practice under John's tutelage, and become a hunter of the undead creatures called vampires alongside and ultimately in the stead of the master, a truer calling than any bookmaking shop. Thus, for the next fifteen years, Motley trained under John Lee when not running the shop, becoming an ever-more-powerful user of the Ripple and in a sense achieving what his father had always wanted for him, as the two of them hunted down a variety of vampires and zombies throughout the years... right the way up to 1938.

In this year, having travelled to Switzerland on a tipoff from one of John's allies, their skill was put up against the strongest being they had ever faced, something akin to a massively-large vampire with impossible power and superhuman abilities surpassing even those of a normal vampire, and then backed up by two others if that one happened to fail. To cut a long story short, the beast's razor-sharp arm blades tore John Lee in half, and as he lay dying he gifted Motley with his final Ripple, empowering the man to levels he'd never considered possible before then... yet even that could not defeat the creature, impossibly fast and skilled as it was.

Thoroughly defeated, Motley was sure his death was nigh; yet the creature, apparently amused by the display of courage, instead offered him an alternative: become a vampire, and help it to achieve its goal of becoming the ultimate lifeform. Though at first disgusted with the choice, he wondered on how much of a waste it would be to allow John Lee's training to die with him, as opposed to whether turning into the very thing his mentor had despised would be an insult to his memory... and ultimately decided the former trumped the latter. He accepted the monstrosity's offer, and himself became a monster, perhaps weaker than his fellows for his prior Ripple power, but nonetheless with his humanity revoked seemingly permanently.

Less than a week later, some English Ripple user and his master came along and killed one of the beasts, having apparently already killed the third just a couple of days before, only to be set against the leading creature's army of vampires, Motley included, though he never got the opportunity to so much as lay a finger on the Englishman before some Nazis showed up and attempted to use focused UV lights to destroy the vampires. In the heat of the moment, he decided that even though the Ripple would almost certainly kill him if he used it, he might as well take the chance to see if it would shield him from the certain death that was the UV light. At first, the life energy burned him from within like fire...

Then, he was inexplicably rewarded for his desire to keep living. His Ripple energy suddenly turned black as night, and he was at once revitalized and knocked unconscious, thrown into the shadows beneath the mansion that represented the creature's base, and laying there unseen for nearly half a day before awakening to find it was over: the impossible creature, along with every other living and unliving being from the night before, was nowhere to be found, and Motley was alone, though oddly aware of his empathy returning to him. In a moment of confusion, he stumbled out into the light, only realising after the fact that a black energy now coursed through his body, shielding him from the deadly rays of the Sun, as well as forming into some humanoid entity of smog that he was sure would prove deadly to any living being who came near.

More importantly, he was well aware of how powerful he now felt, as though all of his Ripple power and John Lee's had returned to him at once... he could still achieve his father's dream after all, it seemed, and more effectively than ever before. He would, he decided, return to New York, and there continue work as a bookmaker, at the same time using his new power to hunt down and slay those who would prey on others, be they criminals or simply utter bastards, whilst also sating his new desire for blood in the process. Surely, nothing could go wrong with this plan.

Other

Having been turned into a vampire and held in thrall to the Pillar Men for a time, Motley Crue has acquired a certain amount of interest in their race, and feels the need to try and sate this interest with information... including whether or not he can figure out a way to progress further up the evolutionary scale to match them, and in doing so become stronger yet than he already is.

EDIT: The "Other" section's center tag is broken.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Fortuna City, Eastern Gate - Insect Extermination

'...mutt, you say?' the red-armoured angel asked, a newfound tone of aggression in her voice, only to be cut off by her blue-plated partner pointedly clearing his throat. 'Who's talking about being a mutt, halfbreed?' he asked in his turn, notably unannoyed by the jab, though somewhat calmer anyway for knowing that the girl at least seemed to intend against violence toward the two, even if she was still prepared to respond to violence with violence. 'In any case, I do my best to avoid civilian casualties regardless, for it wouldn't be in Paradiso's best interests to slay its potential soldiers; I'm sure my partner is just as willing to avert that sort of needless loss too.'

Iscah was notably hesitant to confirm or deny that sentiment. In the end, she didn't get an opportunity to respond either way, as yet more Scarecrows found themselves charging out of the woodwork, alongside a number of Marionettes - which, she noted, would be just as weak to flame as their bug- and straw-filled counterparts. Eventually, she simply decided to tell the half-demon Kosara to 'Stay out of my way, demonspawn,' before leaping into the midst of the swarm, this time choosing not to directly utilise her flamethrowers, but rather to simply engage in melee combat with the horde as a sort of challenge to herself, taking advantage of their rather close packing to dole out Wide Swings where she could, blocking their scythes with her bucklers as necessary and dodging when she could not block, and when enough empty space opened up around her, to initiate a Tornado Strike, not only striking and slaying more of the demons, but setting them alight and often starting up a chain reaction of demon igniting demon until the crowd dispersed to avoid it.

Iacobos took a somewhat different approach. With a larger horde than before presenting itself, he imagined there would be no harm in, say, bringing forth a small army of his own. Not the angelic entities in reserve, mind, for they may be of more use in a bit, but his own acquired minions. With three consecutive cries of 'Affinities!', three portals edged and crackling with electricity opened, and three separate groups of the minor Angels poured forth before they closed - two groups of five A classes, one of five D classes, and each group led by a single E class. Eighteen in total, and whilst not strictly stronger than their foes, the E classes would at least be fairly resistant to harm, as any Scarecrow or Marionette trying to get in range would have to contend with the angelic flames that threatened to sear and burn anything evil that moved into close quarters. With his minions summoned, Iacobos doled out orders to them as follows, executed as they came: 'Destroy the Scarecrows and Marionettes! D classes, initiate with a skyward attack on your charge! Leave the half-demon alone unless she attacks an angel!'

As anticipated, the initial charge was successful enough, with the D classes sending the foes unfortunate enough to be struck by their flails into the air and the E classes setting ablaze the few fiends who dared stand their ground. After that, they found themselves up against the odds, for whilst both groups were certainly cannon fodder, the demons had rather more bodies to throw at the angels than vice versa. If Iacobos' calculations were correct, he figured the Affinities ought to hold out just long enough for the horde to disperse or be destroyed once again, since Iscah seemed to be holding her own very well; even so, he readied his blades for a close-range fight, just in case his assistance was needed.

@rivaan@Sho Minazuki

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@13org So I see, with my eyes. The zombie insectoids could use some love. Those are a playable race, by the way, folks, in case anybody wasn't sure.

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@13org Glad to have you here. Honestly, we'll probably want more characters for other races at some point, but if you definitely want to go chimera, that works just fine.

@The Wild West That all looks good to me. Feel free to put Edwin into the Characters tab.