BoomBadaBing

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Glad you’re okay, buddy! Hope the family is okay as well.

I’m still in, thought up of too many scenarios between Felix and Sully to turn back now.

Recollections: Linebreaker

Moses Roshan Ibrahima

"You call it arrogance, I call it self-love."

_______________________________________________ Moses Roshan Ibrahima He/him | 33 | African-American | 72 inches | 194 lbs. _______________________________________________ Superficial _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Someone's gotta crunch those numbers." ___________________________________ [+] [Numeracy] ⫻ Having completed multiple mathematics classes before receiving his MBA, Moses is good with numbers and analyzing data. Might not be very useful in the face of the apocalypse, though... [Quick Thinker] ⫻ Moses is adept at thinking on his feet. Being an investment banker back in Shadow, planning and conceiving back-up routes on the fly are essential skills when it comes to securing deals. [Excel Whiz] ⫻ Brother can cook up a mean spreadsheet!

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Look at me, man. Six foot, mocha chocolate complexion, crispy hairline, who can compete? ...What do you mean 'look in a mirror'?" Whoever the specimen that owns the body Moses woke up in does not take care of himself. They both stand at six feet tall with dark skin the color of smoky quartz. But that's where the similarities end. The man who stares back at him in the mirror doesn't look like he's ever stepped foot into a spa in his life. Or had his eyebrows plucked. Or has gotten a manicure. Signs of wear and tear adorn his body, issues a product off the shelf or an appointment would have easily taken care of. Dark bags line the area beneath his eyes, his skin is rough instead of being smooth to the touch. His fingers are calloused and a razor hasn't touched his head or face in many moons. What should be a well-managed goatee is instead a bushy beard and the waves with ripples like the surface of a pond are absent from his now unruly hair. Moving around in the new body feels slightly heavier as well, a sign that the thirty minutes of daily cardio recommended by his doctor isn't on the menu. Wardrobe choices are a whole other beast. Alternate Moses doesn't dress up like the early thirties investment banker that he's supposed to be. His counterpart dresses casually, with perhaps one or two dress shirts for formal occasions. Besides that, he loves his Hawaiian shirts, graphic t-shirts and vibrant colors. A stark contrast from Moses' professional wardrobe, which consists of suits, khakis, polo shirts and muted colors.

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"Smoother than baby hair, that's me."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To Moses, there is no higher calling in life than the pursuit of wealth. He seeks it in any and all forms, from the money in his bank account, to social status, to the expensive trinkets that fill his studio apartment with exposed brick walls. Moses obsesses over wealth, as if trying to fill a void in his life. Forced to endure lean times while growing up, he wishes to never go hungry or want for anything ever again. To that end, he strives towards becoming rich, with enough 'screw you' money from working and wise investments to live comfortably. It's why he chose finance as a career and endures unrealistic demands and sleepless nights as an analyst.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Moses has seen one too many times in life what looking out for others gets you. It's what led his adopted parents to fill their house with rugrats and let altruism drag them down. It's been the downfall of co-workers who assisted colleagues in need, only to get stabbed in the back and abandoned. Unless Moses is referring to himself and what he's sacrificed, sacrifice isn't a commonly used word in his vocabulary. You need to focus on taking care yourself, because who else will?

SECRETS ⫻ Moses suffers from epilepsy, a fact that he keeps hidden. In Shadow, he manages his condition with medication. Kindle Moses uses a pair of polarized sunglasses to guard his eyes from stimuli harsh enough to trigger a seizure.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Moses is heterosexual.

FEARS ⫻ Moses is afraid of losing the material wealth he's built up so far in his life. He's afraid of being seen as weak and vulnerable by those around him. He loathes being sick and only tolerates hospitals for check-ups. Moses is also afraid of intimacy. He fears growing attached to anyone and forming emotional bonds. In his opinion, strong feelings like that for someone else can make you impulsive and a danger to yourself. And Moses' primary concern is himself.

REPUTATION IN SHADOW ⫻ Shadow Moses can be best described as a campfire. Someone who serves their purpose, but not one you would want to get too close to. He does good work as an investment banker, always ready to chime in with an unused angle to get results or go above and beyond to push the envelope. He's even capable of boosting morale with a well-timed quip to ease tensions. But fire is only so useful until it overstays its welcome. One runs the risk of getting nauseous from the smoke of his shallow views or burned by his insensitive and self-centered personality.

FLAWS ⫻ Moses is prideful and dislikes relying on others. When working on an objective, his priorities start with accomplishing the goal, followed by himself at a close second. Others are barely third place. He is also a chatterbox.

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"I'm just protecting the King. And we know who the king is, right?"

"There is nothing more important in this life than family. Never turn your back on it, no matter what."

Those were the words Issac and Sarah Ibrahima lived by and tried their best to instill upon the many children in their care. But Moses failed to see the value in the motto. He found it ironic that they would teach that lesson to a bunch of orphans and unwanted children. Born in the city of Providence, Rhode Island, Moses never knew his family, a pair of deadbeats the farthest thing from ready to have a child. They were still children themselves, with families who highly disapproved of Moses' birth. It explained why he went from living in a spacious house with a proper crib to a crowded housing unit that always smelled of smoke. His parents gave childrearing a try, but it took two years of long shifts and backbreaking labor just to scrape by to break their spirits. So it was because of family that Moses was abandoned and given up for adoption, which was how the Ibrahimas entered his life.

Suddenly, Moses had a new home, one that he soon found himself sharing with a steadily growing number of siblings. His new parents were always picking up strays, despite their modest lifestyle. The Ibrahima household was always alive with activity, something he had mixed feelings about growing up. He was never lonely and always had someone to play with, but he also got less personal time with his parents. By the time he was thirteen, he had seven younger siblings to compete with for attention and the value had worn off. It was then that Moses vowed to never find himself relying on another human being again. All family was good for in his eyes was slowing you down and saddling you with burden. He was going to look out for the only person that mattered, himself. And that meant being self-sufficient with a well-paying job. Moses dedicated himself to his schoolwork, latching onto his studies in Statistics and Personal Finance. He learned about the flow of money, and which career would best let it flow into his own pockets. Additionally, he found himself looked up to by his siblings, as his adopted parents made him tutor them in Mathematics. By the time he completed high school, his strong test scores gave him his choice of colleges. However, he decided to attend a smaller state school for his Associate' degree in Finance. All the while, tensions rose at home, the Ibrahimas disappointed at Moses' callous nature and disdain for his siblings. Tutoring his brothers and sisters was time-consuming and detracted from his goals, and he didn't hide his frustration from the others. Moses' selfishness went against everything Issac and Sarah had tried to teach him.

Eventually, Moses landed a scholarship to Colombia University in New York to receive his Bachelor's degree. The young man packed his things and never looked back at his adopted parents or siblings. Eventually, he earned his degree and managed to get a foot in the door at a semi-famous bank. The twenty-three year old felt like his ascent was about to begin, which was when life decided to put a wrench in his plans. Back home in Rhode Island, a drunk driver struck Moses' adopted parents in a hit-and-run incident, killing Issac and putting Sarah in critical condition. The community back home was devastated by the loss of such prominent figures. But in particular, everyone's hearts went out to the children in their care they left behind. Without Issac and Sarah, the underaged foster children would be taken from their home and become lost in an overburdened system, which would inevitably split them up. The familial bonds they had created with each other would be lost forever. Moses was aware of that as he stepped into Sarah's room, the boisterous and bubbly older woman who was always filled with life now hooked up to a variety of machines with tubes sticking out every which place. Laboriously reaching a hand out to touch Moses, she asked him to return home and help keep their family together and watch over his siblings, giving the next generation a chance to blossom like he did.

Kindle Moses, realizing in that moment the importance of family, honored his mother's wish and reluctantly but dutifully returned home. What began as frustration over delaying his dreams of fortune slowly melted into feelings of love for the family he left behind. The bond that he created was worth more than any cutthroat banking job could provide. Eventually, he gained a reason to stay home and found steady work teaching at a community college.

Shadow Moses told Sarah he would sleep on it, then took the first flight back home to New York. It was a damn shame that Sarah had to go out like that, but that wasn't his problem. That bleeding heart junk was for the birds, and Moses had ambitions to attend to. His cell phone blew up with calls, of course, but without an address, he blocked each caller one by one until they stopped. It's been ten years and the thirty-three year old is still climbing the seemingly infinite corporate ladder, refusing to stop until he gets his fat cat managerial position. It's just his luck that after receiving some good news, he wakes up in a smelly hole in the ground filled with people he's never met before. What the hell kind of epileptic hallucination is this?

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"It makes sense, everything revolves around me."

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"Money is a great servant, but a terrible master...who the hell said that crap?"

Anyyyything else?

Moses is a big fan of gangster movies. King of New York, Goodfellas, stuff like that. His favorite film of all time is The Godfather Part III and he will argue with anyone who says that it's the weakest in the trilogy.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

<Snipped quote by BoomBadaBing>

Good to see you back!

@Half Pint

Thank you, buddy!

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

@Master Bruce I'm sorry for vanishing for 1000 years! I don't have an excuse, life was lifeing.

Please let me write more ocean documentaries, this time without being inactive between episodes.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

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Jackson had a variety of ideas as to what Arthur's gift could be. Keys to his own underground lair, his own cool-looking golden trident. But when his baby blue eyes took in the truth, not even a million dollars in unmarked bills could compare to the joy he felt at receiving his own costume.

"No way!" He exclaimed, turning his head 90 degrees to face Arthur. His mentor only nodded with his own joyous expression, confirmed that his eyes were truly not deceiving him. The young hero returned to his prize and pulled it out from the chest into the sunlight.

The costume was designed like a diving suit, with an orange upper body and everything below the torso colored black. Two vertical streaks of black ran from his waist up to his armpits, perfectly framing the costume's center piece, a golden A-shaped symbol located at the middle of his waist. The same one that served as Arthur's belt buckle.

Arthur crossed his arms. "If you're gonna be out in the field, I figured you would need some better than shorts and a tank top."

Jackson's delight was joined by surprise. "I'm gonna be out in the field?"

"Of course, we'll start off small. I have minor assignments here and there to wet your toes before we go into the deep end." Arthur seemed to pick up on the doubt in Jackson's mind. Reaching out, a reassuring hand gave his student's shoulder a squeeze. "I wouldn't take this step unless I knew for certain you were ready. I've taught you a lot, and I feel like what you still need to brush up on requires real-world experience."
Jackson looked down to the sandy ground, then into Arthur's eyes. They were blue like a cascading waterfall, and lacked any signs of doubt. There was a moment of deja vu, and it took a moment for the younger man to recognize the feeling. A year ago, the roles were reversed. It was Jackson, rising up like a geyser from the dining table to meet Arthur face to face and ask him to train him. To teach him how to properly use the abilities he had been gifted for good. Just like the first hero who set the standard for everybody else when he bravely fought back against the Reach and saved the Earth. And Arthur, picking up on that fire within him, had faith and took him on as a student.

Returning to the present, raw emotion began to swirl within his body. Like an overflowing dam, confidence swelled within Jackson.

Now, it was time for to have faith in him. And himself.

"Alright, yeah," He began, nodding. His head movement became more and more animated as the reservation exited his body. Soon, the excited young adult had returned in full form. "Taking the next steps, let's do it! Gotta make a name for myself eventually, huh?"

As Jackson brimmed with confidence, the overflow spread to Arthur. "You're going to do great, I know it." Giving Jackson a playful slap on the shoulder, he began backing away towards the water while pointing at him. "Get that on and meet me in the water. Time for some real exercise!"

...

Traversing through water with your hands and feet alone is slow. Swimming with flippers to increase the amount of force and propulsion your feet produce is fast. Crusing in a motor-propelled boat is faster. Riding on a jet-propelled jet-ski is much faster.

Swimming like Arthur blew every single one of those options out of the water.

Jackson's vision was a slideshow of the ocean floor going at x3 speed. His body was in streamline position, both arms straight in front of him as he cut through the water. Down below, sea life and scenery zoomed past in an array of colors. The young man directed himself downwards, setting himself on a collision course with the surface below before zipping back up. To be fair, Arthur's mode of aquatic transportation wasn't as much swimming as it was using hydrokinesis to its maximum efficiency. As he felt himself beginning to ever so slightly slow down, Jackson curled his body inwards. His shoulders bend and reared back and his knees bent into his chest. At that point, he focused his ability to control water on his feet, condensing the water beneath them before pushing off with all of his strength. At the same time, he willed the water around his upper body to give way. The result was a human torpedo rocketing through the depths of the sea, cheering with glee all the way.

With the velocity of a shooting star, Jackson blasted past a school of shimmering silver fish. Up ahead, Arthur was maintaining a strong lead. The way he executed the technique required far fewer boosts that launched him much farther. His protégé narrowed his eyes in determination. Directing himself upwards, he began mentally noting how long it took for his body to decelerate. And as soon as it hit, he made sure he was in position to boost again. From an outsider's point of view, Jackson was propelling himself in a zig-zag pattern, shooting up near the surface, then rocketing himself back down towards the bottom of the ocean. With his new rhythm, his upward rise put him neck to neck with Arthur. His mentor turned his head and was greeted with his ward swimming alongside him, wiggling his fingers in greeting.

"I was waiting for you to get the hang of it!" Arthur declared, congratulating him. "Alright, pop quiz! Let's try coming to a complete stop and going up to the surface!"

To Arthur, this came as easy as righting himself, raising his palms and commanding the water to act as normal. For the novice Jackson, a sudden stop was still something he needed to improve on. Jackson swore he could hear Arthur laughing like a madman as he blew past him, palms out and feet curled up like a cartoon character skidding on the ground while trying to come to a stop. When he finally came to a halt, the hero in training swam like a normal human back to the surface, his dreaded head emerging from the water next to Arthur's. He scratched the back of his head as he was treated to his mentor's light chuckling.

"Look, I'm still working on the brakes, okay?" He said sheepishly. In response, Arthur gave him a smile.

"We all start somewhere, Jackson. You're making good progress," He chimed. "If I remember correctly, we should be near the spot. There's a minor trench around here with enough debris at the bottom to serve as an obstacle cours--"

Arthur stopped mid-sentence as both men picked up on a sharp whistling sound. Turning around, they were met with the bright blue afternoon sky being painted by a red streak of smoke, a shining crimson beacon at its head. And at the base, sitting on the water, was a fishing boat Arthur and Jackson looked back at each other, keenly aware of what was happening.

With a more sober tone, Jackson spoke up first. "That was a--"

"Signal flare," Arthur finished. "Something's going on. There are people out there in trouble."

Jackson lightly gulped, his throat tightening a little. A call for help, on the first day out? Nontheless, he paddle a little ahead of Arthur. This, is what we signed up for. Nobody picks their first conflict. "Then let's get them out of it."

Arthur nodded his head and swam next to Jackson. And together, they dived back into the water, beginning the journey into uncertainty.

Gorenger: Super Sentai Hero Team!

Same here!

Gorenger: Super Sentai Hero Team!

To Sully's surprise and satisfaction, Zeta House wasn't a disappointment. Nate was alright for a Resident Advisor. The green-haired boy seemed like the type of chill guy who wouldn't freak out if he bent the rules a little. Finn had some banter and of course, was an in man with the ladies. And Jet had one sweet looking gaming set-up. Hopefully, he had some split-screen games that they could compete in. Sully could already see himself beating the other boy on that crisp, 4k HD monitor of his. Eventually, Nate excused himself to do that something in town he mentioned earlier. Sully took the chance to bounce as well, bidding farewell to his new crib for the moment. He glanced at his watch, noting that he had a good amount of time to kill. He smiled at his fortune. Lovely. He could already hear the asphalt calling his name.

...

When the night struck Dyna City, the whole place underwent a metamorphosis. Blue skies were replaced with a starry night, and everything in sight unanimously agreed to kick the neon into overdrive. There was a good chance you'd be able to pinpoint Dyna City from orbit with how everything shimmered and glowed. Every street corner, building entrance and overhead stoplight had their colors enhanced. And if traversing the area on foot was an amazing experience, imagine how everything looked when riding at high speeds. Sully was back on his bike, zipping through the streets without a care in the world. The bright city lights blended and blurred together, as if he was riding through a kaleidoscope. Cars honked in complaint as the young man danced around them atop his smaller vehicle, squeezing between cars and refusing to pick a singular lane to stay in. The city was his playground, it just didn't know it yet.

Skirting to a stop in front of a stoplight, Sully's turned his helmet-covered head towards a source of noise to his left. A particularly grumpy driver had opened his window, furious words spewing from his mouth. Unbothered, Sully gave the man a two finger salute before cutting him off from anymore of his attention. Then, a familiar jazz ringtone reverberated in his helmet. Nestled in a holder between the handlebars of Sully's motorbike was his phone, which was displaying an image of his mother, along with a green and red button. Reluctantly, Sully reached for the phone and hit the green button, briefly closing his eyes while bracing himself for impact.

"Solomon Rawaya Price, I have been trying to reach you for the past two hours! Where have you been?!" Nicole Price demanded, her emotionally charged voice bouncing around in his helmet. This was one of the few days he regretted having a helmet with Bluetooth.

"Mommy!" Sully began with a cheerful voice. If she was calling him by his full name, that meant she had to be fuming something fierce. Which is where calling her 'mommy' came in, it helped to temper her anger. "Heyyy, so sorry! I was in a meeting with my Resident Advisor! Boy, does that guy love to gab!"

"Does it really take that long to get settled into a dorm?" She countered, refusing believe his ploy. At the very least, she wasn't yelling anymore. "You were supposed to be here by now, your father is home. We were going to have dinner together."

Sully pursed his lips, fully aware of the plan his mom had set. But there were certain elements he wanted to avoid back home. Namely, his father.

"I grabbed a bite at Wok n' Roll after the meeting and completely forgot about dinner at home. My bad,"Sully offered flatly. That should cover that.

"I know you didn't forget about dinner, because you don't play around when it comes to food. Especially since I told you we were getting Indian!"

Or not. A sigh came from the other end. "I know you two have been on the outs, dear. But you need to talk it out and come to an understanding. It's what men do."

The stoplight went from red to green and Sully pressed on with the quickness. "Right, yeah. Is he still home?"

His mom's voice rose just a little in hopeful enthusiasm. "He is, but he has practice early in the morning tomorrow, so please hurry back home."

The road spread out around him like a sea of gray with white lines. No traffic in sight. "I'll try my best, but I'm not gonna lie mom, traffic is picking up. Everyone's starting to come home from work."

"Understandable. Just do your best, alright?"

"Right. See you soon," Sully chose as his farewell before ending the call. Yeah, right. He may not be seeing eye to eye with the old man, but there would be zero backing down on his end. Locking back onto his joyride, Sully picked up speed as he entered the commercial district of Dyna City. Breezing past plazas and mini-malls, he began to enter a phenomenon he liked to call 'The Zone'. 100% confidence in every move, every twitch, gracefully lane-splitting and dodging obstacles. It felt like nothing could go wrong.

Until it did.

From out of nowhere, a bolt of electricity dropped down from the violet-colored heavens and hit the car in front of him. It took fast hands and quite a bit of steadiness to slow down and avoid hitting the skittering sedan in front of him. Thankfully, he was so far ahead of the nearest car behind him that he could make an emergency stop in the middle of the road without immediate danger. One leg out to hold the bike steady, Sully's panicked eyes darted to the sky above as a large, bright object soared above him. Additional bolts of lightning indicated that it was the source of the problem ahead of him. But even more shocking, it looked like the unidentified flying object was trailing things behind it. Wait, is that another car up there?! Oh hell no, time to distance myself from all this sh--. In a total juxtaposition from the usual devil may care daredevil's persona, his heart skipped a beat as he began to feel the front of his bike lift off the ground. Leaning forwards and putting all of his weight on his arms, Sully managed to ground the front wheel once more and hit the gas, accelerating once more and past the now airborne electroshocked vehicle. Before he could make a wide u-turn and get away from the flying object, he quickly learned that even pressing down on the motorbike was no longer enough in the face of anti-gravity. The bike lifted off the ground, Sully's hands and thighs clamping onto the motorbike for dear life. This was crazy, the whole thing was surreal, and it would have been exhilarating, if it was in his control. But Sully was ascending higher and higher, desperately wished he would wake up from this nightmare. Then, a flying garbage container arrived to do the exact opposite, swooping in and knocking the young man out cold.

...

Sully emerged from his trauma-induced slumber with a loud gasp. He was laid up on the ground and rose up until he was at least leaning on his shoulders. His vision was obscured by his helmet, which was no longer tinting the world black. Trembling hands grabbed at the sides and yanked it off his head. To his immediate anger, the glass had been shattered and part of the helmet itself caved in. With a growl, he tossed the damaged gear to the side and put a hand to his forehead. The boy stumbled to his feet and looked around his surroundings. He was in a field, far away from the city he called home. And right beside him, a large, metallic...ship? What the what was going on here?!

Gorenger: Super Sentai Hero Team!

I’m awake, I’m alive, I’m finishing my post today. Really sorry, my life’s been really busy!

Gorenger: Super Sentai Hero Team!

It was a great post, the visions Ricky had have me hyped up! I'm alive and working on my post as we speak! Sorry it's taking time to inject it with some Sully personality!

Also quick side note, I really like the deep blue you chose for Ricky's dialogue. It's very mesmerizing.

Gorenger: Super Sentai Hero Team!

"Dang, that looks bad... Hey Poindexter, let's find our new crater, poke it with a stick!"

@RickyG85

But that's how the best friendships begin!