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Heroes are we

Basics

Name: Sable Smoak
Alias: General Smoak
Age: 83
Gender: Female
Alliance: Good
Powers: Typhokinesis – Sable has complete control over smoke, and is able to generate and manipulate it at will. She can also sense when smoke is nearby, and completely turn her body into smoke, using it to evade attacks or as a form of transportation. Because of her power, she is able to breathe smoke like oxygen. While she can generate smoke, she can't get rid of it. Her only option would be to send it to some open area where it can dissipate on its own.

Physical Description

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Height: 5’5”
Weight: 140lbs
Hair:Grey and wiry
Eyes: Brown
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Lighter and a pack of cigs, walking cane, old people medication, makeup, and jewelry

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Grouchy, no-nonsense, responsible, bossy, secretly caring
Skills/Talents: Airplane pilot, military strategy, knitting, mixing drinks, dancing, firearm training, and total lack of filter
Favourites/Likes: Smoking, her shows, people actually doing what she tells them
Most Hated/Dislikes: Nosiness, nonsense,
Goals/Ambitions: Get the brats to leave her alone
Strengths: Wise, practical, fearless
Weaknesses: 83 year old body, blind in her left eye, obstinate
Fears: I dare you to find one.

Additional Notes: Her story changes every time she tells it, but the few consistants seem to be that she was a fighter pilot in the Vietnam and Korean wars, and at one point she was married. Beyond that is anyone's guess.

Heroes are we

Basics

Name: Aya Lynne Germain
Alias: Cosmos
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Alliance: Neutral
Powers: Astral Projection – Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back for the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person’s projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back.

Physical Description

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Height: 5'
Weight: 95lbs
Hair:Long, dark brown
Eyes: Brown
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Light, flowing tops or dresses with leggings or shorts. When forced to work for the Healer, she dons loose fitting jeans and a hoody to hide her figure and face.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Timid, sweet, compassionate, thoughtful
Skills/Talents: Japanese fluency, drawing and painting, observation
Favourites/Likes: Art, quiet days
Most Hated/Dislikes: Others in pain, her own shortcomings
Goals/Ambitions: To be free of the Healer
Strengths: Intelligent, adaptable, empathetic, can stop you with a touch
Weaknesses: Physically weak, a pushover, unassertive
Fears: The Healer, hurting others, her power

Additional Notes: Lives on her own – her father died of cancer recently and her mother lives in Japan. They don't have a good relationship.

Heroes are we

Haha nah it's cool. Your charas don't have to have powers, I just thought it'd be interesting to play in a world where some people have and some don't. Wonder what kinda relations they'd have.

Heroes are we

I'm at work right now but I finish in a couple hours and then I'll be able to write stuff. In the meantime we can toss around plot ideas.

So I notice your characters don't have any powers. At least two of mine do. You wanna base anything off that?

Heroes are we

woo! i will convert the ladies' sheets to this format and make the two dudes… tomorrow. lol it's pretty late and i have work in the morning. such is life ^.^;

you can go ahead and toss yours up first.

Lantern

hahahaha it's 4 in the morning and i don't know how to write emotion but behold! the long awaited artemis post.

Lantern

Artemis quirked an eyebrow up before she could help herself.

"I thought you knew where I was from." She snapped her mouth shut as soon as the words left her. Now probably wasn't the best time to be a wise-ass. She took half a breath to collect herself before finally crossing the threshold.

"But I guess it isn't important," she said as she walked towards the chair, "if there's no going back." The words sounded hollow. A stone landed in her stomach as their meaning sank into her. No going back. Her world hadn't been the best, sure but… Artemis was fond of it. Or as fond you could be of something you just realized you'd never see again. Especially since the world she now found herself in made as much sense as clockwork trees and flying monkeys did. Her body was working on autopilot as she picked up the books and placed them on the ground.

No going back.

Artemis would never see her valley again. She'd never see the way the sun crested between the mountains and glinted off the white marble of the palace, or how fireworks ignited the winter sky on the solstice. Honestly, she'd never had any plans of returning. What right did she have after leaving like she did? But she'd always liked to imagine a nebulous future of Maybes and Eventuallys. She sat down in the chair.

The last she'd heard, the Silver Valley had finally settled into order after the chaos of losing both heirs. There had been grief, confusion… conspiracies of what had happened to the elder sibling. Some said she'd fallen ill like her brother. Others said there'd been a coup from within the court. But most agreed she'd simply abandoned them. It certainly wouldn't have been out of character from what gossip escaped the palace walls.

The bitter taste in the back of her mouth turned sharp and solid, greedy with its grip on her throat.

She'd never see her brother's grave.

Artemis blinked and tried to swallow around the lump. Couldn't.

Wasn't that just… just typical of her. One final act of abandonment. He'd be next to their father, she knew, in the main chamber of the royal crypt facing the East to greet the sun. His name would be engraved in the thick crystal plate. A dragonfly passing across the moon would be etched above it to signify he'd ruled the valley, however briefly.

Artemis was still as granite, her open palms resting in her lap. She blinked down at them. Her pointer finger twitched. It took too long to force her hand to turn over in a stiff, halting motion. Reaching up, she grabbed the tea cup. She looked at it for a moment. The thought of drinking nearly made her sick, though her face was still a mask.

She made herself bring it to her lips and take a sip.

"Thank you," she forced out after swallowing. Her voice was quiet and too frail. Intact but breakable. Artemis felt breakable.

The emotion would work for her, she knew. It would give credibility to… whatever it was that she was selling. Artemis didn't know anymore. She wasn't sure she cared. She looked up to the Witch's eyes.

"If I'm stuck here, I'd very much like to learn how to not die."

Dysfunctional Systems – School Mediātōrum

looks cool! i'll come up with a cs at… some point. when i have time and energy, and the ever elusive motivation.

but yeah! expect one!

Fallout: Vancouver

Oh shit I guess I gotta hurry up with my cs

Fallout: Vancouver

I think the strong prewar hatred of communism could actually make it more interesting. I mean, we know there's gonna be a significant Chinese population there, and Canada was getting pretty mad at the US after the whole Alaska debacle. I think a communist faction popping up either out of Chinese loyalism or anti-America spite wouldn't be too out there. And plus I think there could be some people who genuinely think communism is the only way for a society to survive somewhere as unforgiving as the wasteland. It takes so much, we have to share what we have.

It'd certainly be a polarizing faction, that's for sure. But we totally don't have to go with it. I'm just spitballing, and honestly don't know all that much about fallout lore.