Crusader Lord

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Kheliop He could always come up with the idea to make bets with Nyma over things, and whether he wins or loses he's still gambling? Maybe that'd work, haha! XD

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Kheliop If he is going to be the "Gamblin' Goblin", we need him to find a god/goddess of Luck and align to them.

And he needs a cowboy hat. For no reason other than just needing a cowboy hat. And that certain Kenny Rogers song i think

Ahem....anyways, look forward to seeing Reusable's response. XD

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Also, i think the new evolution tree is.....AMAZING!!! :D

Thank for the work you put into this RP, Jangel!

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13@Kheliop@demonspade64@ReusableSword

I have posted!

Now Barth can become spider man if he wants too. A luchadore spider man after this latest feat! XD

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Nyma

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Day 5: Morning

Nyma breathed an initial sigh of relief as the spider's form stopped moving, dead in its tracks, its blood staining the end of her spear. Ah....that was finally over. She drug Barth from off the top of the spider corpse, before pulling the corpse off of the web with a bit of tugging. Setting it on the ground before her, she took a knee, uttering the words 'I dedicate this kill to the goddess Duvelna. May i be found worthy of her favor' quietly enough where, 'hopefully', Barth might not hear. Though after paying respects to the goddess with the offering of this kill, a small, wry smile came to her face at the acquisition of her new skill. Albeit, Barth perhaps got this as well since he helped after all. She then stood, licking the spider blood off of the end of her spear to taste, and noting the gooey nature but somewhat delectable taste it also had. Ah!

Reaching out her hand at the corpse of the spider that she had pulled onto the ground proper, Nyma shot several strings of sticky silky web from her fingers onto the back of the spider. It was not really a thing she could control, spraying out oddly all over the back of the spider corpse, but the end result was the same. She used the other end of her strings, plucked harmlessly from the tips of her fingers, and tied them together to make a makeshift harness, the spider corpse being attached to it. She then slipped on this sticky, silky web harness onto her back with the spider corpse now carried on her back.

She wanted to eventually bring this back home, grab some sticks near the cave to make a fire, and see if this thing could be roasted up. At least, after tasting the raw meat of the beast and seeing if such was needed. If the blood was any indication in how she liked it, this spider corpse would be a delightful meal. Barth could share as well, but if he didn't want it then she could eat the whole thing herself if needed. Plus see if it had venom sacks and salvage those for later. Still, on her back she noted that the spider was heavy, but not as much as she had thought at first. She could manage it, though its size was comparable to her and Barth very much so.

"Good job, Barth. We got the little asshole pinned down finally!" the female goblin said as she looked over at Barth, giving him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. The excitement over the first kill was not something lost on her, at least, despite the danger. Actually, to her it was a relief, a confidence-boosting thing of sorts, though as she then continued to speak she began to mull mentally and aloud over her next thought, "Hmmm....just grab another of those sticks like the kind we used to make the spears, unless you think you can pull your spear out. Just in case. But honestly, we've seen how these things operate now, so i wonder if we could mange to kill another and bring them both back home to break down and use...hmm..."

Looking away from Barth for a moment, she looked back to the large, pale Goblin.....maybe hobgoblin? Either way this individual that had come near them in the midst of battle, standing there without a word. She approached the larger form of this creature, looking up at it with a spear in her left hand and other hand supporting one of the silken straps of the harness. The mark on the pale thing's chest gave off a vibe that felt...somewhat familiar to Nyma in a manner of speaking. Perhaps because combined with this Goblin's appearance it seemed to say "death" or at least give off a vibe along those lines.

"I suppose you were one of the Goblins that woke up earlier than us? Regardless, i'm Nyma, and i and my companion Barth here came here to hunt spiders," Nyma said to Gird without flinching, getting to the point of what she wanted to say but not being unfriendly about it, "What's your purpose in coming to us here?"

@Jangel13@Kheliop@demonspade64@ReusableSword

Inventory and EXP for Nyma

EXP: 18

Inventory:

-2 wooden spears, each made from a long, young tree with twig-sized branches having been plucked off. Its base is just thick enough to be considered a very small club head, and this part has been sharpened into a honed and very effective point with enough weight to balance the head and help it do more damage on impact. Gives a bit of reach like any basic weapon might, and has a healthy length, durability, and flexibility to also function very usefully as well.

(1 is with her, the other left at cave)

-1 young tree like the 2 others she already sharpened into a spear. The other was left to Goblin Barth, along with his walking stick.

(left at cave)

-3 rocks, one of them rather sharp, she has allowed herself and Barth to use to sharpen their sticks into spears for hunting and protection

(left at cave)

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Acquired Skills:

-Knowledge Of The 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them.

***God of light Ramos he is the god of light and he gives us the very sun we see during the day he is purity itself and as such is mostly worshiped by most creatures in one form or another.

***Duvelna she is the goddess of death and night. She is death itself and must be respected if not feared.

***Shirila the goddess of the earth as she is the embodiment of the earth and life itself, she is also known as the eternal mother.

-Fairy Knowledge: Now knows of the fairies (and nymphs) that inhabit the forest around her

-Silk Spinning: She has learned how to create her own silk through her fingertips, allowing her to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

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Titles:

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Blessings:

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Curses:

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Personal Skill: (the one she was born with)

-“Connection to Nature”: Due to her innate and lifelong connection to nature she built up in her past life, as a goblin Nyma bears this skill/gift in her new life. This skill allows her to connect with things such as elementals, elves, forest spirits, and the like, which includes being able to communicate with them as part of this connection.

Other:

-Knowledge Where Animal In The Starting Forest Are

***The rabbits are easy to find, as they prefer bushes and berries they aren't hard to find.

***There are beasts known as vipers and they are snakes larger then yourself, dangerously poisonous if you use this cave as your starting point. They are found to the south east.

***Next are spiders and they are found to the northeast. Are also poisonous. (won't deal with at same time as vipers due to their separate locations)

***The wolves can be beaten however their threat is in their numbers and how they coordinate, never attack a pack alone as its suicide. They are found to the west, but during the night they travel to the east. They know better then to come in the cave, but outside you are fair game.

***Finally bats are usually found in the north, and prefer to hide in trees to avoid sunlight.

Note: "Keep in mind the farther your travel from this cave the more dangerous the beasts."

Fate/esoterica

Scylla

Servant Berserker

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Near The Redrock Catholic Church: "A Real Tree-t for the Eyes"

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Sounds of fear, something she was very used to, but that in this situation were things she had to pay attention to. A family, freaking out at looking at two servants fight. So late at night, so much in the dark, it.....it felt too convenient. Her predatory instincts as a monster could not help but draw such a conclusion. She'd killed and eaten many, slain the sailors of Odysseus, fought (even if she was killed by) Heracles. To go into the night into places where few to no people might be, that was a risk that might fit best for going about a human city that was secure enough. But for she whom has lived far longer as monster than maiden, her instincts rang out to her that this was some sort of trick. Whether for right or wrong, she truly didn't know, she only had what she had to go on. To act on.

And furthermore, she had to put her master's safety first in this situation. Sensibility of her actions be damned!

Grabbing another tree, the small Berserker hefted the large tree in the direction of the "scared" family with again a frightening ease for such a small individual. The war could not be exposed, that Grail had told her that much, and frankly she couldn't think of another action right now on the fly. Unless impeded, then to her perspective the thrown projectile would potentially smash them to a pulp in one shot, and someone would clean it up. Maybe if this opponent valued the secrecy, or if this war's neutral party wanted to ensure things weren't discovered. As a monster, she frankly didn't care if the family was obliterated underneath the weighty, thick trunk of the tree, so long as it solved the situation and potentially distracted her opponent. After all, the man seemed far more human than she, she could virtually tell that on sight as a monster.

Then immediately after grabbing and throwing the tree, the small Berserker blitzed over to where her master and master's companion were. Scooping them up in each arm, Scylla began to flee away from the Church, moving at speeds that would be safe for the two females in her arms.

'Master, we've got to go somewhere safe!' the small Berserker communicated to her master over their mental link as she continued the process of fleeing.

@VitaVitaAR@RolePlayerRoxas@Raineh Daze@RolePlayerRoxas

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Cymbeline Lockhart

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Cymbeline had, before leaving, noticed her twin lightly shaking her head from the corner of her eye. That was very much normal Elissa, but in this case she probably did want to help in the chase too. Or perhaps had some sort of objection, but wasn't voicing it due to the situation. Regardless, the half-Nem mage felt that she would be hearing about all of this later. At least, once her sister was done at the nearest bar for the night. Twas' the usual, but....she was somewhat used to it, especially with the hijinks her drunk sister could get into. Safe to say, back home, before they had joined the Iron Rose Knights, she had showed up once naked at her room door whilst rambling about if potatoes had souls in her drunken slur.

But as she rode close along aside the Captain, sitting atop her own somewhat shorter brown pony, she was lightly biting her bottom lip. If that witch attacked, she wanted to....defend the captain, be there for her. It was an Iron Rose Knight's duty to protect their captain, after all, though personal feelings did come into play for her personally as well. Regardless, the observed effects of the dark magic attack, plus the power of the spell that had been upon the Earl, meant that this foe was nothing to scoff at in any manner. Mage curiosities about the dark magic being used aside, she was more concerned that they would be the sitting ducks against a witch that strong and dark. To that end, she'd placed a sigil on the Captain's back on the way out, it was a "damage redirection" sigil in effect like she had placed in her earlier arrangement for removing the dark spell from the Earl.

If they got into bad danger, then at least she could take damage for the Captain. Or at least, soak up as much damage herself as the sigil could transfer over if the Captain was hit by a beam like the one from earlier...or was otherwise harmed that is. It was potent dark magic they would be potentially facing, but if it was that beam again she doubted a perfect redirection of all the damage would be possible.....though less than that beam might be a lot more manageable for the sigil in question in her mind. All she had to go on with her guess was the dark sigil she had broken down and the beam from earlier anywho.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Phantom

Earlier

Presidential Suite/Base of Operations, Fancy Hotel, Morning

As the teenager's hand slapped firmly down on the alarm sitting on the giant of a bed she was in, Christian sat up and looked about the giant hotel room she had called a home. A moppy hot mess of brown hair framed a pair of sleepy chocolate brown eyes, and the loose-fitting pair of black-colored pajamas that clad her Caucasian-skinned form seemed to hang in a messy bunch as was the usual. It was hard to think this was all....hers, but by now the coming in and out of the window secretly, memorizing the damn code for this room she had been told to say if she ever had to "come back" in another body, and then it would be going about preparing her gear for the day. The comfortable, albeit form-fitting, bodysuit was something she had become accustomed to along with the mask, but sometimes her day of attempted hero work made her really enjoy the hot shower after getting back home. A. Long. Hot. Shower.

"Ahhh!.....So, what place to patrol today? See what the Wards are doing? Saw a few cute girls last time.....or maybe that butcher shop place two blocks over with the homemade German sausages and fancy meat jello (head cheese) those thugs were around....ugh," the teenager said as she yawned, stretching her arms with a long yawn escaping her lips, pulling herself out from under the bed sheets and onto the carpeted floor.

At least Breakfast was a single hotel room call way.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Christian Honorea Gale

Phantom

Appearance (Updated over time as applicable)

Name: Christian Honorea Gale

Alias: Phantom

Age: 18

Alignment: Hero

Loyalty: Independent

Appearance: (her initial form coming into the RP)

She has long, silky brown hair, a pair chocolate brown eyes, and white Caucasian skin. This is paired with a curvy, sexy figure and a respectable bust size among her peers. She wears a white tank top with short sleeves (parts cut out around the shoulders), a pair of comfortable jeans/pants secured with a brown belt, and wears a small necklace given by a friend to her a long time ago.

(the above can change as bodies change)

Her “hero” outfit takes the form of a one-piece bodysuit like one might expect from a cat burglar. In fact, that’s whom she got it from: a former tinker parahuman thief. The suit has an inner layer that provides protection against bullets, as well as reduces the blow of physical impacts the user suffers. However, this suit only goes up to the top of her neck. She wears a mask-

the mask

-that conceals her face well enough to avoid identification and allows for infrared and x-ray vision to be used to see through things on her part.

All of this attire is rather tough, and even if she dies she can try to salvage this if she can get her hands on it before others do....

History:

Christian’s History

Christian was actually not originally a girl, but was a young man, a boy named Christian Honorea Gale (middle name was for his deceased paternal grandmother). He was a maturing young lad living in the Southeast United States with his two happily married parents and 4 siblings. The boy had a suburban life, seemingly peaceful, content, getting education and living as normally as one could in the current world.

The boy had an effeminate-like appearance, a trait had on his mother’s side among some of the males, but from a young age was still rather boyish in his behavior. Playing in the yard, video games, hunting with relatives, riding on his four-wheeler to visit friends in the neighborhood, goofing off with siblings, and the like. Beyond this he even took an interest in cooking, as between his mother’s chef profession at a local restaurant, and his father being an avid backyard griller, such a thing seemed almost inevitable for him. Indeed, it was all a part of what some might desire as their own “normal”, a state of somewhat bliss, a life full of ripe potential ready for one’s future years.

And yet like so many lives....so easy to shatter into a million pieces as if it was brittle glass by taking just one blow from life’s cruel, heavy hammer.

On a vacation to the West Coast, on one of the lovely beaches of California, it happened. An Endbringer attack. Leviathan. Parahumans rushed to the scene, capes tried to save as many as possible as they tried to drive off the massive beast. The boy was caught up in the torrents, and an electricity-charged attack from a cape that missed and hit the water set off his trigger event as he tried to survive and swim back to shore. Electrocuted, weak, and now unknowingly a parahuman, his body began to sink amidst his struggle. Water filled his lungs, burning and choking with each breath as his brain screamed for air.

And then....he woke up. Or rather, she woke up, a new body, but all the old memories from before still retained in her mind. She was on top of a building rooftop amidst the now flooded and devastated city. She was only 13 years old. California hadn’t suffered the fate of Newfoundland, but the Endbringer attack had done its damage to the area with gruesome efficiency before it had left. However, her fate had been kinder than her family’s. All, dead, even found her own “former” body as a rotting corpse as she searched for her family in a panic initially.

She....was alone.

Trying to cope with it all, and how she was alive in a new body, she fled, hitchhiked, made her way back to the place she knew as home....only for it to be empty. Renovated, her family’s things taken and auctioned off or given to living relatives. Rooms, furniture, all gone. The old swing set that had been a childhood favorite in the backyard? Disposed of. All that was left was a hidden box she had buried in the backyard, containing a necklace that was a keepsake from a female Japanese friend (whose family were immigrants) who had died in an Endbringer attack as well in the past.

However, before she could leave again...a man approached her, middle-aged, light gray to his hair, but a wizened look in his eyes. A man who before had kept to himself a few houses away, but he called out to her with her name. The name she still doggedly kept even now. Following him to his house, the man revealed that he too was a parahuman, a Tinker by trade who had taken up the life of a famous thief in his younger years in New York. “The Viper” had been his villainous cape name, and he’d made a small fortune from his crimes and selling gadgets, before retiring away in secret after losing most of his right leg in an incident. Now much older, he had an eye for noticing the odd parahuman here and there, Christian included after he saw her arrive at the empty house dig up that old necklace hidden away.....and he had put two and two together with a little guesswork in between.

From this man, Norman Wilkinson, Christian learned about heroes and villains, more about Endbringers from a parahuman perspective, and the cruelties of life. Afterwards she expressed a desire to become a...hero. Of sorts. Given a happy grin by her now-mentor, who felt it was perhaps a way to atone as well as give her better goal than he had in the past, Christian was then intensively trained physically and mentally for the occasion. She was bluntly told the dangers, the risks, but even so she persisted.

Then after 5 years of at times harsh training since her triggering, she was given some cash so she could go somewhere else, and was further given a mask along with a black bodysuit...both designed to protect her in the field. To stay around her home area, that....could be dangerous perhaps emotionally, or if she spoke to someone she knew in her “past” life and created a lot of confusion. And so she packed up what little she had willingly, and with a fond farewell to the man who had taken the role of a “parent” for her she rode on the long bus ride to get to Denver.

Having been in the city for a solid year, Christian has attempted to help in fighting crime, though beyond petty matters she hasn’t seen a “big score” yet that has catapulted her into actually substantial notoriety. Though on the small-scale a few talk about her, as a vigilante. Living out of a rooftop hotel room paid for through her mentor’s connections, she’s been trying her best to make a difference. Even if it is one person at a time, one instance at a time, though....events in this city could come to propel her into more than she originally thought she’d see.

Personality

Motivations: She wants to become a hero, a genuine and sincere one that cares about people, who puts their life on the line, who can make a different even if the world itself doesn’t change overnight. Such is her ironclad determination in this matter, and the strength of her determination in general.

Sexuality: Homosexual (is female, likes girls/females)

Likes:

• Pizza
• Swimming/Swimsuits
• Cooking
• Determination
• Ice cream

Dislikes:

• Endbringers, especially Leviathan
• Seagulls
• Cruel acts/behavior
• Senseless murder

Derangement: Her derangement takes the form of a numbness to the concept of herself dying, not stemming from an “i’m immortal haha” sort of reason, but more of an acceptance of their own death combined with the impact of having seen her own former body’s corpse.

Parahumanism

Skills: Very good at cooking in a general sense (a mental thing she keeps between each form). Beyond this, she gets random skills in each new body as well beyond this, though in her current body due to training she has: martial arts (taught by her mentor) aka Bajiquan, solid stamina and endurance for a girl her age (due to training including the martial arts), video game skills (a tad rusty, but are specialized to mainly just RPG's/first person shooters/strategy games), and is a very good swimmer

Classification: Brute/Trump

Details: A "reincarnation" power. Upon death, the user will manifest somewhere within a radius of 5 city blocks through the manipulation and condensing of atmospheric particles in the air that creates them a new body. Their mind and memories are also transferred instantly into said new body to boot even as it is forming.

No two bodies for the user are ever the same. Further, each new body contains a 2-3 new powers in addition to this rather major one. However, how long the user takes to rebirth back to life in a new regenerated body depends on how strong the powers they are getting are. And this time limit as well as the powers themselves are decided by the GM’s and/or co-GM’s/mods of the roleplay as it is decided among them.

However, there is another twist with this power. The ‘Y chromosome’ does not exist with this power’s template for making new bodies. So instead of being ‘male’ in their new bodies.....all of them are very much female. Varied, but female. For this purpose the appearance of the OC, as it changes with each new body as they die during the course of the RP, will be using pictures I choose.

Each new body remains of the same age as the user was, and grows along with the user. At least, for a time as of this point in time. Sometime between the ages of 20-24, their bodies themselves will stop aging at all and retain a teenager-level metabolism, this being another error of the “manufacturing” process. This is effectively a power that becomes a font of eternal youth....though the user can just keep being killed over, and over, and over again without end.

However, killing the user whilst they are in a vacuum will kill them. Permanently this time.

List of Current Minor Powers

Brute secondary:
Increased durability to damage, as if there was a small barrier along her skin. Weaker against pinpoint attacks, like blades, but still stronger than standard.

Shaker / Trump secondary:
Can cast out a field, approximately 100meters around, and manipulate the moisture in the air. Can "clump" targets to weaken, or nullify, their abilities as well as slow them down / hinder movement.

Mover secondary:
Can move as though weightless, but with standard force.

Limitations:

-Takes time to regenerate back

-Being killed in vacuum kills them permanently

-Powers aside from the main one vary in each new body.

Equipment: Her bodysuit and mask

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@ProPro@Eklispe@Old Amsterdam

Christian Honorea Gale

Phantom

Appearance (Updated over time as applicable)

Name: Christian Honorea Gale

Alias: Phantom

Age: 18

Alignment: Hero

Loyalty: Independent

Appearance: (her initial form coming into the RP)

She has long, silky brown hair, a pair chocolate brown eyes, and white Caucasian skin. This is paired with a curvy, sexy figure and a respectable bust size among her peers. She wears a white tank top with short sleeves (parts cut out around the shoulders), a pair of comfortable jeans/pants secured with a brown belt, and wears a small necklace given by a friend to her a long time ago.

(the above can change as bodies change)

Her “hero” outfit takes the form of a one-piece bodysuit like one might expect from a cat burglar. In fact, that’s whom she got it from: a former tinker parahuman thief. The suit has an inner layer that provides protection against bullets, as well as reduces the blow of physical impacts the user suffers. However, this suit only goes up to the top of her neck. She wears a mask-

the mask

-that conceals her face well enough to avoid identification and allows for infrared and x-ray vision to be used to see through things on her part.

All of this attire is rather tough, and even if she dies she can try to salvage this if she can get her hands on it before others do....

History:

Christian’s History

Christian was actually not originally a girl, but was a young man, a boy named Christian Honorea Gale (middle name was for his deceased paternal grandmother). He was a maturing young lad living in the Southeast United States with his two happily married parents and 4 siblings. The boy had a suburban life, seemingly peaceful, content, getting education and living as normally as one could in the current world.

The boy had an effeminate-like appearance, a trait had on his mother’s side among some of the males, but from a young age was still rather boyish in his behavior. Playing in the yard, video games, hunting with relatives, riding on his four-wheeler to visit friends in the neighborhood, goofing off with siblings, and the like. Beyond this he even took an interest in cooking, as between his mother’s chef profession at a local restaurant, and his father being an avid backyard griller, such a thing seemed almost inevitable for him. Indeed, it was all a part of what some might desire as their own “normal”, a state of somewhat bliss, a life full of ripe potential ready for one’s future years.

And yet like so many lives....so easy to shatter into a million pieces as if it was brittle glass by taking just one blow from life’s cruel, heavy hammer.

On a vacation to the West Coast, on one of the lovely beaches of California, it happened. An Endbringer attack. Leviathan. Parahumans rushed to the scene, capes tried to save as many as possible as they tried to drive off the massive beast. The boy was caught up in the torrents, and an electricity-charged attack from a cape that missed and hit the water set off his trigger event as he tried to survive and swim back to shore. Electrocuted, weak, and now unknowingly a parahuman, his body began to sink amidst his struggle. Water filled his lungs, burning and choking with each breath as his brain screamed for air.

And then....he woke up. Or rather, she woke up, a new body, but all the old memories from before still retained in her mind. She was on top of a building rooftop amidst the now flooded and devastated city. She was only 13 years old. California hadn’t suffered the fate of Newfoundland, but the Endbringer attack had done its damage to the area with gruesome efficiency before it had left. However, her fate had been kinder than her family’s. All, dead, even found her own “former” body as a rotting corpse as she searched for her family in a panic initially.

She....was alone.

Trying to cope with it all, and how she was alive in a new body, she fled, hitchhiked, made her way back to the place she knew as home....only for it to be empty. Renovated, her family’s things taken and auctioned off or given to living relatives. Rooms, furniture, all gone. The old swing set that had been a childhood favorite in the backyard? Disposed of. All that was left was a hidden box she had buried in the backyard, containing a necklace that was a keepsake from a female Japanese friend (whose family were immigrants) who had died in an Endbringer attack as well in the past.

However, before she could leave again...a man approached her, middle-aged, light gray to his hair, but a wizened look in his eyes. A man who before had kept to himself a few houses away, but he called out to her with her name. The name she still doggedly kept even now. Following him to his house, the man revealed that he too was a parahuman, a Tinker by trade who had taken up the life of a famous thief in his younger years in New York. “The Viper” had been his villainous cape name, and he’d made a small fortune from his crimes and selling gadgets, before retiring away in secret after losing most of his right leg in an incident. Now much older, he had an eye for noticing the odd parahuman here and there, Christian included after he saw her arrive at the empty house dig up that old necklace hidden away.....and he had put two and two together with a little guesswork in between.

From this man, Norman Wilkinson, Christian learned about heroes and villains, more about Endbringers from a parahuman perspective, and the cruelties of life. Afterwards she expressed a desire to become a...hero. Of sorts. Given a happy grin by her now-mentor, who felt it was perhaps a way to atone as well as give her better goal than he had in the past, Christian was then intensively trained physically and mentally for the occasion. She was bluntly told the dangers, the risks, but even so she persisted.

Then after 5 years of at times harsh training since her triggering, she was given some cash so she could go somewhere else, and was further given a mask along with a black bodysuit...both designed to protect her in the field. To stay around her home area, that....could be dangerous perhaps emotionally, or if she spoke to someone she knew in her “past” life and created a lot of confusion. And so she packed up what little she had willingly, and with a fond farewell to the man who had taken the role of a “parent” for her she rode on the long bus ride to get to Denver.

Having been in the city for a solid year, Christian has attempted to help in fighting crime, though beyond petty matters she hasn’t seen a “big score” yet that has catapulted her into actually substantial notoriety. Though on the small-scale a few talk about her, as a vigilante. Living out of a rooftop hotel room paid for through her mentor’s connections, she’s been trying her best to make a difference. Even if it is one person at a time, one instance at a time, though....events in this city could come to propel her into more than she originally thought she’d see.

Personality

Motivations: She wants to become a hero, a genuine and sincere one that cares about people, who puts their life on the line, who can make a different even if the world itself doesn’t change overnight. Such is her ironclad determination in this matter, and the strength of her determination in general.

Sexuality: Homosexual (is female, likes girls/females)

Likes:

• Pizza
• Swimming/Swimsuits
• Cooking
• Determination
• Ice cream

Dislikes:

• Endbringers, especially Leviathan
• Seagulls
• Cruel acts/behavior
• Senseless murder

Derangement: Her derangement takes the form of a numbness to the concept of herself dying, not stemming from an “i’m immortal haha” sort of reason, but more of an acceptance of their own death combined with the impact of having seen her own former body’s corpse.

Parahumanism

Skills: Very good at cooking in a general sense (a mental thing she keeps between each form). Beyond this, she gets random skills in each new body as well beyond this, though in her current body due to training she has: martial arts (taught by her mentor) aka Bajiquan, solid stamina and endurance for a girl her age (due to training including the martial arts), video game skills (a tad rusty, but are specialized to mainly just RPG's/first person shooters/strategy games), and is a very good swimmer

Classification: Brute/Trump

Details: A "reincarnation" power. Upon death, the user will manifest somewhere within a radius of 5 city blocks through the manipulation and condensing of atmospheric particles in the air that creates them a new body. Their mind and memories are also transferred instantly into said new body to boot even as it is forming.

No two bodies for the user are ever the same. Further, each new body contains a 2-3 new powers in addition to this rather major one. However, how long the user takes to rebirth back to life in a new regenerated body depends on how strong the powers they are getting are. And this time limit as well as the powers themselves are decided by the GM’s and/or co-GM’s/mods of the roleplay as it is decided among them.

However, there is another twist with this power. The ‘Y chromosome’ does not exist with this power’s template for making new bodies. So instead of being ‘male’ in their new bodies.....all of them are very much female. Varied, but female. For this purpose the appearance of the OC, as it changes with each new body as they die during the course of the RP, will be using pictures I choose.

Each new body remains of the same age as the user was, and grows along with the user. At least, for a time as of this point in time. Sometime between the ages of 20-24, their bodies themselves will stop aging at all and retain a teenager-level metabolism, this being another error of the “manufacturing” process. This is effectively a power that becomes a font of eternal youth....though the user can just keep being killed over, and over, and over again without end.

However, killing the user whilst they are in a vacuum will kill them. Permanently this time.

List of Current Minor Powers

Brute secondary:
Increased durability to damage, as if there was a small barrier along her skin. Weaker against pinpoint attacks, like blades, but still stronger than standard.

Shaker / Trump secondary:
Can cast out a field, approximately 100meters around, and manipulate the moisture in the air. Can "clump" targets to weaken, or nullify, their abilities as well as slow them down / hinder movement.

Mover secondary:
Can move as though weightless, but with standard force.

Limitations:

-Takes time to regenerate back

-Being killed in vacuum kills them permanently

-Powers aside from the main one vary in each new body.

Equipment: Her bodysuit and mask