Appearance: Short, slim, and generally wearing clothes that are slightly too big for him. His physique is wiry, but muscular, bringing to mind steel cable. His hair is permanently and prematurely stark white as a result of the process of his creation. His expression usually seems dazed or sleepy, as though he's constantly a few seconds or so away from nodding off to dreamland. His number is tattooed on the back of his left hand.
Number: 8
Rank: B
Personality: Virgil is very calm and lethargic, to the point where he may seem shiftless or lazy. In a sense, this is true, as Virgil doesn't like expending too much effort, as his mere existence as a weapon is taxing enough already. However, he doesn't hesitate to carry out the missions he's been assigned, so long as he's helping to save lives, or reclaim territory from the Gods and their Fiends. He's very amicable toward other people, though he has little concept of personal space, privacy, or social mores. He frequently indulges in flirting and physical contact with those he's talking to, even if he doesn't always realize when he's making someone else uncomfortable.
Underneath his lethargy, flirting, and awkwardness, Virgil is keenly observant. He'll occasionally blurt out insights he's had, to the surprise of those listening. The implication seems to be that Virgil is much more attentive than he first appears to be, that perhaps his entire attitude is a front, an affectation to cover up something else...
Likes/Dislikes: Likes:
Thunderstorms
Spicy food
Jazz music
Knives
Video games
Cuddling
Flirting
Tart candy
Dislikes:
Jerks
Hypocrisy
Ceramics
Children crying or screaming
Getting up too early in the morning
When food is too salty
Enhancements: Increased Durability- Virgil's physical body is incredibly dense and sturdy, even by Godslayer standards. He's effectively bulletproof and even somewhat fireproof, able to take much more punishment than his siblings. His denser physicality, however, does mean he's not as fast or agile as other Godslayers, though his durability tends to make up for any hit he takes. His decreased susceptibility to strain or injury also means he can bring more of his strength to bear without hurting himself. Rapid Cellular Regeneration- Virgil can heal from most anything that damages him at an highly increased rate, taking mere hours or even minutes to regenerate from injuries that would be crippling to a normal human. He can even regenerate from lost limbs or vital organs this way. The downside of this ability is that his caloric intake must be dramatically increased to offset the power drain from his regenerative abilities (or, in layman's terms, he has to eat a lot to keep his healing powers going).
Ablity: Glacial Aura- Abaddon has the power to manifest an aura of blue, flame-like energy, which is capable of sapping the thermal energy from his surroundings, freezing them solid. Water freezes in the air and becomes snow or hail, other organisms are frozen solid, even metal, concrete, and other such substances become brittle and breakable at a low-enough temperature. The field doesn't extend very far around Virgil, so he has to get in close to affect anything. He also can't directly manipulate any ice he ends up creating with his ability.
Character you have created: Dr. Gabriel Cole Alias: Icarus
Speech Color: Teal
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Gabriel is determined to a fault- if he sets a goal for himself, he will run himself ragged trying to meet said goal, even to the exclusion of all else. In fact, Gabriel is often distracted by his various "projects," to the point where he might not even notice someone else is there. Gabriel is a shy, reserved, humble individual, who is generally uncomfortable being in the spotlight. Thus, his initial foray into heroism will be somewhat awkward, though his confidence will grow as his conviction in his cause grows stronger. Gabriel genuinely believes in using his powers for a greater purpose, and such conviction will begin to show as he gains experience in the field.
Uniform/Costume:
Picture this, but with more black, dark green, and teal, rather than greys and browns.
Origin Info/Details: Gabriel's life was already headed for greatness, much as the very idea made him uncomfortable. A genius in the fields of physics and engineering, Gabriel was on the fast track, with a double major already under his belt and a doctorate on the way, all at the tender age of 24. But even geniuses need downtime, and one night, as Gabriel participated in his favorite pastime of stargazing far outside the city limits, something happened that would change his life forever.
A strange, glowing green meteor struck outside of Lost Haven, close to where Gabriel was trying to relax. When he went to investigate, he found a dense sphere of black metal, cold to the touch despite its reentry, covered in glowing green lines. Soon after he came into contact with the sphere, it activated, seemingly attacking the young scientist, clinging and covering him completely, until... he woke up in his apartment the next morning. Dismissing the "hostile" sphere attack as a mere dream, he went off to his classes, but something had changed. Everything seemed... slower somehow. Answers to questions in fields he'd never studied came unbidden into his mind. He walked with a new, strange balance, his movements sharper, more precise. As the days went on, the sensations grew more pronounced, until Gabriel could no longer deny that something had happened to him that night.
Determined to find the cause of his strange transformation, Gabriel found a way to confront the source- the sphere itself. Over a long period of trial and error, Gabriel grew to be aware of a second presence in his mind, that of the sphere. It introduced itself as Phylactery Device 006, a device created to acquire knowledge of different civilizations and cultures by finding a host body from amongst whatever species it landed in, and experiencing the subject's life alongside them. As time went on, and Gabriel communicated further with the Phylactery- which he dubbed Daedalus- he was amazed at the sheer depth of the knowledge that the sphere had already acquired, though due to some unknown circumstances, it carried no knowledge of who had created it, or for what purpose beyond being a store of information.
Gabriel began to experiment with the new abilities that Daedalus granted him, creating many strange and wondrous things with the Device's assistance. Though most of his creations could only be used by him (for now), the sheer weight of the advances he had already discovered could change the world, spark a new age that would make the Industrial Revolution look like a grade school science project... were it not for the fact that he lived in Lost Haven. At the very heart of the new age of metahumans, both good and evil, Gabriel knew that, no matter what he created, no matter what gifts he gave to the world, he could not cause the change in the world he wished to see by simply expecting someone else to act. He would have to act, to be the example himself, not just for Lost Haven, but for all the world to see.
So beware, all those who use their power and influence to prey on the weak- Icarus is on the rise.
Power Level: ARTEFACT-01-03, World ARTEFACT-04 and above, Cosmic
Powers:
Phylactery Symbiosis- Gabriel is a half-organic, half-synthetic organism known as a Symbiote, the product of a human bonding to a Phylactery Device. The result is that the host's body- in this case, Gabriel- has been entirely converted into a highly advanced, incredibly malleable biometal. Such entities have complete control over every cell in their body, able to manipulate their physical form in myriad ways, forming weapons, armor, tools, even vehicles out of their own bodies. Gabriel's bond with Daedalus has granted Gabriel the following abilities:
Technopathy/Ferrokinesis- Gabriel has the ability to mentally control other metal and technology aside from the Phylactery Device.
Metabolic Override Protocols- Gabriel heals much faster by virtue of Daedalus repairing him from the inside out.
Plasma/Particle Manufacture- Gabriel can generate plasma or particle-based attacks at will.
Hex-Feather Modules- Gabriel has six floating devices that he can summon, shaped like elongated hexagons. The Modules have several functions, such as SENTRY (surrounds and protects Gabriel), BARRIER (creates a hexagonal shield that repels attacks), ARMOR (increases durability at the cost of maneuverability), ARTILLERY (optimized for heavy plasma attacks), SNIPER (optimized for long-range particle beam attacks), and more.
Flight- Gabriel is capable of self-sustained flight in ARTEFACT-01 and beyond.
Subspace Transfer- Gabriel can summon any components for his ARTEFACT modes through subspace gates to his location at will.
Enhanced Intellect- Gabriel was already intelligent, but Daedalus has expanded his knowledge and ability to process and retain information hundreds-fold. Gabriel can learn and process information at an incredibly accelerated rate, which has afforded him a mastery of the Phylactery Device unprecedented even by former hosts.
ARTEFACT Optimization Modes- Gabriel has devised several additional functions to the Phylactery Device, allowing him to expand his offensive and defensive capabilities far beyond what either Gabriel or Daedalus could do on their own. The ARTEFACT modes known are as follows:
ARTEFACT-01: ICARUS
Default ARTEFACT Mode. Gabriel sleeves into his armored form and activates the Hex-Feather Modules.
Activates Plasma/Particle Manufacture, Flight, and Subspace Transfer protocols. Amplifies Technopathic/Ferrokinetic and Mental Processing protocols.
Enables use of other ARTEFACT Modes.
ARTEFACT-02: LEGION
Gabriel has built a number of dummy ICARUS drones that he can summon and direct at will in this phase.
LEGION drones can be called from any location to Gabriel's side through Subspace Transfer.
LEGION drones have similar abilities to the main ICARUS unit, though they are not as powerful or durable. Still not to be trifled with.
Gabriel can expand his awareness through any or all of his active LEGION drones, giving him unparalleled battlefield control.
Severely damaged or otherwise incapacitated drones are returned to Gabriel's base of operations for repairs and re-fabrication.
ARTEFACT-03: CHARIOT
Summons and sleeves into an additional flight harness, resembling a massive six-winged draconic humanoid, which increases his capabilities far beyond default ICARUS capabilities.
Amplified "Heavy" Hex-Feather Modules available in this Mode, optimized for ARMOR, ARTILLERY, BARRIER, and SENTRY functions.
Heavy Hex-Feather Modules somewhat less responsive than default model, due to being optimized for more cumbersome functions.
Somewhat cumbersome on the ground- optimal for continued, sustained flight.
ARTEFACT-04: WRATH
Flash-fabrication of four additional arms (resulting in six total) for the purposes of load-bearing, combat maneuvers, and other such strategies.
Ability limiters disengaged, dramatically increasing power output and ARTEFACT functionality.
Dramatic increase to speed, strength, agility, and energy/plasma/particle manufacture capabilities.
Durability beyond ARMOR Hex-Feather function.
Limited Hex-Feather capabilities while ARTEFACT-04 is active.
Sustained use of ARTEFACT-04 can lead to strain or injury due to limiter disengage.
ARTEFACT-05: BEAST
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Gabriel is loath to use any of Daedalus' functions aside from those offered by ARTEFACT-01, due to the severe risk of collateral damage and civilian casualties. Expect him to use higher functionality only in situations where such risks are greatly diminished or eliminated, or if the threat he faces is so great as to require it of him.
Gabriel's greatest weakness is his laboratory/factory/base of operations, known as The Forge. It is here that all of Gabriel's devices and components related to higher ARTEFACT functions are stored. It has only come to be due to a concentrated effort over the past year toward dedicating resources to the Daedalus nanites that were constructing The Forge. Were this location to be destroyed or otherwise compromised, it would be a crippling blow to Gabriel's effectiveness as a hero. Thankfully, its location is well-secured.
Gabriel also has a glaring weakness to magic, as he does not understand it well, nor can he use it himself.
Supporting Characters:
Racheli Desdemona- A newly-born Symbiote that Gabriel met during the Riots. Gabriel is helping her to control her newfound powers, one step at a time.
Justine Shepherd- A metahuman friend of Racheli's, Gabriel is assisting her in ensuring Rach's safety.
Evergreen- A metahuman that Gabriel encountered during the mission to rescue Racheli. Gabriel consults him on matters of arcane or magical nature.
The Ambassador- A villain of a magical nature with a serious grudge against Gabriel. The feeling is mutual.
Director Noah- A mysterious individual who has his eye on Gabriel for unknown purposes. Has yet to reveal himself in-story (CS soon to come)
More to be added depending on how the story progresses.
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Sample Post:
From the journal of Dr. Gabriel Cole
What an eventful year it's been. Graduated with honors, found a prestigious job at a good university, got an alien superweapon grafted to my cells. A banner year, in my opinion.
Heh. Daedalus always dislikes it when I call him a weapon. He says he only manufactures weapons, not that he is one. I'm inclined to agree, but it's more fun to rile him up sometimes. He's still too much of a machine for his own good.
I still find it a little odd that I've begun to think of him as... well, a him. When we first bonded together, he barely had a consciousness, let alone an identity that would, in his words, "accept a designation." Perhaps the program develops a personality as it maintains contact with another consciousness? I'll posit the theory to him later, though I don't think I'll get much of anywhere- he doesn't remember much about what created him or for what purpose. Enough to know what he is, but not why he is, if you will. Still, it couldn't hurt to try.
On another note, The Forge is finally running at full operational capacity. I've got a decent handle on all of the ARTEFACT modes, though I don't think I'll find anything too far beyond what ICARUS or, if necessary, LEGION are capable of. We'll just have to see, though. I didn't make 03 and 04 to sit there and look pretty. Or 05, for that matter, though that one needs... further testing, before I decide to field it. Even Daedalus isn't certain just what it is we've created in making it.
...I feel like I should be more afraid of what it is I'm doing. What it is I'm going to do. It's not every day that someone decides to be a superhero, though you wouldn't know it living here. Moreover, there are certain implications in my work that concern me greatly. It started when I was constructing 02, but it wasn't until 05 was almost finished that a thought hit me.
Once, my greatest wish was that one day, the world might know peace long enough for me to share this technology with the world. Right now, that's impractical, as most of what I've made is... weapons. There are some practical applications, sure- LEGION and CHARIOT in particular. But even those are hindered by certain factors. First of all, until I can figure out how to disengage Daedalus' genetic key, I am the only one who can use this technology, until I find a way to reverse-engineer or otherwise make it available. But even if I do, I'm not sure anyone but me- or someone like me- could use it. Even something as innocuous as CHARIOT wouldn't be of any use to a normal human, as they don't have the kind of durability I have to be able to use it. LEGION is even worse. Even if someone could survive having their mind stretched so thin across all of LEGION's platforms without snapping, the resulting sensory overload would fry their brain in their skulls.
A normal human is incapable of using these gifts I've wrought. So why is it that I can use them?
"because you're not human. not anymore."
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That's what Daedalus told me when I asked him that question. The implications are... unsettling. For now, it's a moot point, but someday, that day of peace I once so desired will come. The question is whether or not I want it to anymore. I'm less sure now. My creations can only be used by me, or someone like me. If I really want to share my "gifts" with the world, I will have to make the world like me. I will have to make them... more than human. Some might say that wouldn't be such a bad thing. I am fit, strong, capable. My awareness of the world is beyond superhuman, and unimaginable power dances at my fingertips. My body is resistant to disease, injury... I'm not even sure if I age anymore. Some might say that the world deserves to have that power. That everyone deserves to change, "for the better."
Ultimately, the question is whether or not I have the right to decide that everyone should change. When the time comes, and I have not just the power, but the opportunity to change the world... should I?
For a moment, Mako was worried that he'd said or done something wrong- Sato seemed to be having some sort of panic attack, by the looks of things, and dread wormed its way into his mind. Did he read this situation wrong? Was Sato's slip of the tongue just that? Did he really just call this outing a date without confirming whether or not it was?! He choked down his fear, forcing himself to be calm- it wouldn't help in the slightest for them both to be freaking out. Thankfully, as things progressed, and he explained himself further, Sato seemed to calm down and start rationalizing things. At least, that's what Mako hoped was happening- he may have superpowers now, but that didn't make him a mind reader.
"Um, I..." Sato still refused to look him in the eyes- hopefully that was still just nerves. He looked over the rest of the arcade, seeming lost in thought. Just when Mako was about to say something, however, Sato grabbed his wrist, dragging him over to the back of the arcade, toward a line of cool blue cabinets. Wait a second... I recognize these. His mind drifted back to a few months ago, when the arcade had held a tournament for this very game. Mako had done well- not good enough to win, mind- and he'd certainly enjoy being able to play again, even if it had been a while since he had. He turned to Sato and smiled, hopefully in a reassuring way.
"Huh. Good choice. Sure, I can teach you. I will warn you, it's been a while since I've played it- I may be a little rusty. Hopefully that's okay with you?" He slotted a couple coins into the machine, starting it up for the both of them. "Don't worry. I'll walk you through it, okay?"
The day progressed much smoother after they got started playing- Sato wasn't bad at the game, per se, just inexperienced, and he learned fast enough that he was hopefully still enjoying himself. Hours passed by in a blur as they played, and Mako felt much more at ease as time went on. Huh. Maybe this was actually a good idea after all.
Eventually, the time came for the date or whatever it was to come to a close, and the two walked out of the arcade, still quiet, but comfortably so. Mako turned toward Sato, smiling warmly.
"I had a lot of fun with you today, Sato. Thanks for coming." He paused for a moment, pondering his next move- that is, how best to end this excursion. Granted, he knew what he wanted to do, but considering Sato had nearly had a panic attack just from being told this outing was a date, he decided to perhaps have a bit more tact. So he contented himself with reaching out and squeezing Sato's hand affectionately, saying goodbye, and going off on their separate ways. He walked toward home, unhurried for once, hoping they'd get to do something like this again.
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Mako Moritomi//Abandoned Warehouse
Sunday, July 5, 2015
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Mako ground his teeth as he stood in the warehouse, amongst what he assumed were now his peers. There was Kotori from his class, one of the boys who'd saved him during his first trip to the Mirror World, Rui- who had a hawk on his shoulder, for some reason- Sato, of course, the people who'd been rescued along with him, and a bunch of other people Mako didn't know all that well. He wished they could have been meeting under better circumstances than this.
Well, that didn't take fucking long at all, Mako thought grimly to himself, testing the edge of the hatchet he held with a thumbnail. It was more out of nervousness than anything else; he'd already been meticulously sharpening it the night before, in preparation for the next outing into the Mirror World. He just wasn't anticipating it to be so soon. Wrapped around his left hand and wrist was a length of heavy chain, a makeshift bracer for defense- and possibly also beating up on some Shadows. Truth be told, the hatchet was more of a backup plan- he didn't exactly know how to fight with it, so punching things was his go-to choice of offense. Still, it couldn't hurt to have something that hurt more than his fists or a chain. Always be prepared, after all.
He stood solemnly, listening to the briefing, so to speak, about what the plan was. There were a lot of people in there, this time around. And not all of them might be friendly, either. He turned toward Sato, trying to suppress his concern. If anything, his senpai should be worried about him- he was the new kid here, along with the other two. Everyone else was much more experienced than he was when it came to this whole Persona business. So, he stood, quietly, no matter how much he wanted to charge in and start hacking away at Shadows. If he wanted to live through this, then he'd have to listen- he was no good to anyone dead.