Fallenreaper

Mass Effect: Borealis

Who wants to volunteer for a collab with everyone's favourite slav?

Hider

no fat chicks

@Zombiedude101

Tanya's out. :p She's rather butch.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@Robeatics: Correction, it's PX. I just found a few notes over it.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Thanks! That's really in-depth, I appreciate it and I'll make the changes now. Luckily, a lot of it can be adjusted easily.

@Robeatics

Thank you. I have a very good idea of what I wanted to have happened, through even freedom people can add their own flavor and gradually add to the fleshing out process. And that’s great really though I tried not to force you to alter it too much as I rather adapt and compromise over some things as right now, few things about Gene Co is set in stone.

Would a serial code of 04-04 work for her? Also, did I get the description of the testing right? I tried to keep it vague, but I have no idea how many doses of the serum are required to activate Meta powers.

Yes, it would. Through that would bump her up to be among the first experimented with the virus which was discovered years ago and that’s what kicked off the Black Project Branch which is about 12 years, the virus was discovered about 2 years after it started and help start off the SES series. Each series timeline I left vague so players could work with the vagueness.

Tests are correct, though honestly it’s reasonable she might’ve blocked it off or had someone else chemically wipe away her memories of it. It’s also likely a bit different since she’s a spur of the moment and a bit more sloppy decision. She has chemical markers that trace her back to Gene Co, through not everyone will be able to note them or identify them.

As for the serum, that depends on the series and age. Early serums require several doses, given over a span of a year, and monitored heavily. Then they go through training/conditioning/physical therapy to adapt or discover their abilities. More recent ones require a few months then followed by the next step, with the addition of memory wipe or changes mentally to make them more subservient naturally without altering their personality. Early experiments survival rates were about 1 out of every 75 subjects until series 10 and improved it drastically after altering the source’s make up.

I'll definitely make her first few posts separate from everyone else to sort of establish her in the world, no worries about that. I already have a nice series of events planned out over the course of a few IC months.

Alright and that’s good. She’ll likely be drawn or sense a connection with Rach and other related sources like Justine (Myth), Gabriel (Icarus) and others affected by Gene Co.

Speaking of Gene, I need everyone that is associated with it to list off the number or relation to the company so I can get the timeline sorted out.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Let me know what you guys think. I figure Lisa's escape damaged a portion of the facility she was in, which could explain a need for Gene Co to gather new subjects and test the formula further, to make up for the findings that were lost.

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That would be fantastic actually! Please criticize my backstory as much as you like, I really don't want to make a character that won't work well with the current lore.

WIP

Character you have created: Lisa Hernandez

Alias: Experiment 44, EX-44

All Gene Co experiments are classed as this: Serum number-Subject number. Currently the total number is about 36, which the latest one is 036-014. I haven’t established these individuals fully but I aimed for them to be more unified in their mutations than previous serums mainly as they are more limited due to not having the virus. With the virus’ disappearance, turning on various meta genes and creating your own custom soldier has become rather difficult without killing the individual.

The virus vanished months ago, around the 32 series, I believe, which forced the corporation to halt its progression and instead repeat a past pattern with gene therapy. Most survivors have had little issue adapting but all are pretty much carbon copies of each other’s powers. So I might suggest she was an experiment before then, and been in hiding for a few months unless you want to alter your powers. IF that’s the case, I can give you a rundown of the powers if you like?

Speech Color: #44bbff

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Lisa doesn’t remember anything before her transformation into EX-44. She is wary of everyone, and will lash out if she feels threatened or startled, with often disastrous results. She doesn’t have much of a moral compass, and makes little distinction between right and wrong, having forgotten important lessons about justice and equality from her old life. She has no concept of personal space once she recognizes someone as nonthreatening, though hates being touched if she hasn’t initiated the contact first. She is very gullible once she thinks she can trust someone, though only remains loyal for as long as her new ally can keep her attention.

Uniform/costume

Origin Info

Born and raised in Chicago, Lisa Hernandez had a perfectly normal childhood: her parents were loving, and had money to spend considering she was their only child. Lisa fostered a deep love for painting from an early age, and, after receiving a Hispanic scholarship from Lost Haven University, was well on her way to fulfilling her dream of becoming a professional illustrator. She worked hard in college, enough to catch the eye of one of the younger biology professors. Dr. Gregory Toothman was the talk of the science department, and soon swept Lisa off her feet. She graduated, and not long after, married Dr. Toothman. His connections opened up opportunities Lisa couldn’t have dreamed of, and while she was working happily in her dream career, he was making a name for himself in the scientific community of Lost Haven.

Depending on how old he was, and when this happened, Gregory could’ve worked for the Black Project branch before or after he met Lisa. He could’ve been approached by Gene Co personally, namely an individual named Victor Black. Creepy, unsettling individual who determines if someone’s fitting to work with the less moral place of the company. Through during this time Gregory would be slowly cut off from his family as he edged deeper, and deeper into the sector.

With the help of a new, better-paying job working for a private company, Dr. Toothman bought his wife a large home in the suburbs outside Lost Haven. Lisa was pregnant, and after giving birth to their son Thomas, was happy to work from home and take care of the baby. Soon her baby became an energetic little boy, who was always happy to greet his father after his long days at work. Lisa had stopped trying to glean any information from her husband about what he did at his job, and was content to live her life without ever knowing. She became pregnant again, and this time she had a daughter named Maria.

There were complications with the birth however, and Dr. Toothman rushed to the hospital to stay with his wife while she recovered. When they returned home, Lisa decided to tidy up the house, as her messy husband hadn’t cleaned in days. She went into his office, and found files on his desk that detailed strange things--lists of symptoms, disturbing photographs of shaved animals covered in mutations, diagrams naming chemicals she’d never heard of--it was enough to make her worry.

I have two suggestions for making this work, namely if you want connected to Gene Co. The first one is pretty simple, Gregory could’ve went against department rules and brought his work research home. By this time, Gene Co is now using humans as lab rats rather than animals. Through the results are pretty gross, varying similar effects as Racheli’s on her CS. I suggest taking a look at that.

She left his office quickly, and said nothing to her husband for days. But those photos and files gnawed at her with a question she’d been asking herself for years--what does he do? She planted a simple tracker into Dr. Toothman’s car, and traced it to the countryside beyond Lost Haven’s city limits. The tracker went dead just minutes before she could meet its location, and before she could turn back and go home, her car was ambushed and gassed.

It’s more likely she was set upon by a SES (Serum Enhance Soldier). Gene Co would then make arrangements within the day/night to make her vanish suddenly. This would also have consequences for Gregory since she is his wife and it was his sloppiness that brought her there. The consequences could result in him being framed for illegal experiments, then mysteriously dying in prison, becoming a subject himself (less likely), or merely having him get into a fatal wreck unless he showed his complete loyalty to the company by never contacting the outside world again.

She awoke to a sterile table, doctors, scientists, and needles.

The years wore her down. She accepted her fate after a while, and hoped one of the many tests she was put through daily would eventually kill her. She forgot the faces of her children, her parents, and her husband. After a while, she forgot her own face. Then her name. She was only Experiment 44: stronger and hardier than the other 43, apparently. The scientists seemed pleased by her reactions to the chemicals they pumped into her weekly. Death seemed a disappointing outcome to them.

*points to the bit addressing the numbering system and the points made there* The recent experiments are more unified as they are re-hashing old serum formulas which is limiting their evolution options, as priorly mentioned.

After years, it seemed they’d gathered what they wanted, and strapped her into a machine for one final test. Experiment 44 was ready to die, and did not fight when several needles pumped more poison into her veins. For a few minutes, nothing happened. But then the restraints snapped, and the whole room went supernova.

Sadly, I can’t see Gene Co destroying her since she was success through they might dissect her alive as they will eventually do to Rach when they are done studying her. This could still cause what you’re looking for and only create minor changes, even have Jacquline aiming on either killing her or getting her back depending on situation.

In EX-44's earliest memory, she was running. Desperate, lost, running faster than the helicopters could keep up, faster than the missiles, nets and barriers could catch her. Her hands were bound with cuffs even her strength couldn't break, and something had been locked onto her head that blocked most of her vision and gave her a headache. She had no idea from where or to where she was running, only ran, faster and faster, until the loud noises stopped and the blurred city in the distance grew close enough to touch.

Hero Type: Brick/Psychic

Power Level: World Level

Powers: Beyond super-toughness, supersonic flight, and super speed and strength, EX-44 can “extend” her consciousness into the minds of others, networking brains into a kind of hivemind, with her at the center. She can see through each one of her thrall’s eyes, as well as control their actions and the actions of all others simultaneously, as if they were independent. She can only try to read the mind of one person at a time, and doing so will drop anyone else she is controlling.

Attributes

Strength Level: 100+ Tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Supersonic

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours

Agility: 15X

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Average

Weaknesses: In her current state, she can barely control her psychic powers without her suppressor helmet, and the feeling of unwillingly overtaking strangers’ minds causes her great distress. She also doesn’t know her own strength or speed, and can bash into buildings or break things if she isn’t extremely careful. The only thing she can’t break is her suppressor helmet, which delivers an agonizing shock if tampered with.

Supporting Characters

Dr. Gregory Toothman
Lisa’s ex-husband. A scientist working for Gene Co. Whereabouts unknown.

Thomas Hernandez
Lisa’s son. Ten years old. In foster care with his little sister. Doesn’t realize his mother is alive.

Maria Hernandez
Lisa’s daughter. Five years old.

@Robeatics

Look for the quoted segments as I found it earlier to point out directly what would be ideal to change and even offered solutions for the same result. Right now, I don't have a timeline so I would suggest having this happen a few months to a year ago for some leeway. You could start her IC post with her current whereabouts and work through budding memories, etc to a point. In addition, since she is from a serum likely from Rach then they do have a connection which we can discuss the details tomorrow or some time.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn

Lyn was worried. Namely about Helena’s glare provoking her bear into being even more aggressive and possibly attacking the woman, forcing her to restrain them both before they hurt each other. A fact she wasn’t very comfortable with it since they risked injury as she inhaled, her breath stalled to wait out the aftermath. Thankfully Helena’s attention turned toward her. Seeing the woman note her presence, she began to walk forward and reach for the red hair in order to help only to be waved back. Lyn’s eyes tightened in confusion at the action causing her to bit her lip in uncertainty and confusion.

She didn’t mean to dirty the woman’s hair in her distraction after all, so it was her responsibility to make right again. Only she wasn’t about to push herself on the fellow student just to accomplish that. Watching Helena pick the rest of the sticky berry out, she offered her name and hand to the child. Naturally Lyn’s friendliness overcame her caution when she fit her own hand into the woman’s. Helena would feel the almost perfectly smooth skin mimic a human’s until she pulled back, which then the scales would’ve snagged ever softly and created a rather rough texture. It was a bit like leather armor through still vulnerable to slashing and piercing weapons.

Carefully, Lyn repeated the name over to herself. “Helena..That’s a pretty name. Especially with the a at the end. How long have you been within the college? Did you arrive recently?”

Lyamis & Amaryllis

The last of the hunters, about a handful survived the catacomb ordeal. All hunters as the crafters died in the travel leading up to the college and were no match for the harsh environment within the ravine. Their bodies being in a endless stage of decay while being feasted on by the various demons, their genes unable to spawn new generations and prevent their tribe from dying out. Over the days that followed, their adjustment had been slow. Especially with a wood elf, Myrn, pestering them and making their ability to rebuild what was lost taking more time than normal.

Lyamis was the buffer between the naga and Myrn’s curiosity so not create tension, his head turned to spot the woman approach them early in the morning. Toleration was a skill they were starting to learn, through only Lyamis and the matriarch were highly skilled in the action, and he didn’t need one of his hunters squeezing the life out of an a student. His eyes drifted toward the golems still silently guarding them and lingering nearby, their forms both visible and hidden causing Lyamis more stress than needed.

When he heard the wood elf announce herself, he immediately stopped his work. His sharpening of his spear stalled in favor to prevent his fellow hunters from feeling uncomfortable and crowded by the woman, their visual cues lost on someone not a naga. Leaving Amaryllis to direct the others, his hand held out to assure her he would handle it as he slithered over toward the woman. “I figured your questions would’ve been over seeing as we’re about to leave. Through Naga tend to dislike loud sounds and we can see who you are, Myrn. Shouldn’t you be recovering?”

Mass Effect: Borealis

Look at all these tasty poasts!

Nom nom.

@Dervish

Naturally. And enjoy.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@DJAtomika: Making a few edits within the Pad, which might alter the conversation a bit, due to the recent scene. Afterwards, feel free to post it up.

Mass Effect: Borealis

’The Devil’s Playground’
Part 2

Location: Afterlife Club

The first floor was much like Chora’s Den, the ‘livelier but deadlier’ sensation, as they headed toward the bar. Electric lights flickered and darted about the thriving scene, dowsing them both in various lights and hazy smoke. It all caused their figures to glow brightly in the dim light. In the backdrop several males were ogling at the asari dancers dressed in skimpy outfits and twirling upon their metal poles, bending in ways that the aliens observing them would have wet fantasies about for nights to come. Their lips curled into sexy, teasing smiles while flaunting what they knew they had. Low, steady beat music hummed through the room as it vibrated within Vellios, his eyes fixed on his current associate. When they came to the bar, Vellios extended his arm to offer a seat first.

As she sat, he looked to her for her order. Aleera smiled softly and twirled her fingers playfully upon the counter in thought, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip. After a moment of toying with Vellios, she answered. “I’ll have an Asari Honey Mead. Though... what are you going to have?”

Vellios nodded then spoke to the bartender, another Asari, through he noted she was more plain and professional than his company. “The pretty Asari will have a Honey Mead, and I’ll have a Horsok shot.”

“Oooo, that’s some hard stuff. You like it rough don’t you?” Aleera teased gently as she turned about, propping her back against the bar’s edge. Her leg stretched downward from her stool, her eyes wondering about the scene. However, he suspected it because she was passing time while he asked his questions.

“So, now that I’m paying for your drink, mind telling me how you know Salihim?”

Aleera leaned in closer, her body twisted to reach for her honey mead then took a sip. She let the sweet nectar glide across her tongue and roll its flavor across her memory before she spoke. “Salihim and I are recent business partners. We do everything from orchestrate the pit fights to scouting out possible contenders, even taking the bets and ensuring there’s a location to fight. Simple really. I’m in charge of determining if a fighter is worth the chit he’s asking for or not.”

“Interesting,” Vellios commented, holding the Hosok in his talons. He didn’t take a sip yet until he learned the details. “I can’t say I imagine Salihim is enthusiastic about the notion, is he?”

“He took some convincing and persuasion but in the end, we worked things out. It helped he needed the funding and I had the chits.”

“I wonder what type of spirit brought you to his door just in the nick of time?” Vellios quietly and casually hinted at her involvement with getting the salarian in the tight spot in the first place.

Aleera merely shrugged lightly then continued to sip her drink casually. “Merely good fortune, I suppose. His debt was his own doing, I will make that clear. Now… shall we find Salihim and discuss business?”

“Sounds like a good idea…” Vellios answered and pulled away from the bar, his drink in hand. His arm clasped about Aleera’s waist as he walked alongside her.

There was a salarian waiting for them within one of the booths lining the wall. A young, relaxed looked individual, his horned head kept panning the scene as if passing the time while waiting for someone to arrive. His fingers thumped on the table with a sense of impatience and casually checked his omnitool, noting the time that had passed so often. It didn’t insult Vellios nor was it unusual for the species. All salarians moved at accelerated rates because of their lifespan, the fact showed most obviously in the way they spoke and moved.

Salihim spoke when he spotted Vellios, the words on the verge of clashing into each other and blending that the turian wondered how the other salarians understood each other in the first place. “Aleera,-I-assume-by-Vellios-being-here-that-he-has-passed-your-irrelevant-test?”

Aleera merely smiled deeper as she pulled from Vellios’ grip, her feet pulling her toward Salihim’s side as he brushed her fingertips along his cheek. It was enough to silence him and his eyes darted back to Vellios.

“Yes, he will do perfectly.”

Clearing his throat, he then began to speak clearly with nervous, guilty expression hidden under his businesslike demeanor. His fish eyes blinked when Vellios slide into the booth’s seat across from him. He tried to vainly ignore Aleera’s hands pawing at the salarian before settling down to finish her drink.

“Good. With-that-settled-we-can-move-onto-the details.” Salihim stated calmly, his figure no longer ridgely still when Aleera allowed them to get down to business. His black eyes narrowed upon the chuckling turian and curiosity probed the alien to question Vellios’ actions.

“What’s-so-amusing-about-what-I’ve-said?”

With Aleera’s eyes also fixed upon him, Vellios paused with his drink halfway to his lips then set it back down to answer. “Nay, I didn’t think you were the type to work with a partner. You never really...toyed with the concept before.”

The salarian blinked then shrugged. “Aleera-can-be-rather-persuasive-and-determined-when-she-applies-her-mind-to-it. Her-methods,-however-unorthodox,-are-sound.”

“Right.” Vellios replied then took a cautious draft, settling into the conversation by folding up his talons around his glass. “Now, let’s start with the entrance fee. What is it? I know you’ve likely changed it”

“Now-Vellios,-when-has-that-ever-concerned-you-before?” Salihim asked, his head tilted in back in a surprised gesture.

“It does since I have to pay and last time, I caught you skimming funds off me.” Vellios stated with a sharp edge to his comment. His talons tightened upon his glass, causing it sound close to cracking, as he eyed up the salarian. He was daring the alien to deny it and when/if he did, it was going to get messy.

Sensing the tension, Aleera jumped in. Her voice delicate, calm and reassuring in her tone to address the climbing issue. “I wouldn’t worry about that, Mr. Malkai, as I’ll be handling the payouts rather than Saliham. Can’t have him cheating people out of their hard earn chits, can we?”

Saliham nodded then spoke in agreement. “Yes-she-handles-the-payouts-while-point-out-possible-contenders-and-she-determines-their-worth. I’ve-spoken-highly-of-you,-though-I-had-hoped-you’d-forgiven-me-for-those-past-transgressions.”

“There’s an old human saying I’m rather fond of: Fool me once...shame on you. Fool me twice...shame on me.” Vellios stated clearly, “I don’t intend for there to be a third time. Now, about the entrance fee and I will be recording it, that unless you’re wasting my time.”

Wondering if they would stop him, Vellios tensed and made to rise upright before Aleera spoke. “We both know you won’t turn this down, but to ensure there’s no hard feelings or ill intentions between any of us, I’ll tell you right here. The entrance fee is about 400 chits up front. Can you afford that?”

“Easily. Now, how many rounds, rules, and where should I meet for the matches?” Vellios shot off one after another, his figure gradually sitting back down. “And do be specific.”

Aleera pulled back in her seat, her eyes admiring his figure a moment then went into details. “The chits go to me and I register in our list of current fighters. The tourney round number usually depends on that list’s number.”

She paused long enough to take a drink, and continued. “If we have at least sixteen fighters then each round is a full half hour round and the fighter that is disable in any way, will be eliminated. If neither are by the bell’s end, then both fighters are out. This goes on to result in either a single one vs one match or a three free for the last fight.”

Saliham took over from there, allowing his partner a breather and began to cover the details she had forgotten or yet to cover.

“Currently-we-only-have-about-2-fighters,-not-including-yourself,-which-means-about-3-rounds-total-unless-we-do-a-tag-team-exhibit. This-means-you-will-have-to-find-a-partner.” Salihim stated as he continued. “As-Aleera-mentioned,-all-combatants-are-expected-to-be-unarmed-when-they-enter-but-won’t-likely-remain-that-way. Spectators-tend-to-assist-their-favorites-in-various-of-ways.”

Vellios held up his talons, causing Salihim to pause and then addressed the last sentence. “I’m sure I could find a partner. So, details about the spectators assistance? Do you mean you actually allow them to help in the fights or merely toss in junk for makeshift weapons?”

Salihim was unusually quiet as his eyes shifted, debating on the details before Aleera popped in to save his nervous ass. She leaned in with business like demeanor, her eyes fixed on Vellios and her voice calm. “Well, yes. It seems to invoke more betting and all fighters are required to sign a waiver, namely stating they understand the risk-”

The turian never gave her a chance to finish when he cut in. His tone was harsh and straight to the point, digging into the fact he didn’t trust either of them to the degree they were hoping. “Let me remind you that this is the ‘world without law’ out here, waivers don’t hold the proper sway or power as they do on the Citadel or any other lawful planet. I’m not a young turian after all with a green crest and untested gizzard, so I would be appreciative if you didn’t insult me by acting like I was one...”

His words made it clear he wasn’t the fool they were as he took a drink, letting the Horosk burn his throat fully before setting the drink back down. He spied a hint of anger rise in Aleera’s eyes, followed by a slight hint of lust at his resistance to play her little game. The first reaction made sense but the second caused alarm bells to ring in his instinct, warning him of something dreadful, as he swallowed it down for the moment to continue his conversation. “So, please continue?”

Salihim took this moment to try to recover some benefit in their plan, his hands pulled flat upon the table, while he swallowed his jitteriness. “I-admit-it’s-not-ideal. However-we-have-made-efforts-,with-some-success-to-prevent-outright-killing. Namely-if-we-didn’t-then-we-would-run-out-of-fighters-and-few-newcomers-would-join-on. Any-deaths,-within-the-match,-do-affect-the-gains-and-thus-discouraging-them,-mostly.”

“ I can’t say I’m enthusiastic over this fact. Which brings another question to mind. What if you have asari or some botic enter the fight, how do you monitor botics? Do you disqualify them when they use their extra ability or is everything free game save for their weapons?” Vellios asked as he leaned in, his eyes shifting from Salihim to Aleera, studying them. The pair looked between each other considering what they were going to say. They had enough fighters, but there was clearly something more involved that he knew wasn’t being said.

That fact alone made him unease when Aleera spoke. “Asari are banned from the normal fights due to that specific reason. It’s a well known fact our race has botics and the experience that comes from it often tilts the favor in their direction, requiring us to create specialized rounds where only maidens engage in such combat. Putting them together often costs us more profits than it gains as everyone wants to bet on the sure win rather than take the risk, naturally.”

She took another sip of her Honey Mead, enjoying the taste a moment then added on additoin information. A small, hidden clause that was possibly a key reason many individuals didn’t join. “However, natural botics in other races are less... monitored. We don’t screen individuals because it’s so rare in most races, especially those outside humans like turians and krogans. It’s also difficult to call off bets once the fight’s been going on for a few rounds and refunds often cost us more than merely letting the fight carry out. After the tourney, the individual caught using biotics forfeit their winnings to us while a percentage is divided up between the bet winners.”

“What is the percentage for the fighters?”

Aleera’s eyes turned away for a moment, her gazing avoiding Vellios while she tried to become vague in her answer. Her head held in her hand, her torso leaned closer in a hope to distract the turian as she tried to smooth talk her way past. It was clear she had taken the lead in dealing with the negotiations now instead of Salihim and tried to steer away from any turn offs in the pitch. “Depending on the betting number, rounds, and length the winnings can range from 5000 to 1000 credits. Often the registration fee from each fighter covers the winnings and any other costs needed for the match to carry out. Currently the fight winnings for this fight is about 1000 chits, not credits, as those are too easily traced.”

Vellios was quiet, his mind absorbing the facts given and debated on if they were true or not. His talons tightened about the glass then took another sip, downing of the hot, fiery liquid before he turned to the two individuals. There was one last question on his mind. “What happens when a fighter gets injured?”

Salihim blinked in surprise at Vellio’s question causing him to to address it. “You’ve-never-been-concerned-about-injuries-before...Why-now?”

It was a good question, Vellios admitted and turned to the nervous looking salarian when he answered. His mandibles wiggled with each word as he informed the slippery ring master of his reasons. “I’m bring a partner, aren’t I? I need to inform them of the risks as I’m sure they will ask. Now, mind telling me how you deal with injuries?”

“All-competitors-are-expected-to-bring-their-own-medi-gel-and-deal-with-their-own-wounds-during-the-brief-intermissions. If-they-can’t,-it’s-their-own-issues. Providing-any-clinical-care-would-become-costly,-create-issues-with-body-disposal-and-more-problems-that-the-fighters-would-be-expected-to-take-care-of. Does-that-answer-your-question-thoroughly-Vellios?”

The salarian blinked, then stared causing Vellios to nod. “Crystal, and I assume my partner will require the same registering fee as well?”

“Yes-and-we-need-to-know-what-race-he-or-she-might-be.”

“Why?”

“Fighters’-races-influence-some-speculators-and-their-choices-on-betting,” Salihim stated, his figure leaned backwards and stared at Vellios.

“Fair enough, but you’re going to have to wait on my partner’s race. Namely as I have few options. One big question I forgot: where is the location or rather, where should I meet you?” Vellios asked, still working on his angle then took another Hosok. He had finished it off when his talon tapped down, his eyes looked expectedly at the pair to answer him.

Aleera took the lead this time. Her voice reached out and spoke gently, her mead being finished off around the same time his was. She folded her fingers together upon the table as she leaned forward in order to gain his attention, a fact she did well. His eyes studied her excited little posture within her lithe figure while she began to explain. “Well, you and your partner will need to meet me back here. I will survey your partner, determine if he’s worth the effort, collect his registration fee, and if he passes my expectations than we’ll make our way to the ring.”

“I-take-it,-we-can-complete-the-transaction?” Salihim asked, hoping to bring this deal to an end and seal it. Vellios nodded and rose to leave, his scales still tingling from Aleera’s gaze lingering on him.

“Mind accompanying me to get your chits or would you rather wait for them when I get back?”

“I think I will wait until you come back. Gives me and Salihim a chance to chat over business matters, finishing the last minute details. Through, don’t be a stranger for very long.” She flirted, her fingers tracing her crest suggestively, causing Vellios to smirk. Then he departed. His glass left behind while his figure skirted through the departing patrons, his black carapace vanishing easily within the hazy smoke and flickering lights. In moments… he was completely gone. At that moment, Aleera twisted her face toward Salihim with a slight purr to her next comment. "He's perfect, Salihim. Especially if he's as vicious as you claim he is..."

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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That could be interesting. I'll work on an origin from Gene Co's human experiments, post the WIP in the OOC and see what you guys think. I actually just now came up with an idea that'll let me introduce my character earlier than Season 2, if that's okay.

@Robeatics

Alright and if you need any help, let me know and I'll give you as much information as possible.

Speaking of Natural Selection, what's the word on that huge collab?

@fdeviant

Waiting for Hero who is likely busy with school. I think when we do the massive collab, I'll put a set time period per reply, as in waiting 2-3 days per reply before someone else can and no strict order for replies. This way everyone can get things done and move the scene, so we're not waiting for too long and dragging out the season 2 opening.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Hmm, if that's the case then maybe I can hold off on introducing my character into the IC until the second season.

Also, my concept for her was that she'd acquired her powers through an experimental project to artificially create superbeings, and considering the current crisis, that might fit with the lore. Maybe my character was captured for early testing. The mad scientist had to test several prototypes of his serum on live subjects, right?

@Robeatics

Another option, as I talked with Shard who wanted to so do something similar, was Gene Co who have a Serum upon the streets and I can adapt to create a wide range of effects. Not just animal base as proven with Bozo, an early model. This might also allow you to be connected to Cowl's organization. In Season 2, Gene Co will be taking homeless people off the street and place them into experiments to develop another enhanced soldier through various serums.