FrozenEcstasy

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

@SepI was wondering if psychiatry would be necessary on this kind of ship, considering that they're all alone in space with various existential crises and the like. It might be necessary to administer some sort of mood-changer, sedative, or antidepressant to certain people, or offer insight as to why a particular person was acting up. Could something like that be feasible?

@CanisMajoris2

I was already working on a character with training in this regards, would you like to be peers in the field?

Edit: You seem like you want a character more on the medical side of psych. We could work together as two sides of the same coin?

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

I'm still working on solidifying my character because I've been working on a research paper this week and can't do the kind of writing required for the CS just yet.

So far I understand he's going to be Nagasaki, he's going to be the ships foremost psychotherapist. I'm going to assume that workers that fall under "therapy" or similar are going to be under a more general management with experts instead of heads. I also know that he's trained in crisis management and a couple of martial arts so he can de-escalate problems quickly. He'll be working very closely with the police force when something awry happens that could invite panic, sort of like a temporary or consultant.

Basically he'll have basic to advanced taining in several mundane fields with an expertise only in psychotherapy, so he'd be on the ship for sheer Jack of all trades, master of one sorta shit.

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

Ohey. Shouldn't we have a list of jobs that are being worked on so nobody steps on toes?

Terror and Lucifer: Origins (FrozenEcstasy x Morose)

@Morose Gotten too tired to continue for the time being, I'll write up the next post tomorrow.

Terror and Lucifer: Origins (FrozenEcstasy x Morose)

Please tell me you got the "Margarita tastes like sex" joke.

Someone.
Please.

Terror and Lucifer: Origins (FrozenEcstasy x Morose)

I did ^^

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Doing an origins story with @Morose while we wait on the IC to start, feel free to come read our shit in your boredom.

Terror and Lucifer: Origins (FrozenEcstasy x Morose)

If you're a lurker who likes reading other roleplays and have found youself here, please watch these two over in their parent roleplay when it starts
Powerbound

Edit:
P.S. This origins story takes place 3 years before the events of Powerbound.

Terror and Lucifer: Origins (FrozenEcstasy x Morose)

Jackson/Terror

Jackson Willis/ Terror

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"I may be crazy, but I'm not on the other end of my gun."
-Terror

House of Wolves

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| Full Name |
Jackson Elijah Willis

| Nickname |
Jack or Eli

| Alias |
Terror

| Birth Date |
January 21, 1996

| Age |
30

| Species |
Human/Ghost

| Gender |
Male/ Gender Nonconforming

| Sexuality |
Omnisexual (Sexuality is not Static)

| Alignment |
Chaotic Neutral

| In-Depth Appearance |
Jackson is a rather thin individual with a complection that is almost ghostly due to his status of being half-dead. He has a fairly sturdy bone structure despite being thin, so he doesn't necessarily look that thin at first. He's without tattoo or piercing. Jackson can appear at anytime in one of endlessly varying outfits that are typically reminiscent of some era of societal deviance, from grunge rock to cyberpunk. Jackson's endless variety of wardrobe pieces make people wonder where the hell he gets it all. His rather eccentric approach to appearances leaves him to be somewhat hard to recognize if you haven't seen him in months, but the wild black hair and ghostly pale skin typically works best to identify him.

| Abilities |
-Half-Ghost: Due to an accident, Terror is considered half a ghost and has many traits of ghosts.

-Flicker: Ability to flicker in and out of corporeal form, can last long enough to let bullets fly through or walk through walls but not much longer without straining himself.

-Light Telekinesis: Able to control a large variety of smaller objects and some larger objects.

-Levitation: Self explanatory

-Inanimate Possession: Terror can take control of certain inanimate objects like cars or bicycles, or even dolls, much like telekinesis, but not too many at a time without causing intense strain.

-Spirit Sight: Terror can see the spiritual world as it overlaps the living, and interact with spirits.

-Nightwalk: Terror is able to enter someone's dreams and remove or create a nightmare, to do so he needs a lock of their hair or an item that means a lot to them, and can do so from up to a mile away.

| Limitations |
-Considering his abilities come from his semi-death, Terror can actually kill himself on overuse of his more extrenuous abilities (Flickering and Nightwalking), he'll gradually become paler and translucent as he overuses.

-When Nightwalking in someone's dreams, it is possible for terror to be physically hurt. Any injuries sustained in the dream will transfer to the waking world

| Equipment |
-Smartphone loaded with bad music
-Twin Magnums, Nightmare and Daydream
-Three steel chains fitted with razors, telekinetic weapons
-Alicia's Crescent Moon pendent, worn around the neck.

| Personality Traits |

-Eccentric
-Melancholic
-Geeky
-Nostalgic
-Curious
-Cynical
_Creative
-Morbid

| Personality |
Jackson may be a little hard to get used to at first, considering someone who's only half alive here in the living world not going to have a typical outlook on life. Jackson is a little morbid with a humor for death and illness, he's not very used to being considered part dead so he finds anything and everything involving life and death increasingly ironic. However, he does have an understanding that he comes off as creepy so he will often have brief moments of social anxiety in which he feels bad for making people uncomfortable.

Beyond that, Jackson is fairly optimistic and likes to find out new things in the world, often loving to find obscure bands to listen to or off-kilter artists to support. He's often seen as a little childish, but it's mostly due to his outlook on the world being colored heavily by the memories of his daughter Alicia, so he often looks at things the way she would. Getting to know Jackson can often prove very pleasant, if not sad, as his heart is bigger than his creepiness.

| Quirks |
-Cynical, sees corruption everywhere
-Child-like, grievous of his daughter's disappearance
-Twitchy, twitchy when excited

| Hobbies |
-Listening to really bad music
-Watching really bad movies
-Writing really bad poetry

| Likes |
-Children
-Bad Music
-Magic (Witches to Magicians)
-Bad Sci-Fi Stories
-Japanese Monster Movies
-Taking down criminals who've committed crimes against children
-Religious institutes

| Dislikes |
-Child Predators
-Big Corporations
-Hollywood
-Gang Culture
-Bad Role Models
-Being an Adult
-Atheists

| Fears |
-Never Finding Alicia
-Dying Too Soon
-Losing Everything he loves

| Place Of Origin |
Born in New Jersey and lived in rural Virginia for several years

| Family |
-Wife Chloe, Deceased, Non-Super
-Daughter Alicia, Kidnapped and Missing, Super with ability to produce large amounts of electrical energy and pseudo-solar energy.
-Other Family Deceased or Unknown

| History |
Jackson's life was fairly normal up until he was about 25. Up until then he was your average alternative press dude who enjoyed the less loved parts of society and got together with his high school sweetheart and married, their child Alicia born around his 20s and they lived a happy life of interesting Halloweens and his job as a bar owner and tender. Their life was perfect and rather uneventful.

On her fifth birthday, Alicia showed signs of her super powers and burst every light in a mall one day when a wild tantrum sent static electricity on a rampage during a shopping trip to the mall. The event was seen on a security cam and an unknown got their hands on the footage through means still unknown. A week later at their rural home, men in black vans appeared and stormed the household, killing Chloe, shooting Jackson in the chest clean through, and stealing away Alicia. Jackson managed to hold onto Alicia's necklace as she was being taken away and it ripped away into his hands.

As he lay dying, police showed up after being called by a worried neighbor and rushed Jackson to a Hospital for repairitive surgery in an attempt to save his life. During the recovery period, an unknown priest of unknown denomination came by Jackson's room. The priest knew Jackson would not make it, but felt a strong spirit in him that should not go to waste. He performed a ritual in which to attempt to keep Jackson alive. The ritual succeeded, and Jackson was saved from dying altogether, however, the ritual was not performed with enough speed and part of Jackson's life left him, leaving him in a state of limbo between life and death. The priest was never seen again.

When Jackson came too and left the hospital, he slowly discovered his newfound abilities and decided that he'd use this gift of half-life to exact revenge on whomever took his daughter, and steal her back. Five years later by the time of summoning, Jackson has made his name as a vigilante named Terror who hunts down those who commit crimes against children and families.

| Extra |
EST, On RPG Every day, Lover of Doctor Strange, Never leaving my A-Game at home ;D


_{Face Claim: Gerard Way}

Terror and Lucifer: Origins (FrozenEcstasy x Morose)

Jackson has never really liked the sort of people that hung around these sort of bars. Sure, he owned one himself back in the day, but that didn’t mean he particularly liked his clientele. “Tracy’s” was rather run down looking from the outside when Jackson first came upon it, but the sources he had gathered told him that looks would be deceiving, and boy were they right by the time he flickered into the damned place without nobody noticing.

The inside of the bar almost seemed like a shining model for a strip club. The place was gigantic as it was a renovated warehouse, dancers and strippers were in full swing as college students ran in and out of the various areas, playing beer pong or frustrating the old men trying to get a chick on the dance floor. Jackson felt a hint of jealousy in his bones, wishing his bar had been this busy, even if he didn’t exactly fancy how undeniably lewd the place was… but then that was expected for a college town.

Jackson waded into the crowd and looked toward the back corner were seedy business was normally done in these places. The conglomeration of men with oddly nice looking clothes next to baggy-clothed jackwads told him that this was the place the gang he was hunting down done some of their business. Terror, Jackson’s vigilante alter ego, was hunting them down for their crimes in the sex trade. He didn’t typically see college kids as his type of children to be mad about people abusing, but when he saw in the news how a girl names Kelly was killed by the supposed gang it got different. Her parents were sobbing profusely throughout the interview, the fire in his belly was lit by them with such fervency it was hard to say no to the nagging in the back of his head that made him decide on this as a job. So, here he was, hunting down criminals like usual, being all nonchalant and badass.

Jackson hit the bar up near the corner so he could watch the thugs through a small shard of reflective glass behind all the alcohol for the bartender. He got a Margarita as he was accustomed to and slowly sipped on the salty beverage while watching them. If he remembered correctly, they loved drugging drunk-ass college girls and taking them out the back. He just had to watch out for any girls that got over their heads here, which from his experience typically meant the ones that just turned 21.

“Now ain’t this special, Jack. You’re sitting here drinking away your sorrows again while therapeutically planning the mass murder, or at least debilitation, of an entire gang of sex traffickers. What has become of you ol’ chap? Oh right, you almost died and have lost quite a bit of logic and sanity! Not to mention the common sense needed to know better than endlessly putting your life on the line for strangers! Oh bother, at least it’s fucking fun…. Speaking of fucking, this Margarita tastes like sex.” He rambled on to himself quietly, only one or two people hearing him, all of which who promptly left their seats with a look of concern on their face. Couldn’t handle fucking genius when they saw it, their problem.

@Morose