GreenGrenade

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

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He dreams of the Wizard.

“The end is near, William.”

They are in the Wizard’s place. The eternal rock. Carved into stone by ancient hands, given shape through the sacrifice of words, of vision, of knowledge. The power of a thousand cosmic mysteries runs through here. It vibrates through this ancient realm, strengthened by the carvings on its walls; these runes which hold such meaning, such significance, that they have come to hold a power of their own. Billy feels it. He can feel it all. It courses through him, makes its home inside him, and he knows that even here, in his dream, he is mighty.

“The end?” he asks, “The end of what?”

An eye stares at him unblinkingly. It has seen many things, over many years. It is scared.

“The Superman is dead. The end of his life heralds the end of many more.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“There will be fire, William. And it will consume everything. The gods of the modern world will perish.”

“C’mon, Wizard – ”

“Fate has spoken. There is nothing I can do. There is nothing you can do.

Twilight is upon us.”

Lightning flashes. Thunder roars.

Billy wakes up, damp and confused.

S A N F R A N C I S C O:

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^{San Francisco Bay - The Titan Tower}

The excitement in his belly reminded him of the first time he flew. Ten years old, endowed with the power of legends and gods, scared out of his mind yet unbelievably happy. He hadn’t known whether to sing or scream, soaring above the Fawcett City skyline, so he belted out such an unholy marriage of the two that even the crows were angry. But he didn’t care. He was ten years old and he was flying, and even though Uncle Eben took away Billy’s home and his inheritance, he couldn’t take this away, this freedom was his, and now –

– and now he was a Teen Titan, and once again, he didn’t know whether to sing or to scream. The entire elevator ride up to the roof was spent trying to hold it in so the crows – and the Ravens – wouldn’t get mad at him. Not again. His costume could repair itself upon each transformation no matter the tear, but bird poo… it lingers.

Billy shuddered.

Truth was, he was kinda hesitant to accept Nightwing’s offer. It was an honour, for sure, but leaving Fawcett City made him a little uneasy. Mary and Freddie could handle small-fry like Arson Fiend or King Kull, no problem – but what if Sivana tried to orchestrate another one of his twisted plans? What if Black Adam attacked, in all his fury? What’s to stop them from tearing the city apart, and subjecting Mary and Freddie to the most horrible fates imaginable?

When it came down to it, he just had to trust that his sister and friend had it covered, finding solace in knowing that they’re both capable heroes in their own right...

… and also hope that the Titans would be able to come to their aid should Adam or Sivana ever show their ugly, hateable mugs.

When the elevator doors slid open, Billy stepped out, his excitement showing in a bright, toothy smile. He recognised Nightwing and Arsenal even without their masks, and he’d know Starfire anywhere. The new faces looked cool, too. He was willing to bet that every single one of them was League material.

Eager to meet everyone, he strolled over to a green-skinned boy (could he even call him that?) who looked around the same age as Billy, standing around all alone and stuff.

“Hey!” he said, extending his hand eagerly. “I’m Billy. Great to meet you. What a team, huh?”

Overcome with the sheer coolness of the situation, he could almost forget about the Wizard and his ominous message.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

The Big Red Cheese

C A P T A I N M A R V E L

_{E A R T H ' S M I G H T I E S T M O R T A L}

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---

_{"I am the unknown Will,
The Anger that threatens glory and ruin.
Lord of Storms am I, in heaven high and caverns deep. "
T H E W I Z A R D}

N A M E !

William Joseph "Billy" Batson

A L I A S E S

Captain Marvel // Shazam! // The Big Red Cheese

A G E

15

P O W E R S & D R A W B A C K S

Billy can summon the Wizard's Lightning when he speaks his word of power: "Shazam." The Lightning seeks him out and strikes him, and through the Wizard's power he is transformed, gifted with the magical powers of the Old Gods:

S for the Wisdom of Solomon, granting Billy great knowledge, clairvoyance and omni-lingualism;
H for the Strength of Heracles, granting him immense strength rivalling that of a Kryptonian's;
A for the Stamina of Atlas, allowing him to go for days without sustenance, rest or exhaustion;
Z for the Power of Zeus, reinforcing his magical powers and endurance, and allowing him to cast the Sky God's lightning;
A for the Courage of Achilles, endowing him with incredible durability and optimism;
M for the Speed of Mercury, gifting him with flight and otherworldly speed.

This doesn't come without drawbacks, however. Given that his powers are activated through speech, they are deactivated in the same way – by uttering the word of power, "Shazam." If he's tricked into saying it as Captain Marvel, he'll transform back into regular ol' Billy Batson, and that guy's pretty vulnerable. Not to mention that if he can't speak to begin with, whether he's gagged or choked or who knows what, he won't be able to transform at all. Yikes. Then there's magic; just as it giveth, it also taketh away. Hit him with powerful enough magic and it'll hurt. Hit him with Spectre, god-tier magic, and it'll suck.

S K I L L S

Billy's years on the streets have accustomed him to city life more than anyone else he knows – even Batman (Batman!). He knows his way around an urban environment better than most people would know their way around a tree. He's like... the Einstein of street smarts. If Einstein came up with a rudimentary insulated shelter made of magazines, wooden pallets and tin instead of something lame like that theory of relatability, or whatever it's called.

B I O

Billy Batson and his sister, Mary, were orphaned at a young age when their archaeologist parents were murdered on an expedition in Egypt. Separated, Mary was adopted by Nick and Nora Bromfield, living a comfortable life with her wealthy foster family. Billy wasn't so lucky; taken in by his uncle, he was neglected and ultimately thrown out onto Fawcett City's streets, forced to eke out a meagre existence spent looking for somewhere dry to sleep.

One night, everything changed. Led on by a mysterious man, his identity concealed by a wide-brimmed hat and high-collared coat, the ten year-old Billy was transported to a strange place located outside of existence – the home of the unknowable Wizard, who sat on a throne that overlooked everywhere, in every land. The Wizard had chosen Billy for an immense task, a burden greater than any man ever bore: to be the champion of good, the mightiest mortal on Earth... its greatest hero. Billy, weirdly humbled and immensely excited, accepted the burden, and so was told to speak the word of power – Shazam. With a flash of lightning and boom of thunder, Captain Marvel was born.

With his new powers, Billy went on to fight many an evil. He used them to track down his sister, and reconnected with her. Able to share his abilities with those who were worthy, Mary became Mary Marvel, and his friend, Freddy Freeman, became Captain Marvel Jr. Over the years they were heroes both together and alone, and Billy repeatedly found himself pitted against two of his most dreaded enemies: Dr. Sivana, and Black Adam. Somewhere along the line, he met Kid Eternity.

Superman's death crushed him. The Man of Steel was his hero, his idol; his death meant the death of goodness itself, and without it, Billy began to spiral into despair. But the teenager's optimism couldn't be repressed for long, and soon enough he decided that he wouldn't let Superman's death cripple him. No, it'd inspire him. He'd be a hero that the Man of Tomorrow would be proud of. So naturally, when his invitation to join the Teen Titans came, he accepted.

Enthusiastically.

N O T E S

This version of Billy doesn't turn into an adult when he transforms; he instead turns into a "Greekified" version of himself – slightly taller, far more chiselled, and incredibly heroic.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

Here, have a sheet-tease while I read up on the guy and wait on a potential companion for 'im.

Full thing's here now.

When he speaks the word of power, he becomes...

C A P T A I N M A R V E L

_{E A R T H ' S M I G H T I E S T M O R T A L}

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_{"I am the unknown Will,
The Anger that threatens glory and ruin.
Lord of Storms am I, in heaven high and caverns deep. "
T H E W I Z A R D}

N A M E !

William Joseph "Billy" Batson

A L I A S E S

Captain Marvel // Shazam! // The Big Red Cheese

A G E

15

P O W E R S & D R A W B A C K S

Billy can summon the Wizard's Lightning when he speaks his word of power: "Shazam." The Lightning seeks him out and strikes him, and through the Wizard's power he is transformed, gifted with the magical powers of the Old Gods:

S for the Wisdom of Solomon, granting Billy great knowledge, clairvoyance and omni-lingualism;
H for the Strength of Heracles, granting him immense strength rivalling that of a Kryptonian's;
A for the Stamina of Atlas, allowing him to go for days without sustenance, rest or exhaustion;
Z for the Power of Zeus, reinforcing his magical powers and endurance, and allowing him to cast the Sky God's lightning;
A for the Courage of Achilles, endowing him with incredible durability and optimism;
M for the Speed of Mercury, gifting him with flight and otherworldly speed.

This doesn't come without drawbacks, however. Given that his powers are activated through speech, they are deactivated in the same way – by uttering the word of power, "Shazam." If he's tricked into saying it as Captain Marvel, he'll transform back into regular ol' Billy Batson, and that guy's pretty vulnerable. Not to mention that if he can't speak to begin with, whether he's gagged or choked or who knows what, he won't be able to transform at all. Yikes. Then there's magic; just as it giveth, it also taketh away. Hit him with powerful enough magic and it'll hurt. Hit him with Spectre, god-tier magic, and it'll suck.

S K I L L S

Billy's years on the streets have accustomed him to city life more than anyone else he knows – even Batman (Batman!). He knows his way around an urban environment better than most people would know their way around a tree. He's like... the Einstein of street smarts. If Einstein came up with a rudimentary insulated shelter made of magazines, wooden pallets and tin instead of something lame like that theory of relatability, or whatever it's called.

B I O

Billy Batson and his sister, Mary, were orphaned at a young age when their archaeologist parents were murdered on an expedition in Egypt. Separated, Mary was adopted by Nick and Nora Bromfield, living a comfortable life with her wealthy foster family. Billy wasn't so lucky; taken in by his uncle, he was neglected and ultimately thrown out onto Fawcett City's streets, forced to eke out a meagre existence spent looking for somewhere dry to sleep.

One night, everything changed. Led on by a mysterious man, his identity concealed by a wide-brimmed hat and high-collared coat, the ten year-old Billy was transported to a strange place located outside of existence – the home of the unknowable Wizard, who sat on a throne that overlooked everywhere, in every land. The Wizard had chosen Billy for an immense task, a burden greater than any man ever bore: to be the champion of good, the mightiest mortal on Earth... its greatest hero. Billy, weirdly humbled and immensely excited, accepted the burden, and so was told to speak the word of power – Shazam. With a flash of lightning and boom of thunder, Captain Marvel was born.

With his new powers, Billy went on to fight many an evil. He used them to track down his sister, and reconnected with her. Able to share his abilities with those who were worthy, Mary became Mary Marvel, and his friend, Freddy Freeman, became Captain Marvel Jr. Over the years they were heroes both together and alone, and Billy repeatedly found himself pitted against two of his most dreaded enemies: Dr. Sivana, and Black Adam. Somewhere along the line, he met Kid Eternity.

Superman's death crushed him. The Man of Steel was his hero, his idol; his death meant the death of goodness itself, and without it, Billy began to spiral into despair. But the teenager's optimism couldn't be repressed for long, and soon enough he decided that he wouldn't let Superman's death cripple him. No, it'd inspire him. He'd be a hero that the Man of Tomorrow would be proud of. So naturally, when his invitation to join the Teen Titans came, he accepted.

Enthusiastically.

N O T E S

This version of Billy doesn't turn into an adult when he transforms; he instead turns into a "Greekified" version of himself – slightly taller, far more chiselled, and incredibly heroic.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

I mean, hey, sure. Looks neat.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman RP

Avengers: Heroes United! - a semi-casual 'Tabletop-Lite' superhero RPG

Might throw my bag in the hat.

[Reboot] Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ

^{[ “You’re under arrest.” ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

27

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

The Europa Policing Authority

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Coburn has the sort of average good looks that don’t afford him much attention. Brown hair, brown eyes, and short stubble, adorning a face that doesn’t have anything particularly remarkable about it besides a slightly crooked nose, a permanent mark from when his parents’ repair store was robbed by human purist. Standing at 6 feet, he’s relatively fit, his muscles well-formed but ill-defined, covered by a layer of fat that indicates an irregular exercise pattern. A tattoo of a spider runs from his right shoulder down the length of his bicep, typically covered by his coat and so abiding by the EPA’s dress code.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

A usually quiet man, Coburn tends to sit back and let his surroundings do the talking; observant by nature, he takes every opportunity to analyse in his silence, a habit he picked up during the many boring days and nights spent observing the patrons of his parents’ store. His worldview is one that many would consider naïve – while he’s not necessarily optimistic, he believes in justice and the inherent goodness of people – that, if presented with a problem, they’d at least endeavour to do the right thing. He’ll speak openly of and defend his beliefs when he feels it’s necessary, remaining purposefully ignorant of the reality of agendas and self-preservation – and that stubbornness carries over into everything else. He’ll work on a case until it’s done, even when told to drop it. No hunch goes unfollowed. This will occasionally see him clashing with his superiors, as disobeying orders and sticking strongly to his beliefs tend not to mesh well with the bureaucracy of police work.

ANALYTICAL • NAIVE • OUTSPOKEN • STUBBORN

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn grew up hearing much of his family’s once great wealth. His name, Dad would tell him, was his only link to it, the one thing that he had left of the Coburn family’s prestige. Mum, on the other hand, would tell him that she was just a big fan of Ancient Greco-Roman history, and that his dad liked to hold onto a past better left in the mid-twenty first century – the days when great-great-grandad Tyrell Warren owned a multi-million pound cybernetics corporation whose greatest achievement was the big Bionic Materials Scandal of ’74, after which any wealth the Warren/Coburn clan held went by the way of bankruptcy. She’d explain that Dad felt bitter about being made to live in Europa’s DST-12-EAST when luxury had been within his family’s grasp just a few generations ago; running a cybernetics repair store was practically slave labour compared to running what could have been one of Terra’s leading corporations by now. And while Augustus wanted to relate to his father by mirroring his frustration, as kids do, he couldn’t really complain. He enjoyed working in the store, learning the ins and outs of different augmentations, and the colourful personalities that made up the district were an interesting (if dangerous) bunch. His childhood was a good one, made better not because his parents shielded him from hardship, but because it was always there, just another part of his life that he accepted and learned to live with.

His parents both passed away early into his adult years, his mother from heart failure, his father from… grief. Seeking purpose, Coburn drifted from job to job, never really finding anything that stuck. It was then that he found a “home” in a small apartment at the same district he grew up in, sharing rent with another drifter named Django Ellis. Eventually the drifting stopped, and Coburn found work with the Europa Policing Authority. Finding his calling, he worked hard to get to where he is, making detective after years of diligent labour on the beat. Partnered with Vincent DeSilvio, he’s been on the job for just over seven months now.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

DST-12-EAST

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» Standard issue EPA handgun

» Standard issue EPA Taser; tends to short-circuit most cybernetics

» Riot baton with a switchable electrified setting for dealing with heavily augmented persons, standard issue

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» EPA issue bulletproof vest: a thin vest that at first seems too thin to actually stop anything. The vest is made of self-hardening carbon nanotubes that tighten upon high impact. Light and more reliable than old issue kevlar vests, there have been complaints on how uncomfortable the vest gets when it "hardens". The vest also does little to protect against slashes; only hardening to direct stabs: another complaint about the vest.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

While Coburn spent much of his time around augments as he grew up, he was never one to think about getting any. The cybernetics he does have were installed in order to make his job easier, and are all approved under the EPA’s by-laws.

» EUROHACK™

A hacking augment, approved by EPA by-laws and developed by its eponymous megacorporation. Embedded onto Coburn’s left forearm, it can establish a connection with almost any piece of computerised tech, containing a series of programs and executables that streamline the hacking process significantly, while also retaining the option of manual coding. Obtainable only through the EPA and the EDF, the EuroHack™ automatically sends out requests for and receives warrants upon its use – a formality more than anything. EuroCorp’s word is law.

» DETECTIVISION™

The aptly named DetectiVision™, developed and manufactured by EuroCorp, is an evidence detecting system contained in a chip embedded at the base of Coburn’s neck. It tracks, points out and files away evidence into Coburn’s personal database via video, still images and audio, and manifests itself through an optical display projected over his retinas. It can also pick up on body language, helping inform Coburn whether someone’s lying, and is connected to the EPA’s EuroNet database, able to display information such as arrest records and send out an APB on the fly. It’s controlled via a small detachable wristpad.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Enough to pay for two apartments' worth of rent and to buy every cold, black drop of Django's deadbeat soul.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Coburn has a roommate, Django Ellis. Loud, vulgar and very poor, he came to live with Coburn years ago, and is the closest thing he has to a friend.

» Thanks to the time he spent working with his parents at their store, Coburn came to know the many models, types and brands of cybernetics intimately, able to recognise many at a glance.

» The future is now.

[Reboot] Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ

Coburn's done. I was gonna wait for the District section, but edits are easy.
_{@SmileyJaws@Briza}

[Reboot] Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ

Still No longer a WIP, but his partner's up, and partners stick together.

Coburn

^{[ “You’re under arrest.” ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

27

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

The Europa Policing Authority

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Coburn has the sort of average good looks that don’t afford him much attention. Brown hair, brown eyes, and short stubble, adorning a face that doesn’t have anything particularly remarkable about it besides a slightly crooked nose, a permanent mark from when his parents’ repair store was robbed by human purist. Standing at 6 feet, he’s relatively fit, his muscles well-formed but ill-defined, covered by a layer of fat that indicates an irregular exercise pattern. A tattoo of a spider runs from his right shoulder down the length of his bicep, typically covered by his coat and so abiding by the EPA’s dress code.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

A usually quiet man, Coburn tends to sit back and let his surroundings do the talking; observant by nature, he takes every opportunity to analyse in his silence, a habit he picked up during the many boring days and nights spent observing the patrons of his parents’ store. His worldview is one that many would consider naïve – while he’s not necessarily optimistic, he believes in justice and the inherent goodness of people – that, if presented with a problem, they’d at least endeavour to do the right thing. He’ll speak openly of and defend his beliefs when he feels it’s necessary, remaining purposefully ignorant of the reality of agendas and self-preservation – and that stubbornness carries over into everything else. He’ll work on a case until it’s done, even when told to drop it. No hunch goes unfollowed. This will occasionally see him clashing with his superiors, as disobeying orders and sticking strongly to his beliefs tend not to mesh well with the bureaucracy of police work.

ANALYTICAL • NAIVE • OUTSPOKEN • STUBBORN

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn grew up hearing much of his family’s once great wealth. His name, Dad would tell him, was his only link to it, the one thing that he had left of the Coburn family’s prestige. Mum, on the other hand, would tell him that she was just a big fan of Ancient Greco-Roman history, and that his dad liked to hold onto a past better left in the mid-twenty first century – the days when great-great-grandad Tyrell Warren owned a multi-million pound cybernetics corporation whose greatest achievement was the big Bionic Materials Scandal of ’74, after which any wealth the Warren/Coburn clan held went by the way of bankruptcy. She’d explain that Dad felt bitter about being made to live in Europa’s DST-12-EAST when luxury had been within his family’s grasp just a few generations ago; running a cybernetics repair store was practically slave labour compared to running what could have been one of Terra’s leading corporations by now. And while Augustus wanted to relate to his father by mirroring his frustration, as kids do, he couldn’t really complain. He enjoyed working in the store, learning the ins and outs of different augmentations, and the colourful personalities that made up the district were an interesting (if dangerous) bunch. His childhood was a good one, made better not because his parents shielded him from hardship, but because it was always there, just another part of his life that he accepted and learned to live with.

His parents both passed away early into his adult years, his mother from heart failure, his father from… grief. Seeking purpose, Coburn drifted from job to job, never really finding anything that stuck. It was then that he found a “home” in a small apartment at the same district he grew up in, sharing rent with another drifter named Django Ellis. Eventually the drifting stopped, and Coburn found work with the Europa Policing Authority. Finding his calling, he worked hard to get to where he is, making detective after years of diligent labour on the beat. Partnered with Vincent DeSilvio, he’s been on the job for just over seven months now.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

DST-12-EAST

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» Standard issue EPA handgun

» Standard issue EPA Taser; tends to short-circuit most cybernetics

» Riot baton with a switchable electrified setting for dealing with heavily augmented persons, standard issue

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» EPA issue bulletproof vest: a thin vest that at first seems too thin to actually stop anything. The vest is made of self-hardening carbon nanotubes that tighten upon high impact. Light and more reliable than old issue kevlar vests, there have been complaints on how uncomfortable the vest gets when it "hardens". The vest also does little to protect against slashes; only hardening to direct stabs: another complaint about the vest.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

While Coburn spent much of his time around augments as he grew up, he was never one to think about getting any. The cybernetics he does have were installed in order to make his job easier, and are all approved under the EPA’s by-laws.

» EUROHACK™

A hacking augment, approved by EPA by-laws and developed by its eponymous megacorporation. Embedded onto Coburn’s left forearm, it can establish a connection with almost any piece of computerised tech, containing a series of programs and executables that streamline the hacking process significantly, while also retaining the option of manual coding. Obtainable only through the EPA and the EDF, the EuroHack™ automatically sends out requests for and receives warrants upon its use – a formality more than anything. EuroCorp’s word is law.

» DETECTIVISION™

The aptly named DetectiVision™, developed and manufactured by EuroCorp, is an evidence detecting system contained in a chip embedded at the base of Coburn’s neck. It tracks, points out and files away evidence into Coburn’s personal database via video, still images and audio, and manifests itself through an optical display projected over his retinas. It can also pick up on body language, helping inform Coburn whether someone’s lying, and is connected to the EPA’s EuroNet database, able to display information such as arrest records and send out an APB on the fly. It’s controlled via a small detachable wristpad.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Enough to pay for two apartments' worth of rent and to buy every cold, black drop of Django's deadbeat soul.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Coburn has a roommate, Django Ellis. Loud, vulgar and very poor, he came to live with Coburn years ago, and is the closest thing he has to a friend.

» Thanks to the time he spent working with his parents at their store, Coburn came to know the many models, types and brands of cybernetics intimately, able to recognise many at a glance.

» The future is now.

[Reboot]Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ[Cyberpunk]

Figured I'd post a WIP to give peeps a better idea of my concept.

[+]

^{[ “You’re under arrest.” ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

27

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

The Europa Policing Authority

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Coburn has the sort of average good looks that don’t afford him much attention. Brown hair, brown eyes, and short stubble, adorning a face that doesn’t have anything particularly remarkable about it besides a slightly crooked nose, a permanent mark from when his parents’ repair store was robbed by human purist. He’s relatively fit, his muscles well-formed but ill-defined, covered by a layer of fat that indicates an irregular exercise pattern. A tattoo of a spider runs from his right shoulder down the length of his bicep, typically covered by his coat and so abiding by the EPA’s dress code.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

A usually quiet man, Coburn tends to sit back and let his surroundings do the talking; observant by nature, he takes every opportunity to analyse in his silence, a habit he picked up during the many boring days and nights spent observing the patrons of his parents’ store. His worldview is one that many would consider naïve – while he’s not necessarily optimistic, he believes in justice and the inherent goodness of people – that, if presented with a problem, they’d at least endeavour to do the right thing. He’ll speak openly of and defend his beliefs when he feels it’s necessary, remaining purposefully ignorant of the reality of agendas and self-preservation – and that stubbornness carries over into everything else. He’ll work on a case until it’s done, even when told to drop it. No hunch goes unfollowed. This will occasionally see him clashing with his superiors, as disobeying orders and sticking strongly to his beliefs tend not to mesh well with the bureaucracy of police work.

ANALYTICAL • NAIVE • OUTSPOKEN • STUBBORN

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn grew up hearing much of his family’s once great wealth. His name, Dad would tell him, was his only link to it, the one thing that he had left of the Coburn family’s prestige. Mum, on the other hand, would tell him that she was just a big fan of Ancient Greco-Roman history, and that his dad liked to hold onto a past better left in the mid-twenty first century – the days when great-great-grandad Tyrell Warren owned a multi-million pound cybernetics corporation whose greatest achievement was the big Bionic Materials Scandal of ’74, after which any wealth the Warren/Coburn clan held went by the way of bankruptcy. She’d explain that Dad felt bitter about being made to live in Europa’s ___th District when luxury had been within his family’s grasp just a few generations ago; running a cybernetics repair store was practically slave labour compared to running what could have been one of Terra’s leading corporations by now. And while Augustus wanted to relate to his father by mirroring his frustration, as kids do, he couldn’t really complain. He enjoyed working in the store, learning the ins and outs of different augmentations, and the colourful personalities that made up the district were an interesting (if dangerous) bunch. His childhood was a good one, made better not because his parents shielded him from hardship, but because it was always there, just another part of his life that he accepted and learned to live with.

His parents both passed away early into his adult years, his mother from heart failure, his father from… grief. Seeking purpose, Coburn drifted from job to job, never really finding anything that stuck. It was then that he found a “home” in a small apartment at the same district he grew up in, sharing rent with another drifter named Django Ellis. Eventually the drifting stopped, and Coburn found work with the Europa Policing Authority. Finding his calling, he worked hard to get to where he is, making detective after years of diligent labour on the beat. Partnered with Vincent DeSilvio, he’s been on the job for just over seven months now.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» Standard issue EPA handgun

» Standard issue EPA Taser; tends to short-circuit most cybernetics

» MELEE WEAPON GOES HERE

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» ARMOR GOES HERE - WRITTEN DESCRIPTION COMPULSORY - PICTURE IS OPTIONAL

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

While Coburn spent much of his time around augments as he grew up, he was never one to think about getting any. The cybernetics he does have were installed in order to make his job easier, and are all approved under the EPA’s by-laws.

» FIRST AUGMENTATION TYPE

Dataport/hacking augment, approved by EPA by-laws.

» SECOND AUGMENTATION TYPE

Evidence detecting system contained in a chip embedded at the base of Coburn’s neck. It tracks, points out and files away evidence into Coburn’s personal database via video, still images and audio, and manifests itself through an optical display projected over his retinas. It can also pick up on body language, helping inform Coburn whether someone’s lying, and is connected to the EPA’s EuroNet database, able to display information such as arrest records and send out an APB on the fly. It’s controlled via a small detachable wristpad.

» THIRD AUGMENTATION TYPE

DESCRIPTION THREE

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

NET WORTH GOES HERE

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Coburn has a roommate, Django Ellis. Loud, vulgar and very poor, he came to live with Coburn years ago, and is the closest thing he has to a friend.

» Thanks to the time he spent working with his parents at their store, Coburn came to know the many models, types and brands of cybernetics intimately, able to recognise many at a glance.