January

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Updated deadline with 24-hour extension by request.

Any further delays, let me know.

Yay, extensions!

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Anyone who would like more time for their collab posts, let me know.

I am not against extending the deadline for the next IC update if a large portion of my active players are still working on posts--I would hate to interrupt anything great you guys have planned, after all, so just poke me here or in Discord if you'd like more time overall and how much more time you think you would need.

The timer is more of a "when I would like to have an IC update posted/activity check of sorts," but I'm not so cruel as to force players who are clearly actively writing and collaborating to meet that time limit when a lot of scheduling issues are out of your control.

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@Holy Grail

I suggest finding your original image and uploading it elsewhere. Looks like your source that you hotlinked from changed the image. Yours wasn't one I resized and reuploaded, so I'm not too sure what happened.

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@ERode

Brent Roless - Arbiter - Overclock

ℕ 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖

Brent Roless

𝔸 𝕘 𝕖

18

ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥

5’7

𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥

77 kg

𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 :

Brent does, indeed, lift. He also never skips out on leg day. And while his face is rather average, the intensity of his amethyst eyes is breath-taking. There is a sensation of restlessness that trails him constantly, the muscles in his body constantly taut, his eyes flickering about everywhere. His dark brown hair is similarly restless, a tangled mess that Brent habitually, futilely, finger combs. Sometimes, heavy shadows linger under his eyes. Other times, his skin is a little too pale, especially for someone who hates being cooped up all the time. But no matter what, there will always be a smile.

And though the intensity of his amethyst eyes is breath-taking, his smile melts all that pressure away.

ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 :

Brent is a well-adjusted member of society.

An energetic go-getter, he believes that hard work is an investment in one’s self, and that every wasted moment of your life is a deficit. Relaxing has its benefits, of course, and Brent has googled up enough knowledge from online fitness trainers to know that rest days were important for his body as well…but studying doesn’t require his entire body. He’s not someone who wishes to sculpt his body, nor is he seeking to win any upcoming competition. Instead, Brent pushes himself every single day because he wants to be ready for when he would want those things.

As of the present, however, his hard working attitude contrasts his lack of passion for anything in particular. He doesn’t love or hate, only like or dislike, and his smiles come so easily that, no matter how lovely or relaxing they are, to him, it’s just an involuntary facial twitch at this point. He’s not faking it. It just comes naturally. So…is he happy or content or satisfied constantly? Brent’s not too sure about that. He learns hard and works hard so he doesn’t have to think hard.

Not that he’s running away from repressed emotions or anything silly like that, of course. Running away isn’t cool. Losing fights isn’t cool. The only cool thing that exists is winning, and the only way you win is if you’re remembered for doing something badass. Getting first place in a competition? Winning. Getting second place in a competition? Losing. Protecting someone from falling debris at his own cost? Winning. Watching as a flowerpot falls on someone else’s head? Losing. If he can think about it in simple terms, Brent can do anything he needs to do.

And if he wants to be remembered, the least he can do is smile and greet and trade a few words with everyone he meets, regardless of whether or not they’re a regular, Aberration, or Arbiter. Perhaps it’s naïve, but Brent believes that if he does it enough times, he’ll be on friendly terms with them. Or, if they’re the grungy type that absolutely detests human interaction, at least he’d have annoyed them enough on a daily basis that they’d dislike him.

Brent is a well-adjusted member of society nobody.

ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 :

It was just a dream. But it was from dreams that the Dreamcatcher imparted powers, and when Brent woke up, there was no hesitation. His parents were at work. He didn't have classes. And he didn't want to die. Instinct told him what his power was, and his power would not save him from a bullet to the brain. So he left for the closest police station, before someone else could see him and call him a 'subnatural freak escaping the authorities'.

He didn't make it far, not when a pleasant lavender scent reached his nose and his limbs became someone else's. Not when he fell over, those twitching limbs becoming as hard as wood.

But, if nothing else, his chances were better than everyone else's.

They found him as still as a corpse in the middle of the street, the half-disintegrated remains of a white cough mask beside his face. On his face was a white smear. All around him were other humans, a black poison coursing through their veins as they spasmed horribly, ranting off strings of painful gibberish.

A gas attack by Perfume, and he survived without even a proper mask.

It took him three days to recover.

It took him two minutes to justify his continued existence afterwards.

And it took a week after that for the excitement of the adults to turn into disappointment.

For his power, despite making impossible technological improvements upon pre-existing objects, could not be copied. It used materials that did not exist. Applied programs that could not be deciphered. Obeyed a whole other set of principles than human technology. No matter how much effort was expended, nothing could be gleaned within a five minute timeframe from the futuristic mutations he reassembled objects into.

It’s almost as if it was from another world.

But the dream was still there. The hope was still there. And, unlike other subnaturals who could apply their abilities on a magical whim, Brent was both a well-adjusted member of society and required other objects to make use of his powers.

If he could develop his abilities, perhaps they would be able to reverse-engineer all the technologies he could drag out from another world.

If they could do that, perhaps they wouldn’t need the assistance of subnaturals anymore when Bahamut claimed the skies and Jormungand devoured the seas.

And if they could do all that, wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing?

Two days after it was confirmed that the current state of his powers couldn't produce anything that could be feasibly reproduced, Brent was sent off to USARILN East, to be guided under the watchful gaze of the ever-lovely Director Zhang.

𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 :

Overclock
The power to magically improve inanimate objects with science, this paradoxical power allows Brent to improve the functionality of anything for a maximum of five minutes, with the power becoming more effective and more energy-consuming the more complex the object originally is. Overclocking a rock would just yield a more durable rock, perhaps transmuted into a different material, but Overclocking a gun would improve it more noticeably, changing the very form of the gun. Furthermore, he can Overclock objects multiple times, refreshing the time limit and increasing the improvements in exchange for increasing the possibility of the object simply exploding or rusting away from developing too much.

Unfortunately, Brent can not decide what upgrade he gets specifically, only determine a general direction for technology to progress. A sword, for example, can be Overclocked to improve its cutting power, but whether or not it gains a monomolecular edge or becomes a lightsaber is completely up to chance. Size limitation so far is that of a twin-sized bed. Suits him just fine, cause future-motorcycles are badass motherfuckers.

When invoking his ability, silver circuitry flows from his arms into whatever he’s holding, engraving the entire object in glowing silver lines before expanding to cover the entire object. Air is displaced as the object is disassembled, then reassembled into a new form. The white light fades, revealing a new object, with ‘N0 NAME’ emblazoned on its side. Further Overclocks cause a hot wind to encircle the object, as it creaks and screeches, bending its shape in order to evolve once more.

𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 :

He stood above the dark world, and brought light.

A single candle flickered. Then another. And another another another, until the earth was a tapestry of color. And from that tapestry rose great spires, self-sustaining metropolises growing like grass, cleansing instead of destroying the world with their presence. From those great cities flew island-sized arks, spaceships flying past him as humanity sought other worlds, the spirit of adventure finally dawning upon them now that they could rend space and time with their own strength.

He reached out with an open hand, covering the world.

A soft warmth met his grasp, slender, strong fingers connecting with his own.

ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 :

The flesh melted and the bones crumbled as he fell, plummeting, intoxicated.

He sank into the soft, dark earth, drinking in the comfort of nothingness, as others rose from that abyss. No need to hide. His companions had no eyes. No need to speak. His companions could not scream. No need to listen. His companions did not think. No need to pretend. His companions were himself. He reminded the world of what was sacrificed. He brought back what was discarded. He recorded what was forgotten. And, as he touched every one of them, he made them better than they were when they were alive.

Deathless, they marched, and, in a silent, black world, he could finally be at peace.

But the warmth lingered.

The warmth that was the poison that let his heart beat.

𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 :

Arbiter

𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 :

xxx

𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖 𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 :

"It's better to smile, right?"

"Don't worry. I'm not mad or anything."

"I...won't lose. Overclock, OVERDRIVE!"

Accepted. Fixed the hider name and cropped/resized the image.

I'll PM/DM you about how you're going to start out.

Brent's CS Code

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Ahahaha.

I did not screw up the timer. No. Not at all.

Whoops.

Set it for 0000 Saturday my time instead of 0000 Sunday.

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@ERode

When you're done editing the CS, let me know either here or in Discord.

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@Gisk

No problem. As with Kyrisse, let me know of any delays.

If you need a summary to help catch up, I can also provide that.

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@Kyrisse

No problem. Any delays come up, just let me know.

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Because you guys loved the last one so much:

Teehee.

Same things apply. Get all your posts in and we can move on early.

Any delays, let me know and we can wait a bit longer/you can opt out of the coming event. I'll give everyone another free day or two to torment each other IC if there are any severe delays where someone really wants their post in, but is just having issues getting it all together.

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@tdumia

Rejected.

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Reason 1:

Additionally, while it isn't visible in this image, random portions of her skin are cool, smooth, steely metal as opposed to soft, pliable skin. These metallic sections of her are magnetic, negatively charged, in both the sense that she sticks to other magnets and that other magnets stick to her.

tdumia

I did not clear this in writing up your Arbiter/Aberration descriptions. Neither did you check with me if this was cleared.

Communication check: failed.

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Reason 2:

The bond between Lena and said friend was put to the test when, as a response to a dire situation that put her friend in danger, she generated an electrical barrier around her friend on the fly, to protect her; the moment after she used her powers then, various patches of her skin disappeared, replaced by metal in an instant, and she would learn of her own light magnetism later on. She hadn't even known she had the ability to do that until that fateful day... It was as though she blinked her eyes; one day, her parents vaguely knew of her abilities, and she was "enrolled" at USARILN East the next.

tdumia

Waking up as an Arbiter/Aberration is not something that just sits well with the general public. In fact, most people would panic at the sight of one unrestrained. For Lena to have developed powers (and the obvious mark) already and still be able to stroll around with her friend for a while is a detail I would have needed to check over first if you wanted some method of circumventing the basic setting. And this was not brought up with me despite my mention that questions should be brought up in the group PM with me and the co-GMs.

Communication and detail check: failed.

I'm aware of the potential counterarguments here:

"Could have been using makeup to hide the mark."

"Saving her friend could have happened immediately after waking and learning of her abilities."

"Easy to just edit the CS and fix the error, what's the big deal?"

To all of these, see reason 3 below.

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Reason 3:

In PMs, I asked you the following:

2. Did powers in humans exist before The Slumber or only afterwards?

January

You did not answer this correctly.

Prior detail check: failed.

Individually, the incidents are not major, but combined I am inclined to think there is a pattern of subtle carelessness here that I am not a good and patient enough person to work with.

Am I potentially judging you too harshly? Sure. In fact, I most certainly am.

But I'd rather take the chance that I'm wrong about my judgment and save myself, my co-GMs, and my players the trouble than run the gamut and risk this carelessness manifesting at less-than-convenient moments.

In any case, I apologize for the effort you went through. I don't think it's a total loss since the character can be appropriated for any future RPs you choose to join, but I, unfortunately, will not be accepting you into this one.

I sincerely thank you for your time.

✮ Stardust Memory ✮

@Leslie Hall

I think if everything's overwhelming, you should have your break in peace--meaning no worries about the RP, including potentially lengthy answers to difficult questions (that would amount to the length of an IC post, haha).

I'd say take the hiatus you need in peace, otherwise you'd still be under the umbrella of "worrying about keeping people waiting on replies," just this time you'd be worrying about replies to questions.

My two cents.