@Dead Cruiser I have a tendency to take something really broken and fix it by entirely forgetting they have certain powers. Simply put I balance it by limiting which ones they have at the time. likely I'd have them be actually very anti-humor or dark humor. when it comes to deadpool I could care less really. my favorite heroes tend to be the techies GA, iron man, arsenal. I have a soft spot for flash since that's my dads and he introduced me to them all of course. I think that's all fairly clear with isaac though. Meanwhile Jack is meant to be the cocky kind of fun guy trying to keep everyone's spirits high even in the worse times.
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my god I have just gotten the best idea for a superhero power set. He has the power of Cartoon logic! can walk off cliffs so long as he doesn't look down, stretch and distort his body somewhat, blow up his hand, plug guns with his fingers. damn that'd have been great.
Isaac looked over the library from a metal gangway in the rafters. The last bastion of human knowledge and culture. So much had been lost. Hundreds of historic site thousands of years old obliterated, museums and galleries desecrated by the war, and even the everyday culture of the world laid in ashes. He leaned on the railing his metal arm clanging against it. The device had raised him to rival some of the metas in the town, but Isaac swore it was his intelligence that let him keep up. That was his fear now that one day this knowledge would fade away leaving the normal people here with nothing left. He didn’t want to see humanity survive he wanted them to thrive.
Another set of footsteps came clanging down the gangway. Isaac looked to see technopath binary who also functioned out of the archives for the network in the citadel. Isaac stepped aside best he could sitting on the railing basically.
“It’d be nice if our infrastructure was as advanced as our technology right?” Isaac joked somewhat scorning their lack of resources, “A city run by superhumans and we can’t even get a solid source of concrete. At least the emergency rations are full, for as far as I’ve known, for the first time ever.”
“I think that’s the first positive thing you’ve said in weeks.” Binary remarked, “Also you’re going to be late to the meeting you scheduled.”
“Sorry hard finding a watch that fits on this thing” Isaac said tapping his metal arm.
The Citadel Intelligence Agency, or CIA, was an overseeing group for the archives. Isaac largely ran the group having devised the database that stored and connected all the information stored there. Binary held a very high position as well creating the network for access by the normal citizens. Mostly the other members were librarians and historians more or less a couple minor metahumans, a few magic users, and a number of humans. Lexicon was the head of the magical library a mage with a perfect memory able to retain and learn things near instantly, information like spell casting is near perfectly retained. Shame the man was in his late nineties and needed a wheelchair. Neil Fawkes was the other major player in the archive once a master criminal he used his superpowers to burgle the biggest museums of the world. Now he was kept as the “recovery expert” able to get of rare works as well as restore them.
The major members were all gathered up in Isaac’s office. A simple room with only a cot, a computer, and a desk with papers and pencils. Neil and Lexicon were sitting there with a deck of cards and book respectively.
“Sorry this is on short notice, but that’s what Pariah gave me, and I don’t like going to those meetings without hearing from you guys. I’m not sure what the topic will be today, but anything you guys need to tell Pariah?”
Everyone exchanged looks and considered.
“Besides the energy problems? We do drain tons of energy for all the machines we have here. Without a new source they may start cutting us back.” Binary admitted drumming her fingers against the wall nervously.
“Yes yes. We’ve all been over this. The scavenger groups know to report that kind of stuff. I’m assuming your alchemists haven’t gotten anywhere Lexicon.” Isaac huffed sitting at his desk
“No. Simply not enough materials to try and create an new fuel source. We can’t just turn dirt into uranium.” The old man said closing his book.
“I sometimes wish it was that easy though. Keep them working on it though. We still don’t know enough about how all this works. You of all people know how hard it is to get our hands on new arcane knowledge. Neil heard anything from your contacts?” Isaac looked over at the lean man on the floor.
“No. Nothing smuggled into the city that could help. Not sure we can fit a new generator in under someone’s hat anyways.” Neil said not looking up from his solitaire.
“Just remember I only keep your methods protected because you get results.” Isaac glared, “We’re doing what must be done to survive. To preserve what’s left of humanity. Now we’re in agreement then that making sure there is power for the archive is our first priority now. correct?”
Everyone nodded.
“Alright second and last point. I’ve been looking at getting a real workshop up and running here. Something to teach more advanced engineering to people. We need more people putting this information to use. The database has been working hard to put together everything we’ve collected, but it can’t actually make anything we’ve theorized yet. Yes we won’t have the resources needed immediately, but I think within six months we could actually be in production of new advanced tech for the citadel. Thoughts?”
“I certainly wouldn’t mind some more useful things.” Neil remarked, “Even with powers that wasteland is a nightmare. It’d also give the archive more leverage to keep a focus here.”
“I’m not certain on your date, but it may be possible. I’d like to think on it still.” Binary said only somewhat confident.
“Not really my field. So long as this won’t interupt me and my novice’s studies carry on.” Lexicon waved the topic aside.
“Alright thank you. I’ll be keeping it all in mind. I need to get going through Pariah’s meeting it shortly.” Isaac concluded before heading out.
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“Hold on there.” Said a man raising a metal hand before the convoy, “You don’t plan on just ripping those panels off the roof do you? I’m coming with to make sure you don’t screw up everything.”
Isaac climbed up into the back of one of the trucks spotting a frequent source of good stories, Hayden Zhang. Isaac had interviewed the man multiple times for stories to add to the archive. The man was intelligent if not a bit full of himself.
“Well well, finally run out of stories and going to get some more?” Isaac asked sitting down near the older metahuman.
Waiting for a reply Isaac started to check his arm. He adjusted the machinery to calibrate the arm cannon, checked the grappling cable, and then extended out the silvered blade.
“Heh. Lovely piece of tech isn’t it. Nothing beats the classic elegance of a sword.” Isaac said admiring the blade.
“I don’t know. I think a Colt always has it’s high points.” said a smooth young man.
Another man climbed up into the truck. Dressed in a duster and cowboy hat there was no mistaking it this was Jack Wright, Reaper. He sat down smirking to all the other guys.
“So anyone who wants to follow the nutbag with a sword is free to anyone who’s sane enough to fight at long range can be with me. What you doing out here anyway Isaac?”
“The cargo we’re going for is solar panels I don’t want anyone ruining them. I’m the best engineer there is, and the power problem concerns me a lot.”
“Ah that’d do it.” Jack nodded it all making sense now, “Ya do love your electronic garbage.”
Another set of footsteps came clanging down the gangway. Isaac looked to see technopath binary who also functioned out of the archives for the network in the citadel. Isaac stepped aside best he could sitting on the railing basically.
“It’d be nice if our infrastructure was as advanced as our technology right?” Isaac joked somewhat scorning their lack of resources, “A city run by superhumans and we can’t even get a solid source of concrete. At least the emergency rations are full, for as far as I’ve known, for the first time ever.”
“I think that’s the first positive thing you’ve said in weeks.” Binary remarked, “Also you’re going to be late to the meeting you scheduled.”
“Sorry hard finding a watch that fits on this thing” Isaac said tapping his metal arm.
The Citadel Intelligence Agency, or CIA, was an overseeing group for the archives. Isaac largely ran the group having devised the database that stored and connected all the information stored there. Binary held a very high position as well creating the network for access by the normal citizens. Mostly the other members were librarians and historians more or less a couple minor metahumans, a few magic users, and a number of humans. Lexicon was the head of the magical library a mage with a perfect memory able to retain and learn things near instantly, information like spell casting is near perfectly retained. Shame the man was in his late nineties and needed a wheelchair. Neil Fawkes was the other major player in the archive once a master criminal he used his superpowers to burgle the biggest museums of the world. Now he was kept as the “recovery expert” able to get of rare works as well as restore them.
The major members were all gathered up in Isaac’s office. A simple room with only a cot, a computer, and a desk with papers and pencils. Neil and Lexicon were sitting there with a deck of cards and book respectively.
“Sorry this is on short notice, but that’s what Pariah gave me, and I don’t like going to those meetings without hearing from you guys. I’m not sure what the topic will be today, but anything you guys need to tell Pariah?”
Everyone exchanged looks and considered.
“Besides the energy problems? We do drain tons of energy for all the machines we have here. Without a new source they may start cutting us back.” Binary admitted drumming her fingers against the wall nervously.
“Yes yes. We’ve all been over this. The scavenger groups know to report that kind of stuff. I’m assuming your alchemists haven’t gotten anywhere Lexicon.” Isaac huffed sitting at his desk
“No. Simply not enough materials to try and create an new fuel source. We can’t just turn dirt into uranium.” The old man said closing his book.
“I sometimes wish it was that easy though. Keep them working on it though. We still don’t know enough about how all this works. You of all people know how hard it is to get our hands on new arcane knowledge. Neil heard anything from your contacts?” Isaac looked over at the lean man on the floor.
“No. Nothing smuggled into the city that could help. Not sure we can fit a new generator in under someone’s hat anyways.” Neil said not looking up from his solitaire.
“Just remember I only keep your methods protected because you get results.” Isaac glared, “We’re doing what must be done to survive. To preserve what’s left of humanity. Now we’re in agreement then that making sure there is power for the archive is our first priority now. correct?”
Everyone nodded.
“Alright second and last point. I’ve been looking at getting a real workshop up and running here. Something to teach more advanced engineering to people. We need more people putting this information to use. The database has been working hard to put together everything we’ve collected, but it can’t actually make anything we’ve theorized yet. Yes we won’t have the resources needed immediately, but I think within six months we could actually be in production of new advanced tech for the citadel. Thoughts?”
“I certainly wouldn’t mind some more useful things.” Neil remarked, “Even with powers that wasteland is a nightmare. It’d also give the archive more leverage to keep a focus here.”
“I’m not certain on your date, but it may be possible. I’d like to think on it still.” Binary said only somewhat confident.
“Not really my field. So long as this won’t interupt me and my novice’s studies carry on.” Lexicon waved the topic aside.
“Alright thank you. I’ll be keeping it all in mind. I need to get going through Pariah’s meeting it shortly.” Isaac concluded before heading out.
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“Hold on there.” Said a man raising a metal hand before the convoy, “You don’t plan on just ripping those panels off the roof do you? I’m coming with to make sure you don’t screw up everything.”
Isaac climbed up into the back of one of the trucks spotting a frequent source of good stories, Hayden Zhang. Isaac had interviewed the man multiple times for stories to add to the archive. The man was intelligent if not a bit full of himself.
“Well well, finally run out of stories and going to get some more?” Isaac asked sitting down near the older metahuman.
Waiting for a reply Isaac started to check his arm. He adjusted the machinery to calibrate the arm cannon, checked the grappling cable, and then extended out the silvered blade.
“Heh. Lovely piece of tech isn’t it. Nothing beats the classic elegance of a sword.” Isaac said admiring the blade.
“I don’t know. I think a Colt always has it’s high points.” said a smooth young man.
Another man climbed up into the truck. Dressed in a duster and cowboy hat there was no mistaking it this was Jack Wright, Reaper. He sat down smirking to all the other guys.
“So anyone who wants to follow the nutbag with a sword is free to anyone who’s sane enough to fight at long range can be with me. What you doing out here anyway Isaac?”
“The cargo we’re going for is solar panels I don’t want anyone ruining them. I’m the best engineer there is, and the power problem concerns me a lot.”
“Ah that’d do it.” Jack nodded it all making sense now, “Ya do love your electronic garbage.”
Jack Wright
Reaper
“Death is both mercy and torment. Which can I provide to you?”
Age: 28
Gender: male
Place of Birth: Castile, New York
Occupation: medic (field medic level), and designated scavenger.
Race: Human
Appearance:
Jack is about six foot even, and lean but built. He has rich brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. He's usually considered more handsome than most guys, and he clearly likes being paid attention to for it. He has a perfect cocky yet charming smirk that fits him perfectly.
Powers: supernatural. Jack Wright is a necromancer of sorts. He doesn't raise the dead, but he has a whole slew of magic that draws from death's arts.
Death's Wings: Jack's favorite skill is a short ranged blink teleport. He can use it once every minute, or need be faster at the cost of life aura his or someone else's.
Silent but deadly: His next is invisibility. After a few seconds of concentrating jack vanishes. If he remains still it can last about half an hour to an hour if his concentration is perfect. Moving slow 20 min, Walking normal 10, sprinting 1.
Cold touch of death: Jack has access to the chill of death and can do basic cryokinesis. Little ice shivs, chill people, little things like that.
Reap: Jack's final skill is to drain life. By placing both hands directly on someone and holding them for five minutes he can drain their soul. This energy can do two things either jack heals himself and provides sustenance, or he can trap it in a totem. The trapped souls can be used later to empower his skills, or later healing.
The empowered skills are:
Unlimited blink for one minute for one soul
Double length of invisibility for one soul
Larger ice constructs varies
More control over ice for 5 min for one soul (can propel it through the air, lower temp in a large area, that level)
With more souls he could do astounding things, but he had placed his own moral limits.
Skills: Jack is a medic for the army, so he has all the medical skills needed to treat injuries and some surgeries, but not diseases really. He vaguely remembers things from classes on treating common illnesses, but not many.
Jack is a fully trained Sgt from the military. He is strong, fast, and tactical for it.
Equipment/Resources: Jack is a big fan of old school revolvers and rifles. He carries two Colt peacemaker revolvers and a Mossberg tactical lever action rifle, but has a Winchester on his mantle. This doesn't mean he can't use other guns he just really likes his lever action and revolvers.
Jack wears his military armor, but just normal clothes under them. He has a leather cowboy hat that he does not go out without. He also has a tattered and holey duster that he still wears. Occasionally he wears a pair of goggles for the extra eye protection.
Jack has a couple belt pouches and such with misc supplies. Trail mix, water, stuff like that. Necessities really.
Jack's totem is an small wood carving. He made it himself based on a recurring dream.
Weaknesses: Jack walks a constant moral line knowing he could be super powerful, but at what cost? His reaping of souls makes him feel powerful, and also somewhat like a drug high. He's fought the addiction and won, but he can't let his will lapse.
Jack's moral code let's him only reap those who deserve a fate worse than death. He has on occasions met those people a ripped their souls out leaving the shell to rot.
Jack has death on his side, but he can die like all the rest. His healing factor is strong, but needs a soul to work, and he rarely ever has one to use.
If jack uses his skills too much he begins to tear at his own soul. He has to limit his power use or be ready for the agony of his own soul being torn out.
Jack is human in all other ways.
Psychological Profile:Jack has always been someone torn between lives. A once proud american who saw the nation’s dark underside, and a hero with dark powers. Jack over all is compassionate and a real man of the people. He’s no stranger to manual labor and need be will work all day in the farms right alongside everyone else. Normally he instead is needed for his medical training. Jack has learned a lot about people from medicine and not just physically. He’s learned how to calm down an injured person how to help with the psychological damage that comes with injury. He’s been noted as staying up all night with those who have come down with something that cannot be cured. Most people don’t have a family left, and no one wants to die alone.
This has lead to some questioning Jack. His ability to Reap souls has been known for a while, and that in combination with tending to the dying has some dangerous implications. Jack has never taken the soul of an innocent person even from people who did something against him because they needed to. Only the truly evil deserve that pain.
On the other hand Jack very much lives up to his name. When he finds those who deserve it he is the reaper. Rarely has he come across those that are truly evil those who: know what they do, know it is evil, and want to continue. Those that are driven by these corrupt desires meet the agony of the Reaper.
Jack is always in constant battle with fully indulging in his powers. If he took more souls he knows he could be unstoppable he could cleanse the wasteland. At the same time he knows to do so would prove he was more evil than any soul he ever took.
Biography: Jack was born into a good old fashioned family of farmers. Child six, boy four. He was raised strong from farm work, but he didn't turn out as just a country hick. He went to school and did well gaining an interest in medicine alongside a want to join the military. He wanted to save lives and make those who did wrong pay. He was so sheltered to it all a boy in a red white and blue blindfold.
He pushed through training and was deployed to the real bloody world. Here he was really shaped. Everything went from black and white to gray and red. He learned that everything is relative that his perfect home wasn’t so perfect that our foes were human too, and not always wrong.
six years into his military career Jack was doing well as it turns out honor isn’t entirely lost on the battlefield and his actions and bravery had gotten him promoted up to Sgt. It was also around this time that his powers manifest. Plagued by black dreams Jack found himself connecting to the aura of death: plants sometimes withered under his feet, animals were terrified of him, and other occurrences began. Weeks into this Jack’s dream became more vivid as he was able to make out a recurring totem in them. The powers came under control soon after.
Jack hid his powers not sure whether he was capable of controlling them. He could feel the cold chill of death in them. He knew there was something dark to them, but at the same time he craved that power. This could change the battlefield this could change the world. When other superhumans were confirmed he knew it was time.
There had been a lieutenant on the base who took POWs and then abused them in horrifying ways before executing them. Command had no proof of this, but everyone knew they all had heard it, but no matter what the lieutenant had control and never left any trace. As a lower ranking officer most people who had witness reports were too minor to impact the case either. Jack decided this was where things needed to start. Jack used his powers to follow the lieutenant to the prison and not only get proof in the form of film, but also confront him directly. The two brawled but Jack’s new powers put him on top as he blinked around and chilled the cruel lieutenant. Jack grappled with his foe and began to tear at the blackened soul of the man. He tore the life force right out of him leaving an empty shell to rot. The camera also recorded Jack’s fight and his powers. With no way to edit it Jack decided it was best to submit it all to the brass. With this he was sent to F.O.R.G.E. the new R&D site in Washington.
Jack was still a soldier and held his position but now was subject to tests and exams at least until they realized jack had nothing different physically than a human. He simply had formed an ethereal connection to the energy associated with death. He could channel it, but nothing had actually changed. He was kept in reserve on F.O.R.G.E. until the world started going down. He remained on base part of a back up plan. Jack knew that these wars were going to have hundreds of souls, and likely more than a few hundred corrupted enough Jack would be willing to reap them. Need be he could ascend all his powers to end this war. The chance never came though everything collapsed too fast for a viable plan to be put together. Jack couldn’t do much but defend the base until the end. After it was all over Jack headed south with a band of soldiers for the city of angels. In the end only he and another man, Isaac Hecht, a scientist from the site and now his only friend made it there.
Today Jack does what he can to preserve the lives of the people in the citadel. On one hand he is the caring doctor who even if he can’t save you will stay with you to the end so you won’t be alone. On the other he is the Reaper, a force ready to purge the corruption of this world.
@AthinarWell Isaac's is a great variety of music (admittedly based on my phone). I have swedish rock to american blues to jpop to 90s rock to modern parody music. Probably have a few of them, but the concept is pretty wonderful.
"When I die put my phone in the museum."
"When I die put my phone in the museum."
Personally I have this funny idea about them having a music section in the archive since music needed to be preserved as well, and it's just like three ipods and a phone with people's music on it. One of which would be Isaac's and man the collection for him is great.
Re-posting character submission.
@gaudicertainly not offended to each their own. I just was stating my views on over powered characters. I mean Jack is pushing boundaries for me even since his power can be increased infinitely by absorbing souls, but I'm sticking VERY heavily to that moral code with him.
But I mean I stared RP when I was like twelve and back then I didn't know about balance or mary sues, and my first character was literally the son of hades and the most OP mary sue of all time. As I wrote him more I constantly was cutting him back making him a better character, but even now his ultimate strengths let him raise armies of the dead and he's still the best mortal archer alive beating out children of Apollo the god of archery, because that adds some flavor. he's not normal he's weird and has traits that probably shouldn't fit together but like real people they do. It's like how I love some really good heavy metal, but my favorite song ever is Jason Mraz "Remedy".
If anything I hope this RP proves that these characters are less powerful than we think. Really put us into that mindset of superhumans who are suddenly scraping by.
But I mean I stared RP when I was like twelve and back then I didn't know about balance or mary sues, and my first character was literally the son of hades and the most OP mary sue of all time. As I wrote him more I constantly was cutting him back making him a better character, but even now his ultimate strengths let him raise armies of the dead and he's still the best mortal archer alive beating out children of Apollo the god of archery, because that adds some flavor. he's not normal he's weird and has traits that probably shouldn't fit together but like real people they do. It's like how I love some really good heavy metal, but my favorite song ever is Jason Mraz "Remedy".
If anything I hope this RP proves that these characters are less powerful than we think. Really put us into that mindset of superhumans who are suddenly scraping by.
@gaudiSorry. I tend to write form the perspective of:
I can write the biggest best strongest protagonist ever, but the bad guys can always be bigger than that. I do hope we hit that point that these guys seem strong now, but are still struggling to handle the wasteland still.
I can write the biggest best strongest protagonist ever, but the bad guys can always be bigger than that. I do hope we hit that point that these guys seem strong now, but are still struggling to handle the wasteland still.
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