Korkoa

Amnesia in Space

A red light slowly woke him from a chemically-induced slumber. Flashing on and off, that ominous looking red light was the only thing that allowed him to see. He was in a pod of some kind, a window on the front of it.Opened up into some kind of larger room, it looked like. He pushed on the door. Nothing. He braced himself against the padded back of the cell, kicking the door with all his might. All he got for his efforts was a shooting pain in his legs. "Ow... So that doesn't work." He muttered to himself, placing both his hands against the window. He paused as he saw that his left hand wasn't his own, a fascimile made of wires and steel. It responded like his own though, and seemed to offer a bit of sensory input. Not that that helped him now, stuck in what might as well be a coffin. A thought bubbled up from his subconscious, that glass wouldn't break with any force he applied to it, it was no use trying to break it.

Sinking against the padded back wall, he sighed and lowered his head. "I'm gonna die here. I don't know where I am," He muttered, putting his head in his hands, "or what happened, or even who I am. And now I'm going to die. All because this stupid door won't just open!" And with that, he heard a click and a hiss at the same time he felt a surge of pressure in his temple. He looked up in amazement as the red light went out and the door hissed open. Only now, upon his moment of freedom did he notice the panel labeled 'emergency release'. "... I'm an idiot. But whatever I did worked." He muttered to himself, pushing out of the sleeping pod and into the low gravity of the ship. Now, outside of the red light he saw something on his visor. Reaching up to wipe it away, he paused when he realized it was blood. He didn't know how fresh, or where from... But it was blood. "Okay... Another problem." He said to himself, navigating the hallways. He passed by a sleeping computer terminal and felt the same pressure in his head again, a single message flashing before his eyes. LIFE SUPPORT FAILING. ATMO LOW. PLEASE PROCEED TO ESCAPE PODS. "Wait, what happened to atmo?" He asked himself, not bothering to wonder why that message had beamed itself to his brain.

He took off down the hall, the bridge would have more information. He didn't know where the bridge was, but his body somehow did. Navigating the corridors with relative ease, he soon arrived at the bridge, entering at the same time as a group of others, apparently. After the confusion of seeing other living people was set aside, the one with turquoise patches on her suit began to speak. “That's a problem for med bay. We need to get this can breathable. It's the only item on my bucket list right now.” Some part of him took offense to the use of the word 'can', but he brushed it off. "No kidding, we've got maybe a few hours before we all kick it. Engineering would probably be where life support is, I'd imagine. Anyone see it on their way here?"

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

Turn Back

Turn Back looked at the girl who'd stepped up next to him, holding back a bit of surprise. The crime lord's daughter was Black Rose? "It actually was getting hot under there, bandannas aren't the best for keeping cool." He paused, noticing a change in expression on the rich girls face as the fighting got louder and louder around them. He stood conflicted for a moment, whatever was going on wasn't any of his business, but... If they were to be a team, then it would be. He sighed inwardly and turned towards Melrose. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly, his eyes flashing towards Graffiti and the sparky guy. "You seem kind of put off suddenly. We can make this work, this team thing. It's just... Getting a bunch of people together used to working alone will have some rough patches, you know?"

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Turn Back

Turn Back stood silent for a moment, taking in the new information. He knew about Suiren of course, but othera? Umbra gathering an army? This was serious. He regocnized some of these faces, but could he trust them? What would happen if he trusted them, and they betrayed him?

What could happen if he didn't help?

Steeling his nerves, Turn Back stepped forward, raising his voice. He heard words of support from Raven Tale, but dissemt from others, and that was enough for him. "I don't think it comes down to what we want. This world, and humanity is for everyone, to defend, according to their ability. And us? Well, we have more ability, and more responsibility. We are not normal, folks! We can do more, be more, and why not? This is my city. If this is what it takes to protect it, why wouldn't I help?"

Turn Back looked at the gathered group and reached up to his face, grasping the bandanna covering his features and ripping it off. He tossed the offending cloth to the floor and stared at the gathered heroes. "Damn thing was getting hot anyway."

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Turn Back

Turn Back nodded at the answer to his question, more than satisfied with this turn of events. Turns out Ditch was a very attractive girl. If they were going to be teaming up with this group for awhile, that would certainly be a nice thing to have. The group seemed fairly split down gender lines, which would be interesting to say the least. He began to study some of the familiar faces in the room, looking at supers he recognized and turning his attention to those he didn't, when--

BOOM

A wall by the side of the stage exploded, sending debris flying everywhere! Turn Back had just enough time to see a chuck of brick heading for his face, his power instinctively activating. The flying brick hit his face and with a flash of purple energy, fell to the ground with a low thud, doing no damage. Dropping to a crouch, Turn Back stared at the stage, only to see Tank, another vigilante, stuck in the stage... He sighed and stood back up, starting to tune out the rest of the conversation as he dug into his pocket for one of the metal nuts he carried. He knew better than to use his body to store that energy, or even use it directly. His power wasn't super toughness, if he punched somebody with the force of a truck he'd end up shattering his own arm too. So he used tools. The staff for close range, nuts for mid range, though he hadn't found anything suitable for long range yet.

With another purple flash, the stored energy transferred to the nut, which began to pulse the same color slowly. Turn Back held out his arm to the side and dropped the nut, watching as it connected with the floor with a lout CRACK. He picked the tool back up, noting with a hidden smile the small crater it'd left in the floor as he put the piece of metal back in his pocket.

"Wait a minute." TB said, a few words from the conversation having made their wait into his head. "Minifridge? Gathering supers? Are... Are you putting together a team? A base of operations? A headquarters?"

Amnesia in Space

Name: Roka Zale

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Standing a good 6'4", Roka makes a rather imposing figure. He has a very solid build, and looks like he belongs standing outside a nightclub. He keeps his light brown hair pulled back into a short ponytail, and has a well-trimmed beard, hugging his jawline and arcing up into a moustache, though his chin is kept clean shaven; revealing a small scar on it. The only other major feature about Roka is the mechanical left arm that extends up to his elbow. His outfit is the standard fare aboard the ship, with purple patches on it.

Special Skills: Roka is a genius when it comes to technology, though his appearance suggests otherwise. If given physical access to a system, he can find a way to hack into it. His mechanical hand has several tools build into it to allow him to access machines and make basic repairs to things, as well as to couple himself to a computer. He has a biomechanical implant in his temple which allows him to remotely access any computer system he's familiar with, so long as he's within twenty feet of it. This allows him to 'meld' his mind with the computer for a time, running commands at the speed of thought, and being able to see into the system itself.

Profession: IT specialist/Science Officer.

History: Roka was born to be a mechanic. Literally; his father needed someone to take over the family business. From the time he could walk he was being taught how to work with machines, though it never interested him. He was more fascinated by the technology behind the machines, how the computers ran systems and knew what to do. Several years after his father officially hired him, he convinced his father to open up an IT division of the shop, which he began to run. He still helped out on the mechanical side of things, and one day while working on a particularly stubborn piece of tech he decided to try out the new Compu-Interface implant he'd bought. Becoming distracted by the unfamiliar sensations of merging his mind with a computer, he let his physical attention slip, not realizing his arm was inside the teeth of the machine before turning it on. He woke up weeks later in the hospital, his arm having been amputated after it was ripped to pieces by the computer-guided harvester.

After recovering from his injuries, and saving some money for a few years, he purchased the prosthetic arms he now has, interfaced with his mind to react as though it were a real arm, with some improvements. He began to build his reputation as a competent IT specialist, and was eventually offered a position on a ship, which he accepted gladly. Having never been off-world, he relished the opportunity, and made an agreement with his father that upon his return, he would take over the shop and settle down.

Personality: Roka is a very happy person, quick with a smile or a joke. He wants nothing more than to make people happy, and to see new and exciting things. He can sometimes be impulsive, but his experience with the harvester tempered that a bit. He wants to make new friends wherever he goes, and tends to have a lot of patience for people. However, if someone hurts one of his friends, Roka will hold a grudge towards that person for a very long time, becoming cold, ruthless, and calculating towards them.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

Turn Back

Jason Graves stared at his phone in surprise. Firstly, Ditch had contacted him. Secondly... Ditch knew who he was. He or she seemed to know everything about Jason. Third... Ditch wanted a meeting. Something was brewing, something even bigger than he'd suspected. Turn Back hadn't gone up against many superpowered villains, he mostly hunted muggers and thieves... But maybe this was his chance to make the world safer on a bigger scale...

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Turn Back pulled his bandanna up over his mouth, the black fabric blending in with the rest of his dark clothes. The vigilante was a few minutes late, but he refused to enter the abandoned building before making sure there wasn't an ambush waiting. He saw a few familiar faces enter the building, more vigilantes with some weight behind them. He followed behind a moment later, making sure his folding staff was clutched tightly in his hand. He threw the door open, confident that he wouldn't be walking into a trap. Unfortunately, it seemed he was late to the party. There was a woman on the stage, nobody he knew. Looking around he noticed close to half a dozen other vigilantes paying very close attention to her.

She was asking for question. Turn Back raised his hand and cleared his throat. "Um yes, sorry to be behind the curve, but I missed a big reveal here. Are you Ditch?"

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

@CloseEnough I never found a good place to introduce him, but this RP, with the 'off the wall' powers seems perfect!

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

This should be incredibly interesting, I'm looking forward to this!

Checking this out.

@Plank Sinatra Hey there! What, was it the name that gave it away? :P

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

@CloudyBlueDay 23, been playing games like this since I was about 14 or so. Jason started out as a slightly different character that I had planned to use in an RP that ended up dying, and so he's just been bouncing around in my head ever since.