Little Bill

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Dropping his salute, Lenny crunched his neck, twisting it back and forth. He had been standing at attention for quite some time, and formalities were the least of his specialties.
"Heh. He got straightened." He thought to himself, smiling lightly. This thought preoccupied him for a moment, before he focused on what the woman had said. Even through his own casual demeanor, one thought rang through his head.
"Your lives, for better or for worse, are behind you."
Lenny pondered on that for a moment, with memories of his life being replayed like an old tape. Sitting on his stoop with his older brother. His first baseball game. Watching the stars by the bridge. Friends from juvenile detention. All of those were parts of his life. And all of that was behind him now. It was an eerie feeling, and he shivered a bit.

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Awesome! That'll definitely help with his history. Otherwise, I'd say Lenny's done.

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@Famotill
I hate to bombard with hypothetical questions, but, do you think the BPAP would allow members with criminal records/give internships to rehabilitated former convicts? Inversely, would admitting a criminal past have them kicked out?

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Yay activity!
Gisk is right about the threshold, and Pathfinder about the momentum. I'll have to add a bit to that. Scarifar brings up a good point, so I'll take Lenny a few notches down from being totally bulletproof. Once the threshold is reached in terms of absorption, I imagine they'd be sorta like rubber bullets. Might not break his skin, but will definitely leave a nasty mark and take the wind out of him in the right spots.

Edit: Didn't mean to leave Avanhelsing outta the discussion. The similarities are coincidental, but I can see what you mean. I'll expand more on the concussive nature of whatever Lenny fires (Bolts/Missles/Waves/Blasts/What Have You). Otherwise, I don't think the electricity motifs will clash very much. Lenny is more of an energy sponge than Kyle, who sees more along the lines of an electric elemental. They'd probably work in tandem in combat, which would be cool.

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Lenny Listers

Alias
Leech

Secret ID
Leonard Listers

Nickname
Lenny

Age
17

Gender
Male

Nationality
American (Irish-Italian)

Physical Description
Lenny is a fairly muscular youth of average height, with ruddy ginger hair, and barely-tanned skin. His dull green eyes offer a small amount of variety in his red hair and pale skin, being the only other color aside from his many freckles. His hair is shortly cropped, framing the top of his pointy face. He usually dresses in simple clothes, with a wardrobe filled with hoodies, t-shirts, and jeans. He has inherited his father's eyebrows and jawline, but none of his muscular build or height. While he doesn't scowl, his face usually stays halfway between confusion and anger, and he's been described by others as "Looking mean". Although he doesn't diet or regularly excercise, he enjoys lifting weights.

General Personality
Lenny is, if nothing else, a confused teenager from the ghetto. He believes there is good and bad in the world, successes and failures, and that the world operates on a spectrum of black and white. Ultimately, he doesn't know where he falls on this spectrum. Although he genuinely hopes to make the world a better place by helping others, his oft-hidden past holds reminders that he is not a wholly good person. He comes from a tougher neighborhood and carries it perfectly in his mannerisms, up to his walk, speech, and tastes. While he can be rude and short-tempered, this is generally only a product of his upbringing. He tends to avoid starting conflict, but is quick to end it. He rarely mentions his past.

Sexual Orientation
Straight

Powers/Abilities

Active Energy Absorption

Lenny can absorb any type of energy through his palms, almost instantly. By grabbing a car, he can drain it of electric energy from its battery, kinetic energy from its movement, and thermal energy from the inner combustion. Bringing his hand into fire instantly puts it out, collecting the thermal energy. Grabbing hold of an engine removes electric energy, etc. Although electric, thermal, light, and kinetic energy are the only types he has ever actually absorbed, in theory, he can absorb nuclear energy.

Passive Energy Absorption

Lenny does not need to be touching a target to absorb its energy, but it is much faster when he is. Lenny can absorb energy in high doses without realising it, such as bullets fired at him not retaining enough kinetic energy to go through him, or absorbing the electricity from nearby cellphones in use. Lenny is technically constantly absorbing energy from the sun during the day as light energy, but this usually isn't enough to power anything exceptional.

Active Energy Expulsion

Energy that Lenny absorbs can be shot out from his palms, in the form of blasts or waves. The energy is a unique combination of whatever he has absorbed, taking the form of red concussive energy bolt that strikes targets in a physical manner, without burning or shocking them. He can charge these blasts, making them grow in size and strength, and increase in recoil. If Lenny charges a blast too much, the recoil can damage him. Although this power can technically be used to create walls, Lenny isn't tactful enough to have thought of that.

Passive Energy Expulsion

Lenny's stored energy can be released without firing his concussive blasts. Unlike his usual bright red bolts fired from his palms, this energy makes him glow red while it is active, and is emitted as a wave from his body. Considered more benign than his other powers, Lenny mainly uses this to charge batteries, fuel fires, and raise temperatures.

Weaknesses

Physical Attacks

While cars and trains retain enough kinetic energy to be absorbed and stopped, fists, swords, and other melee weapons do not. Lenny's energy absorption has a threshold of sorts, only allowing him to absorb the kinetic energy of fast moving objects. While he can absorb the kinetic energy of a bullet, the inherit threshold would still allow it to keep a great deal of momentum and act more as a rubber bullet. In addition, all of Lenny's experience fighting is with his energy blasts, and so he is ill-suited for hand to hand combat.

Environments

Lenny has never left the city, and has thus been surrounded by potential batteries his entire life. Being in a forest, cave, or any other natural environment would essentially take him away from all power sources but the sun. Lenny's absorption of thermal energy can easily be negated by putting him in a cold enough environment where he needs to use his energy to heat himself to keep from freezing, or an environment cold enough where nothing is hot enough to be absorbed. Lastly, Lenny's kinetic absorption is for naught without fast enough objects -- Nothing slower than a train or car can be absorbed.

Overcharge

Lenny's intake of energy is finite, as is his output. Absorbing too much energy at once (For example, putting a forest fire out by absorbing thermal energy all at once) puts immense strain on his body. If this energy is not immediately discharged, it will forcefully remove itself from his body. The amount of recoil from such an event would likely break both of his arms, or blow them off entirely. At greater amounts of energy, this would kill him. The same rule goes for his blasts -- Charging a shot too much would hurt him.

Fighting Style
Although not formally trained in any martial arts or techniques, Lenny frequently uses an avoid-and-evade strategy. He chooses to end most of his battles quickly, by avoiding his enemy while absorbing energy from potential sources, waiting for them to tire or fault, and then firing whatever he's absorbed. Fighting robotic enemies is usually much easier, as he only needs to make physical contact to drain them of their electricity.


Now did you see me, I killed a man
They all stayed down, but he chose to stand

Land of the Chained

Worked on the post a fair deal, only to find that the RP was ended 20 minutes before submitting it. The irony is almost Shakespearean. Anyway, sorry about the lateness, the cold kept me from that for most of my waking hours, although it seems to all be for naught. Best of luck otherwise.

Land of the Chained

"This will sting a fair deal."
As his patient sat on a wooden stool, Henry pressed a soaked rag into his shoulder. Flinching, the patient dug his teeth further into the leathery belt in his mouth. Henry slowly wiped his rag around the man's reddened shoulder, which was encrusted by a thin dark brown layer of dried blood. The man was nearly six and a half feet tall, with skin like boiled leather and tree-trunk arms that were nearly as big as Henry's waist. His face bore a contast scowl, with a beard that held a film of sweat, and eyes that had began to water. Although he groaned into his belt and his hands balled into fists, he remained unmoving. As Henry swabbed the man's infected wound, he spoke to him. Not of his wound, the treatment, or following procedures, but of the weather.

"Awful storm we had yesterday, hm? I heard it tore some of the shingles off of the church." He dunked his rag into a bucket of water, wrung it dry, and soaked it in alchohol once more. "The Dancing Horse's basement was flooded, and so Richard is selling the barrels down there for a third of the price." He continued to clean the wound, until it was suitably free of any scabs, and had been scrubbed raw. "I don't fancy myself a drinking man, so I've steered clear. I advise you do the same. Nothing good can come of drinking basement-water infected brandy. You'll be back here the same day you visit." He began to dab a yellowish paste from a bowl on to the man's shoulder, before wrapping it in gauze, and then wrapping all that he had done in bandages.

"There. Right as rain." Henry said cheerfully. The man stood up, rolling his shoulder around, adjusting to his bandages. Rubbing his shoulder, his scowl became a grin.
"Thanks, Doc. I sure owe you one." He reached into his pocket, handing Henry a dollar.
"Only doing my job. Do be careful the next time you fall off of a wagon. That was a terrible scrape, and waiting to see me only made it worse." Henry said. The man nodded like a scolded child, before shaking Henry's hand and stepping out of the office and into the dry afternoon that awaited him, eagerly advancing down the road to The Dancing Horse.

Henry briefly cleaned his hands up to his elbows, put away his instruments, and exited through the back door of his office. In his back room, he stored most of his supplies. It was a room about three times the size of his office, and three times more cluttered. There were crates lined up along the wall that were stacked to the ceiling, as well as spare stretchers, tubs of medical equipment, shelves of books, medical illustrations, chemistry sets, and any other imaginable tool that could be of use. The air was dusty and hot, and the room itself was dim and without windows. In the back of the supply room, there was a locked door. Henry had long since memorised the maze, and maneuvered about with surprising ease for a man witha cane. Reaching the back, he unlocked and opened the door. Naturally, this door led to another door. A trapdoor.

The third room of Henry's building was only slightly larger than a closet, or a very small cell. Inside, there was a torch on the wall, a crack along the ceiling, a rug on the floor, and a thick, wooden chest. Underneath the chest's oaken lid, there lay a revolver. Underneath the torch, there were a few darkened specks of blood from an encounter years ago that had been washed away. Underneath the rug, a trapdoor. And underneath the crack, stood Henry. He pulled the rug aside, opening the trapdoor. Before lowering himself down the ladder, he sparked the torch with flint and steel he had procured during his quick walk through his supply room, and began his descent. It was a short climb, only ten or twelve rungs stood between him and the sandy ground. He turned right, and began his walk through the earthy tunnel.

His was one of five tunnels to Harriet Tubman's bunker, and it was the one used the least. Used mostly to transport emergency patients from the bunker to his office, his tunnel was also the smallest -- Barely big enough for two men to walk abreast . The bunker itself served as the headquarters for The Railsplitters, and apart from Tubman's quarters, the meeting room, and the restroom, it held six rooms. Although mostly used for storing weapons, food, and plans, the bunker was a haven for The Railsplitters. One of these six rooms served as an infirmary, where Henry and two other doctors worked, almost as if in a makeshift hospital. While patients were far from rare, the infirmary was the least visited room -- The Confederacy seldom disabled or wounded their opponents. The Confederacy shot to kill.

Henry quickly advanced through the tunnel, gliding over the dirt, with the only sound being his cane tapping the soft earth below him. He was scheduled to meet another patient, who was a fellow Railsplitter. Although he had neglected to learn what he would be treating, it was likely only a visit for medicine or an evaluation. Anything more severe, and it was more likely that the patient would visit his actual practice, which was much more well-equipped. Making his way through three sets of locked doors, he found himself in the bunker. The headquarters of The Railsplitters.

Bustling with life as usual, workers hurried about in hushed voices. Although they were five meters from the surface, there was a strict "No Shouting" policy implemented. After all, one could never be too careful. Nodding to a few friends, Henry made his way through the room, entering the infirmary. There, he was greeted with the same sight as usual. Twelve cots, three cabinets, and an operating table. In the room sat two familiar faces. Francis, a Railsplitter who frequented the infirmary in the hopes of being treated with opium, and Doctor Jeremy, one of the two doctors who worked alongside Henry. Greeting them both, Henry stood by the entrance, waiting for his patient. It had been an uneventful day thus far, and Henry absentmindedly hoped it would change soon.

Fatal Souls: The Third Age

Hello all! I'm developing houses to use as NPC houses for the unclaimed lands to help get things rolling. If more people join, I figure that they can usurp those houses and take their lands, or something like that. Anyway, this is me apologizing for not getting on that fast enough. It's mostly lorebuilding, and trying to not make them exported versions of the Westerosi houses. What I came to ask is, if anyone wants their house included in NPC House Lore.
Otherwise, I look forward to this game of ours setting off in the near future!

Land of the Chained

I've had a headcold and have been buried under tissues and cans of sprite. I'll try and start my post tomorrow, with some development for the hide-out.

Land of the Chained

Too Old 4 This said
@DeadbeatWalking Nice work on the character, accepted. That Duncan's a sweetheart. A perfect rolemodel for Gentile youth XD. I do have one worry, though. An organization like the Railsplitters will be unlikely to risk an asset like a doctor on dangerous missions and I'm sure you don't want your character just staying behind all the time.

I thought of that, I figure he goes along on missions as part Field Medic/Combat Medic, and part Diplomat/Negotiator. In terms of tabletop, he's brought along as the cleric with a high charisma. Or he just goes along on his own accord.
Glad you like Duncan, as he's basically been created as a Bill the Butcher stand-in for an inevitable battle.