Lugubrious

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

There we are--Faust has arrived. Whoever wants to interact with him may do so freely.

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

Faust

Location: Sartre Penitentiary >> inside Sentinel HQ
Interaction: @smarty0114

”Listen, mon amie. As far as I’m concerned, this person is a felon just the same as any other. No matter what men call him or what feats of his they whisper about, handcuffs still work, batons still hurt, and bullets still kill. I am not afraid. Pssh! You Americans and your horror stories.”

Julian Rowland, deputy of the Paris police force, punctuated his disdain with a dismissive wave of his hand as he continued forward. The American soldier walking to his right said nothing, though he anticipated Deputy Rowland’s claims falling flat in short order. Behind the two strode the warden of Sartre Penitentiary, her hands held officiously behind her back. Down the cell-lined corridor they strode, moving with practiced speed and efficiency to the maximum-security holding cells of this facility. The inmates to either side made no noise, their silence due to the knowledge that any rowdiness would be ignored if not punished, or perhaps to the oppressively bland gray color scheme that dominated the whole area. In no time at all Rowland and the American reached the door at the end of the dreary hall, and after the deputy underwent a retinal scan to confirm his identity he stepped through the aperture to the place many criminals referred to in hushed tones as the Abyss—a place of yawning dark, the realm of the madmen unfit for reintroduction to the real world, ever.

A brief saunter through the black-painted hall brought the two to the main chamber. The circular room was bare except for two things: a ring of guards against the room’s walls, and a dias in the center upon which kneeled the person of interest. Rowland’s eyes narrowed. “This is the class-six prisoner brought in yesterday evening? It’s not a person at all. It’s a robot. What’s a robot done to warrant all this?”

The machine perked up at the word, slowly bringing itself upright, where before its face had been pressed against the floor. It could not move at any rate but sluggishly thanks to the enormous chains that restrained it, connecting the robot to floor, wall, and ceiling. Evidently, it could be contained in such a barbaric and extravagant manner because it required no food, drink, or sleep. ” I dare do all that may become a man; who dares do more is none. Good morning, officer Rowland. Whither do we wander?”

Scowling, Rowland gave a nod to the warden, who called the guards to attention. Several broke out of formation, producing keys from their pockets, and one after another the great chains fell. Before the first hit the ground every available guard was looking down the iron sights of a shotgun at the machine. One moved forward, cautious and vigilant, and undid the harness on the prisoner itself. Immediately the robot floated into the air, silent and ominous as a specter, and it clasped its hand together. “Très bien, les hommes,” the deputy called, and guards fell into formation around the prisoner. None of them failed to notice the straightjacket-esque device on its back. According to rumor, the machine had tentacles on its back, each with a fanged maw, and only this restraint prevented their bloody rampage. “Let’s move.”

Thirty minutes later the armored van squealed to a stop in front of a special building. Two SUVs pulled up alongside. This trio of vehicles came not far behind another, more heavily-armed convoy, which departed only moments before. No doubt in preparation for the coming and going of such important vehicles, the street in front of the Sentinel HQ had been shut down to ordinary civilians. The guards disembarked first, and with four of them in position Rowland opened the van’s back door. Out into the glare of daylight the unnerving prisoner hovered. After a moment the guards began to move forward, but the machine did not follow. The police deputy narrowed his eyes. He barked, “What is the problem? Move or we make you move.”

Even in the morning sun the four yellow eyes of the robot burned. ”I never took you for an indian giver. As sentimental as I’ve grown over these prison rags, my good sir, I crave the return of my belongings.” Sporting a nasty frown, Rowland looked at one of his subordinate officers and inclined his head toward the prisoner. The officer in question picked up a box and approached the robot slowly. It unclasped its hands and smoothly flipped open the lid, pulling out one garment after another and putting them on. Lastly came a huge hat, its brim wider than a tire, and affectionately the machine set it atop its head. The procession then advanced toward the building.

Through the glass door, the receptionist watched their approach, and while the guards stopped at the door as planned, the robot continued. Pushing through, it floating toward the desk. When she spoke, her voice held little of its usual cheer. "Hello! My name is Hollie Hills, and I'm the mission coordinator around here. You must be the high-security prisoner…Faust."

The two eyes on the right side of Faust’s face dimmed for a second in an eerie approximation of a wink. ”You know me all too well. Shall we?” he reverberated. She indicated the elevator with an upturned palm, and calmly the new arrival floated toward it. Once inside, he murmured, ”Why the long face? Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.” Then the door closed, and Faust was on his way.

The ding of the elevator was, by now, a familiar noise for the occupants of the top floor. It heralded the arrival of a new individual, one interesting regardless of their appeal. This time, though, it came like a church bell signaling some tragedy. Where before there almost always came the new arrival along with Hollie, side by side, the door slid open to reveal only one. Lethargically Faust floated forward, unnaturally still, and with arms held by his side. His eyes beheld man, woman, machine, and monster; light skin, dark skin, green skin, and metal shells. The scene oozed ego and self-interest, but even more striking was the diversity. How many different mortal fears were there in this one room? How much traumatic past, how many breaking points? He longed to know, but all would be made clear in time. He did not make a single utterance to the whole group, instead turning off to the left to hover toward a window through which to look out at the city. Rather than peering at the scenery, though, he spun around, clasped his hands, and descended until he rested on the floor with his back against the glass. None of these people could possibly know a thing about him; those few possessed by curiosity would come to him. One-on-one, he could better get to know each and every mind, and sample firsthand their tenderness or intriguing gristle, but for now Faust merely listened.

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

Faust

Faust

{"When all is melted in blood, all is reborn."} - Faust

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The Basics

Name

Unknown

Nicknames

”Black/Dark Wizard/Mage” – so called for his appearance and abilities, which look magical.
“Phantom” – so called for the darkness and ghostliness surrounding him.

Code Name

Faust

Age

7?

Birthdate

November 5th, 1999

Gender

Obsolete

Role

Offense – close range powerhouse

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{"The ceremony of innocence is lost. "}

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Digging Deep

In-Depth Appearance

At the most basic level, Faust is a bulky robot, with particularly thick shoulders and back. Rather than standing straight up on his feet, he hovers a foot or so off the ground, and constantly hunches over. With no neck to speak of, his rectangular four-eyed face can only pivot slightly to either side. Faust adorns himself with attire unconventional by standards of either man or machine. He wears an old-style vest beneath a longcoat that is in such a degenerated state that its bottom half is entirely tattered strips. Its high, pointed collar is about the only element not completely threadbare. Various yellowed bandaging cloths, whether for show or to hide some sort of damage, wrap around parts of his body haphazardly. On his head he wears a gigantic, brown, rumpled hat, with a brim more than two feet in diameter. His four eyes glow yellow. Attached via cordto two hubs in his back are six ‘bitedrones’, which are hovering robotic clamps. They resemble elongated bear traps, each with a beaklike hook at the end.

Likes

• Theatricality
• Psychological harm
• Freedom
• Privacy
• Jokes

Dislikes

• People
• Machines
• Confidence
• The strong
• Sunlight

Fears

• Whatever comes after death
• Being replaced

Personality

Faust’s is a being far removed from humanity, and willingly so. He harbors little concern for the greater concerns in the world, instead focusing on his own pursuits. Though grim and most certainly cruel, he is oddly talkative, and deeply enjoys causing consternation in others. Be it vexing them with poetic, indecipherable language, irritating them with unpleasant jibes, or making their hearts and minds ache with precision acts of cruelty. His penchant for sarcasm and mockery extends even to himself at times; contrary to what most might assume of such an individual, he has remarkably low self-esteem, though he is willing to go to any length to ensure his survival. He holds other beings in even less regard, however, thinking nothing of humans and less of sentient robots. That does not mean he is not willing to interact with (manipulate) them to further his own ends. Most definitively, Faust finds suffering fascinating, and goes out of his way to appear frightening in order to torment others at every turn. When he wants to, however, Faust is capable of seeming entirely affable—such is his cunning.

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{"Time to play! "}

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Origins

Background

Widely regarded as a miracle of twenty-first century technological innovation, the introduction of sentient robots to the world has seen no end of controversy. Many believe the intelligences within the machines to be nothing more than artificial constructs; others insist on regarding such robots as individual beings, possessed of something very much like the human spirit. Regardless, the amount of such robots in the world continued to grow, though it remained a tiny fragment of a single percentage point. Developments in the field of robotics found a home in Austria, particularly Vienna, where Jakob Sandmeier was born.

The boy, though frail physically, exhibited an extraordinary mind. From an early age he excelled in his education, learning new information quickly and forgetting nothing. His quiet, uneventful childhood preluded an interest in machines, and he studied both the physical hardware and the more ethereal software almost singlemindedly. His acerbic wit prevented him from attaining very many friends, but one stayed by his side: Nico Kronecker, a fellow engineer and programmer. The two were inseparable, attending first the same high school and then the same college. In 2025 the robotics revolution swept the city of Vienna, and the ‘robot rights’ movement found a substantial foothold there. Its advent created one divide, however, between the fast friends: Nico chose to believe that the robots had true sentience, while Jakob did not. The idea that the robots were anything but highly complicated programs following vast but predetermined instructions completely baffled him. Determined to prove himself correct, Jakob decided to develop his own robots, and with them to show that mere code could be construed into the entity that others called a ‘soul’.

At about that time, however, Nico began to discover something never before seen about his friend. Though ordinary enough in public, Jakob changed behind closed doors. People around him told in low tones of frightening cruelty: of men and women he encountered breaking down and weeping or cursing the day they were born. Deeply worried, Nico hid himself in Jakob’s laboratory. He watched, to his horror, Jakob enter the room with an obviously drunk woman in tow, strap her to a chair, and set up previously unseen instruments around her. At first, he had no idea what he was doing, but after a few minutes he realized that his colleague was not only torturing his captive psychologically, but enjoying it. With a bag of tricks he created an elaborate and twisted illusion of magic to assault her mind until she begged through cascading tears for a savior. Nico waited, terrified himself, for an opportunity to leave, but was too hasty; a noise he made in passing alerted Jakob to an uninvited guest. Nico escaped without being caught, but when he arrived a few hours later with authorities, Jakob and all of his things were nowhere to be found.

The mad engineer set up shop elsewhere, continuing his studies of man and machine. He abducted sentient robots whenever he could, experimenting on them and using them to add to his work. His true goal lay only just down the road, one that would act against his deepest fear: the upload of his mind to a machine, everlasting and superhuman, so that the hunt for despair could never end. A robot was kidnapped to be the recipient, Jakob returned to the abandoned laboratory, and with immeasurable glee he began.

This experiment failed. After the procedure was finished, Faust discovered with horror that not only did his mind remain exactly where it was, the procured robot body now contained an exact duplicate of it. Disgusted with his failure, Jakob moved to terminate the machine, but the robot anticipated this. Using the raw mechanical power that the man craved for his own, the copy snapped the original’s neck before sinking into a shocked stupor. Intensely disturbed by the entire ordeal, the robot fled the laboratory. When he next appeared, any trace of the man was long gone. Calling himself Faust -the man of legend who made a deal with the devil for power- he cultivated a new persona: a terrifying specter, neither man nor machine, and further modified his own body to suit his needs. Though disdainful of human causes, he permitted a loose association with the United Brothers until carelessness on his part got him caught.

Now, after years of imprisonment, Faust has been pulled out and forced to aid the reformed Sentinels. His knowledge of the terrorist group and robotics, paired with his unique and useful combat abilities, make him an invaluable ally—though an unwilling and reluctant one, kept in line by constant threat and close scrutiny.

Place of Origin

Vienna, Austria

Family

N / A

Abilities

(Snakebite) – One or more of Faust’s bitedrones lunge forward to bite into a target, crushing metal or cleaving through flesh.
(Snag) – A drone from the left side constricts an enemy, pulling it slowly toward Faust while preventing its escape.
(Tether) – Two drones lunge toward a surface or hold and attach, allowing Faust to rappel, hang, or swing.
(Accursed Brew) – The drones all open wide and disgorge a spray of noxious black liquid that poisons enemies hit and nullifies any attempt to heal them.
(What Lurks Below) – The ‘ultimate’ ability. Faust releases a high-pitched whistling noise, followed up with dark and raucous laughter. A shadowy mist rushes out of his back and blankets the ground. For a time, he can summon up to six huge, black snakes to rise up from the mist and attack enemies via biting or lashing. Sometimes only the heads will emerge, appearing like a giant trap directly beneath enemies to slam shut. These snakes will never emerge completely, and will withdraw back into the mist rather than slithering around. Though extremely nebulous, they seem to be made of millions of nanites compacted into solid shapes. Though dodge-able, these snakeheads hurt a great deal, and can wound enemies enough to make them easy pickings.

Weapons

Faust uses no weapons except for his own bitedrones. Though limited by range, they are nasty pieces of work, and can be used not only to viciously destroy but also to grab, ensnare, pick up, and trap. Each one has a primitive AI that controls its flight, but instructions are transmitted through the rubbery cords from Faust. Noxious chemicals can also be funneled through the cords to be released from the bitedrones’ ‘mouths’.

Extra

As you can probably tell, this sheet is for Faust, the machine, and not for Jakob Sandmeier, since Faust is a copy of Jakob’s mind in a robotic body, and Jakob himself is dead.

Reinhardt.

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

@Lugubrious Frick! My bad! He's accepted, I just totally forgot to let you know! Sorry again, I can be a tad scatterbrained at times :P

@smarty0114

'Salright. I'll get started on a post.

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

The IC is certainly moving.

@Leslie Hall Looks good :) Accepted :D

@smarty0114

You managed to review Leslie's concept fairly quickly. Perhaps you could do the same for my Faust? I'd like to get in on the action before there's a chance of me getting left behind.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Personally I crave cheddar, but feel free to take the next contest.

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

Here is my concept. Had I known that the GM wanted fewer villains, things might have been different, but he's not so much a villain as he is an evil ally. I wanted to do something unique and interesting, and I feel like he would be a lot of fun to play. Introducing...

Faust

Faust

{"When all is melted in blood, all is reborn."} - Faust

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The Basics

Name

Unknown

Nicknames

”Black/Dark Wizard/Mage” – so called for his appearance and abilities, which look magical.
“Phantom” – so called for the darkness and ghostliness surrounding him.

Code Name

Faust

Age

40

Birthdate

November 5th, 1999

Gender

Obsolete

Role

Offense – close range powerhouse

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{"The ceremony of innocence is lost. "}

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Digging Deep

In-Depth Appearance

At the most basic level, Faust is a bulky robot, with particularly thick shoulders and back. Rather than standing straight up on his feet, he hovers a foot or so off the ground, and constantly hunches over. With no neck to speak of, his rectangular four-eyed face can only pivot slightly to either side. Faust adorns himself with attire unconventional by standards of either man or machine. He wears an old-style vest beneath a longcoat that is in such a degenerated state that its bottom half is entirely tattered strips. Its high, pointed collar is about the only element not completely threadbare. Various yellowed bandaging cloths, whether for show or to hide some sort of damage, wrap around parts of his body haphazardly. On his head he wears a gigantic, brown, rumpled hat, with a brim more than two feet in diameter. His four eyes glow yellow. Attached via cordto two hubs in his back are six ‘bitedrones’, which are hovering robotic clamps. They resemble elongated bear traps, each with a beaklike hook at the end.

Likes

• Theatricality
• Psychological harm
• Freedom
• Privacy
• Jokes

Dislikes

• People
• Machines
• Confidence
• The strong
• Sunlight

Fears

• Whatever comes after death
• Being replaced

Personality

Faust’s is a being far removed from humanity, and willingly so. He harbors little concern for the greater concerns in the world, instead focusing on his own pursuits. Though grim and most certainly cruel, he is oddly talkative, and deeply enjoys causing consternation in others. Be it vexing them with poetic, indecipherable language, irritating them with unpleasant jibes, or making their hearts and minds ache with precision acts of cruelty. His penchant for sarcasm and mockery extends even to himself at times; contrary to what most might assume of such an individual, he has remarkably low self-esteem, though he is willing to go to any length to ensure his survival. He holds other beings in even less regard, however, thinking nothing of humans and less of sentient robots. That does not mean he is not willing to interact with (manipulate) them to further his own ends. Most definitively, Faust finds suffering fascinating, and goes out of his way to appear frightening in order to torment others at every turn. When he wants to, however, Faust is capable of seeming entirely affable—such is his cunning.

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{"Time to play! "}

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Origins

Background

Widely regarded as a miracle of twenty-first century technological innovation, the introduction of sentient robots to the world has seen no end of controversy. Many believe the intelligences within the machines to be nothing more than artificial constructs; others insist on regarding such robots as individual beings, possessed of something very much like the human spirit. Regardless, the amount of such robots in the world continued to grow, though it remained a tiny fragment of a single percentage point. Developments in the field of robotics found a home in Austria, particularly Vienna, where Jakob Sandmeier was born.

The boy, though frail physically, exhibited an extraordinary mind. From an early age he excelled in his education, learning new information quickly and forgetting nothing. His quiet, uneventful childhood preluded an interest in machines, and he studied both the physical hardware and the more ethereal software almost singlemindedly. His acerbic wit prevented him from attaining very many friends, but one stayed by his side: Nico Kronecker, a fellow engineer and programmer. The two were inseparable, attending first the same high school and then the same college. In 2025 the robotics revolution swept the city of Vienna, and the ‘robot rights’ movement found a substantial foothold there. Its advent created one divide, however, between the fast friends: Nico chose to believe that the robots had true sentience, while Jakob did not. The idea that the robots were anything but highly complicated programs following vast but predetermined instructions completely baffled him. Determined to prove himself correct, Jakob decided to develop his own robots, and with them to show that mere code could be construed into the entity that others called a ‘soul’.

At about that time, however, Nico began to discover something never before seen about his friend. Though ordinary enough in public, Jakob changed behind closed doors. People around him told in low tones of frightening cruelty: of men and women he encountered breaking down and weeping or cursing the day they were born. Deeply worried, Nico hid himself in Jakob’s laboratory. He watched, to his horror, Jakob enter the room with an obviously drunk woman in tow, strap her to a chair, and set up previously unseen instruments around her. At first, he had no idea what he was doing, but after a few minutes he realized that his colleague was not only torturing his captive psychologically, but enjoying it. With a bag of tricks he created an elaborate and twisted illusion of magic to assault her mind until she begged through cascading tears for a savior. Nico waited, terrified himself, for an opportunity to leave, but was too hasty; a noise he made in passing alerted Jakob to an uninvited guest. Nico escaped without being caught, but when he arrived a few hours later with authorities, Jakob and all of his things were nowhere to be found.

The mad engineer set up shop elsewhere, continuing his studies of man and machine. He abducted sentient robots whenever he could, experimenting on them and using them to add to his work. His true goal lay only just down the road, one that would act against his deepest fear: the upload of his mind to a machine, everlasting and superhuman, so that the hunt for despair could never end. A robot was kidnapped to be the recipient, Jakob returned to the abandoned laboratory, and with immeasurable glee he began.

This experiment failed. After the procedure was finished, Faust discovered with horror that not only did his mind remain exactly where it was, the procured robot body now contained an exact duplicate of it. Disgusted with his failure, Jakob moved to terminate the machine, but the robot anticipated this. Using the raw mechanical power that the man craved for his own, the copy snapped the original’s neck before sinking into a shocked stupor. Intensely disturbed by the entire ordeal, the robot fled the laboratory. When he next appeared, any trace of the man was long gone. Calling himself Faust -the man of legend who made a deal with the devil for power- he cultivated a new persona: a terrifying specter, neither man nor machine, and further modified his own body to suit his needs. Though disdainful of human causes, he permitted a loose association with the United Brothers until carelessness on his part got him caught.

Now, after years of imprisonment, Faust has been pulled out and forced to aid the reformed Sentinels. His knowledge of the terrorist group and robotics, paired with his unique and useful combat abilities, make him an invaluable ally—though an unwilling and reluctant one, kept in line by constant threat and close scrutiny.

Place of Origin

Vienna, Austria

Family

N / A

Abilities

(Snakebite) – One or more of Faust’s bitedrones lunge forward to bite into a target, crushing metal or cleaving through flesh.
(Snag) – A drone from the left side constricts an enemy, pulling it slowly toward Faust while preventing its escape.
(Tether) – Two drones lunge toward a surface or hold and attach, allowing Faust to rappel, hang, or swing.
(Accursed Brew) – The drones all open wide and disgorge a spray of noxious black liquid that poisons enemies hit and nullifies any attempt to heal them.
(What Lurks Below) – The ‘ultimate’ ability. Faust releases a high-pitched whistling noise, followed up with dark and raucous laughter. A shadowy mist rushes out of his back and blankets the ground. For a time, he can summon up to six huge, black snakes to rise up from the mist and attack enemies via biting or lashing. Sometimes only the heads will emerge, appearing like a giant trap directly beneath enemies to slam shut. These snakes will never emerge completely, and will withdraw back into the mist rather than slithering around. Though extremely nebulous, they seem to be made of millions of nanites compacted into solid shapes. Though dodge-able, these snakeheads hurt a great deal, and can wound enemies enough to make them easy pickings.

Weapons

Faust uses no weapons except for his own bitedrones. Though limited by range, they are nasty pieces of work, and can be used not only to viciously destroy but also to grab, ensnare, pick up, and trap. Each one has a primitive AI that controls its flight, but instructions are transmitted through the rubbery cords from Faust. Noxious chemicals can also be funneled through the cords to be released from the bitedrones’ ‘mouths’.

Extra

As you can probably tell, this sheet is for Faust, the machine, and not for Jakob Sandmeier, since Faust is a copy of Jakob’s mind in a robotic body, and Jakob himself is dead.

Reinhardt.

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

Pardon me, Ajah, any word on whether or not I can join?

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Lugubrious
It has occurred to me, is Ash a member yet? XD
Just that Sanderson knew her last name, yet I don't remember the two actually meeting/talking

@Lunarlors34

She's not an official member yet, but she did actually encounter him if not speak to him. He was among the Frenzy Plant audience members who Indigo and Ashlyn approached. If that is not satisfactory, it stands to reason that she would have spoken with him briefly on the trip to Belka.

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

The recent heat-death of an RP I was in has left me with a vacant slot, and given that I like Overwatch and have already created several characters for it as part of subreddit dedicated to hero concepts, I think this RP might suit me. To be perfectly honest, I'm a little dubious about the direction the RP might take, and some elements of the character sheet seem a little excessive (though nothing I can't deal with), but overall I think you've got some cool stuff going on, and I see a few familiar faces. How do you feel about me getting in on this?