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If she has anything over an 8 the weaknesses are going to be very severe.
Schradinger, Paige needs some work before we can accept her.
First, her personality is somewhat lackluster. This could be okay, but given that she has killed (implied repeatedly) and been raised by a murderer, it's kinda hard to take it on faith. Whatever circumstances resulted in her birth should be elaborated upon so we have an idea of who we're accepting into the RP. If you need to write out a tank of a Bio to flesh it out, that's fine. If you'd rather keep it hidden from everybody and reveal it slowly, also fine, just PM it to one of us. She's somewhat one-dimensional at the moment, and doesn't seem to have many positive traits, just negativity and hatred for the world. What are her morals, beliefs, what does she struggle with, what does she fear, what does she like, etc.
Second, her power needs to be adjusted considerably and perhaps changed altogether. At a cursory glance, she has Regeneration, Super Speed, Super Strength, Immunity to Heat and Cold, Immunity to Electricity, Psychic Premonitions, and the ability to conjure objects out of nothing. Beyond that, she can channel energy into things and then manipulate said things as she wills.
To be brutally honest, this puts her at a level far, far beyond everyone else in the RP. Some suggestions.
-Scrap all the powers in the first part. Regeneration, immunity to heat, etc. Most of these could be powers of their own, and are in fact powers that other people have and centered their characters around. Having a character that can perform all of them makes the others somewhat pointless.
-Glossing over them because she doesn't get how they work isn't how we prefer to manage sheets: even if she has no clue how her powers work (which is perfectly fine, and something most of the other characters have), you should know how it works, and by extension we should know how it works. At the moment, we have no idea of what she's capable of. Vague psychic abilities, she can create things from nothing? We're not sure how she does this, what the repercussions are, etc, and there's nothing preventing her from pulling another knife out of thin air later on in the RP.
-How does the energy in her body protect her? Lynn's shadow protects her because it's a sentient being, it's her own subconscious. This is just pure energy inside of her, right? How is it able to willfully guard her?
-How is the energy holding her body together and defending her in the way it does? It seems like fusing her molecules together would have some pretty nasty effects, the specifics of which I'm not smart enough to know. Let's look, at, say, Henry. He can take more of a beating than pretty much anyone else in the RP, but the drawback is that he's big, heavy as hell, and covered in thick scales. Giving her the durability of an APC and none of the drawbacks isn't really fair.
-Her ability to analyze things in the world around her is essentially another power of its own, clairvoyance.
-Same goes for the superior senses.
-The superior senses, increased durability, clairvoyance, and environmental manipulation all don't really seem to fit with her actual power, that of being a well of energy. Having that much power inside of her shouldn't be able to let her do half that stuff (also, the energy actively protecting her). Giving yourself more chemical energy doesn't enable you to regenerate. In fact, because of lactic acid buildup, it would only help you keep fighting effectively up to a certain point.
-Limitless applications is something of a red flag, to be honest. Versatility is one thing. Limitless applications is dangerous. Another example with Lynn: her shadow is extremely versatile in how it can protect her, but it's bound by that fact: it is protecting her. For the purposes of protecting her, it can do a wide range of things. However, we don't know what the constraints, however broad, on Paige's power are. Her well of energy and the subsequent abilities don't really seem to click, so I'm not sure where we draw the lines in terms of what she's capable of.
-Your character has no weaknesses. She has limitations, but she does not have weaknesses. Let me illustrate the difference: Achilles is limited by the fact he has two hands, and therefore can only stab two people at one time. His weakness, ie, something that sets him in a tier below others, is that if you hit him in his heel, he kicks the bucket. I am superior to Achilles in that regard, because I can function pretty okay if you stab me in the heel (but I'll probably be pissed and limp around a bunch). Another example, Superman. Superman's weakness is Kryptonite. It's something that can be used to his disadvantage that doesn't really effect anyone else. So on and so forth.
Paige has no weaknesses. She has some constraints, but there's nothing like "If she uses her power too much, she begins to draw on her body's own supply of energy and kills herself". There's also no mention of where all this energy comes from. Does she have to draw from a generator or something and then convert it from there? Does it just come from within her? Because there's a tremendous amount of energy within the human body, but converting it and using it is probably going to be pretty inefficient, and it's basically going to kill off whatever part of her she draws it from.
Your character is not a jack of all trades, your character's essentially a master of all trades. No one in the entire RP could ever hope to beat her in a fight. I think you need to read back through your sheet and scale down her power immensely, as at the moment, she's incredibly powerful. She should be restricted to one, maybe two overarching powers. If smaller powers result from that, that's okay. For instance, Henry is a giant lizard. As a result, he has scales, claws, etc. Her overarching power, the well of energy, doesn't correlate to all the other stuff she can do-conjuring up items from nowhere, manipulating everything she touches, regenerating, being able to understand everything around her down to the atomic level, etc.
First, her personality is somewhat lackluster. This could be okay, but given that she has killed (implied repeatedly) and been raised by a murderer, it's kinda hard to take it on faith. Whatever circumstances resulted in her birth should be elaborated upon so we have an idea of who we're accepting into the RP. If you need to write out a tank of a Bio to flesh it out, that's fine. If you'd rather keep it hidden from everybody and reveal it slowly, also fine, just PM it to one of us. She's somewhat one-dimensional at the moment, and doesn't seem to have many positive traits, just negativity and hatred for the world. What are her morals, beliefs, what does she struggle with, what does she fear, what does she like, etc.
Second, her power needs to be adjusted considerably and perhaps changed altogether. At a cursory glance, she has Regeneration, Super Speed, Super Strength, Immunity to Heat and Cold, Immunity to Electricity, Psychic Premonitions, and the ability to conjure objects out of nothing. Beyond that, she can channel energy into things and then manipulate said things as she wills.
To be brutally honest, this puts her at a level far, far beyond everyone else in the RP. Some suggestions.
-Scrap all the powers in the first part. Regeneration, immunity to heat, etc. Most of these could be powers of their own, and are in fact powers that other people have and centered their characters around. Having a character that can perform all of them makes the others somewhat pointless.
-Glossing over them because she doesn't get how they work isn't how we prefer to manage sheets: even if she has no clue how her powers work (which is perfectly fine, and something most of the other characters have), you should know how it works, and by extension we should know how it works. At the moment, we have no idea of what she's capable of. Vague psychic abilities, she can create things from nothing? We're not sure how she does this, what the repercussions are, etc, and there's nothing preventing her from pulling another knife out of thin air later on in the RP.
-How does the energy in her body protect her? Lynn's shadow protects her because it's a sentient being, it's her own subconscious. This is just pure energy inside of her, right? How is it able to willfully guard her?
-How is the energy holding her body together and defending her in the way it does? It seems like fusing her molecules together would have some pretty nasty effects, the specifics of which I'm not smart enough to know. Let's look, at, say, Henry. He can take more of a beating than pretty much anyone else in the RP, but the drawback is that he's big, heavy as hell, and covered in thick scales. Giving her the durability of an APC and none of the drawbacks isn't really fair.
-Her ability to analyze things in the world around her is essentially another power of its own, clairvoyance.
-Same goes for the superior senses.
-The superior senses, increased durability, clairvoyance, and environmental manipulation all don't really seem to fit with her actual power, that of being a well of energy. Having that much power inside of her shouldn't be able to let her do half that stuff (also, the energy actively protecting her). Giving yourself more chemical energy doesn't enable you to regenerate. In fact, because of lactic acid buildup, it would only help you keep fighting effectively up to a certain point.
-Limitless applications is something of a red flag, to be honest. Versatility is one thing. Limitless applications is dangerous. Another example with Lynn: her shadow is extremely versatile in how it can protect her, but it's bound by that fact: it is protecting her. For the purposes of protecting her, it can do a wide range of things. However, we don't know what the constraints, however broad, on Paige's power are. Her well of energy and the subsequent abilities don't really seem to click, so I'm not sure where we draw the lines in terms of what she's capable of.
-Your character has no weaknesses. She has limitations, but she does not have weaknesses. Let me illustrate the difference: Achilles is limited by the fact he has two hands, and therefore can only stab two people at one time. His weakness, ie, something that sets him in a tier below others, is that if you hit him in his heel, he kicks the bucket. I am superior to Achilles in that regard, because I can function pretty okay if you stab me in the heel (but I'll probably be pissed and limp around a bunch). Another example, Superman. Superman's weakness is Kryptonite. It's something that can be used to his disadvantage that doesn't really effect anyone else. So on and so forth.
Paige has no weaknesses. She has some constraints, but there's nothing like "If she uses her power too much, she begins to draw on her body's own supply of energy and kills herself". There's also no mention of where all this energy comes from. Does she have to draw from a generator or something and then convert it from there? Does it just come from within her? Because there's a tremendous amount of energy within the human body, but converting it and using it is probably going to be pretty inefficient, and it's basically going to kill off whatever part of her she draws it from.
Your character is not a jack of all trades, your character's essentially a master of all trades. No one in the entire RP could ever hope to beat her in a fight. I think you need to read back through your sheet and scale down her power immensely, as at the moment, she's incredibly powerful. She should be restricted to one, maybe two overarching powers. If smaller powers result from that, that's okay. For instance, Henry is a giant lizard. As a result, he has scales, claws, etc. Her overarching power, the well of energy, doesn't correlate to all the other stuff she can do-conjuring up items from nowhere, manipulating everything she touches, regenerating, being able to understand everything around her down to the atomic level, etc.
Cordelia Lynn Holmes
Rather quickly, Pacific Rim fell down a few notches down in her book. Not in terms of raw capabilities, but rather in terms of how immediately threatening he was-responding to what was a pretty clear challenge as if he'd entirely missed it told Lynn this guy wasn't the type that was used to dick measuring contests and throwing haymakers. The alternative was that he was so supremely confident in his abilities he didn't regard her as a threat-however, a lovely little side effect of her facial tattoo was that most people were at least leery of Lynn, and rightfully so. The ratio of people who interacted with her and walked away without having something stolen as opposed to those who didn't was...alarming.
Good voice? Lynn had a disconnected smirk on her face. She'd heard she had a decent voice for other stuff (Cordelia Lynn's great claim to fame was being a white girl that was skilled at rapping), but never when she was being an asshole to someone. And furthermore, the way this guy talked was...weird. He was saying a bunch of stuff sorta robotically, kinda directly. Lynn mused on whether or not he was actually a cyborg-most of the people here, herself included, had endowments leaning towards the supernatural, but maybe this guy was the result of some lab experiment gone wrong. The Feds were doing stuff like that all the time, it made perfect sense. Maybe Tin Man could hack into computers and stuff too. When in doubt, you can't go wrong overestimating your opponent's capabilities.
But the Iron Giant didn't sound like an opponent, now did he? No, his tone was more of...explaining. Between his explanation, the strange way he moved, and the creepy warbling of his voice when he got too high, Lynn was pretty sure there was a Rain Man type deal going on here-something confirmed by his revealing he was a Doctor. Doctor? Hm. Well, the lizard guy was a doctor, too, but he was in twenties or something. Gauging the age of a metal man was pretty damned impossible, but...oh. Oh shit, that was part of why this guy was so out of touch. Maybe he was like eighty or ninety or something, and like, his metalness made him not age. And it explained why he was wearing a nametag that read "Dick Cocks". Lynn didn't reply for a second or two, trying to put the pieces of this dilemma together (she'd completely ignored Adam's speech, figuring that of all the people here, she needed training the least-she'd been relying on her power day and night for years now). On one side, a God-knows-how-old, armless doctor. Made of metal. Social skills of Stephen Hawking. Has trouble seeing and speaking and shit. Moves slow and probably can't do too much physically with one arm, maybe has trouble jerking it and holding up the nudie mags at the same time.
Lynn's inferences sometimes get carried away.
And on the other side...well, even with the suit on, Lynn's tattoo and general demeanor weren't exactly inviting. If he knew what the teardrop stood for, and spent about two seconds judging her posture and facial expressions, he'd probably have a good idea of the image she wanted to project: Lynn relied quite heavily on her "don't fuck with me" aura". Warded off people good and bad, prevented getting burned, prevented opening up. (With the exception of Alex. Shut up.)
Ah.
The centerpiece, and Lynn so felt like Nancy Drew doing this, had to be the 'separated from his life's work' deal. But he's a doctor. So is he missing his job? How could he do surgery and shit with one arm? Must've been something she was missing. Regardless, Lynn sized up-from his tone and backstory-pretty quickly what his intentions were. Iron Man wanted something, and thought she could help him get it.
God bless mutually beneficial arrangements.
"Well met, Doc," Lynn finally spoke, analyzing the man quite closely. "Love to hear more about this life's work of yours." Lynn glanced over at Alex, giving her a look of "don't worry, I got this"
Rather quickly, Pacific Rim fell down a few notches down in her book. Not in terms of raw capabilities, but rather in terms of how immediately threatening he was-responding to what was a pretty clear challenge as if he'd entirely missed it told Lynn this guy wasn't the type that was used to dick measuring contests and throwing haymakers. The alternative was that he was so supremely confident in his abilities he didn't regard her as a threat-however, a lovely little side effect of her facial tattoo was that most people were at least leery of Lynn, and rightfully so. The ratio of people who interacted with her and walked away without having something stolen as opposed to those who didn't was...alarming.
Good voice? Lynn had a disconnected smirk on her face. She'd heard she had a decent voice for other stuff (Cordelia Lynn's great claim to fame was being a white girl that was skilled at rapping), but never when she was being an asshole to someone. And furthermore, the way this guy talked was...weird. He was saying a bunch of stuff sorta robotically, kinda directly. Lynn mused on whether or not he was actually a cyborg-most of the people here, herself included, had endowments leaning towards the supernatural, but maybe this guy was the result of some lab experiment gone wrong. The Feds were doing stuff like that all the time, it made perfect sense. Maybe Tin Man could hack into computers and stuff too. When in doubt, you can't go wrong overestimating your opponent's capabilities.
But the Iron Giant didn't sound like an opponent, now did he? No, his tone was more of...explaining. Between his explanation, the strange way he moved, and the creepy warbling of his voice when he got too high, Lynn was pretty sure there was a Rain Man type deal going on here-something confirmed by his revealing he was a Doctor. Doctor? Hm. Well, the lizard guy was a doctor, too, but he was in twenties or something. Gauging the age of a metal man was pretty damned impossible, but...oh. Oh shit, that was part of why this guy was so out of touch. Maybe he was like eighty or ninety or something, and like, his metalness made him not age. And it explained why he was wearing a nametag that read "Dick Cocks". Lynn didn't reply for a second or two, trying to put the pieces of this dilemma together (she'd completely ignored Adam's speech, figuring that of all the people here, she needed training the least-she'd been relying on her power day and night for years now). On one side, a God-knows-how-old, armless doctor. Made of metal. Social skills of Stephen Hawking. Has trouble seeing and speaking and shit. Moves slow and probably can't do too much physically with one arm, maybe has trouble jerking it and holding up the nudie mags at the same time.
Lynn's inferences sometimes get carried away.
And on the other side...well, even with the suit on, Lynn's tattoo and general demeanor weren't exactly inviting. If he knew what the teardrop stood for, and spent about two seconds judging her posture and facial expressions, he'd probably have a good idea of the image she wanted to project: Lynn relied quite heavily on her "don't fuck with me" aura". Warded off people good and bad, prevented getting burned, prevented opening up. (With the exception of Alex. Shut up.)
Ah.
The centerpiece, and Lynn so felt like Nancy Drew doing this, had to be the 'separated from his life's work' deal. But he's a doctor. So is he missing his job? How could he do surgery and shit with one arm? Must've been something she was missing. Regardless, Lynn sized up-from his tone and backstory-pretty quickly what his intentions were. Iron Man wanted something, and thought she could help him get it.
God bless mutually beneficial arrangements.
"Well met, Doc," Lynn finally spoke, analyzing the man quite closely. "Love to hear more about this life's work of yours." Lynn glanced over at Alex, giving her a look of "don't worry, I got this"
Cordelia Lynn Holmes
Lynn took a deep, deep breath. In lieu of nicotine, this was the best way she'd found of calming herself down.
The motherfucking one-armed Iron Giant, a six year old who was two steps away from looking just like Satan,and now P.F. Chang himself were at this fucking school.
Jesus. H. Christ. Lynn was going to kick someone's ass just for being too weird here soon.
And....and then Alex said something that just utterly floored Lynn. Lynn usually prided herself on having a scathing comeback, on picking up on things quicker than everybody else, of being hypervigilant. She, however, lost track of everything in the training room for a few seconds as she mulled over what Alex had said. Nice? Her? She'd heard a lot of things attributed to her, but none of those thing had ever been..."nice". What....Alex...
"Uh," Lynn said smartly, her tongue refusing to form words, "Yeah. Classes with a bear. It'd be cool. I could feed him bamboo or some shit," she said, totally at a loss for words. Gah. She wanted to explain to Alex in no uncertain terms that she wasn't nice, that she was about as far from nice as Hitler during his time of the month, but that...Lynn closed her eyes, feeling more or less totally confused. She didn't like getting in touch with her emotions and shit. It was problematic and never really seemed to accomplish much. She almost felt as if she was leading this poor girl on-but, then again, the clothes, the tattoo under her eye...surely Alex wasn't that naive? Did...was it....regardless, Lynn had a very quiet realization that being thought of as not a total bitch by someone was really nice.
Damnit Nightlight. I'm starting to like you.
Lynn opened her mouth to say something when a glint caught her from the corner of her eye. Surreptitiously, she let her eyes flicker in that direction (when you're being flanked, you don't let the motherfuckers know that you know; you turn the element of surprise right back on them. Cordelia Lynn, Chicago's own Sun Tzu) and spotted the Tin Man doing his best Lurch impression as he sidled closer. Lynn didn't think he'd try anything-and there was a pretty good possibility he wasn't even coming towards her specifically, but it did seem that way. She doubted this guy was dumb enough to hit a girl with faculty all around, but you never went wrong expecting the worse. "Alex," Lynn muttered, turning away from Peter-which, for most people, was a dumb move, but it was pretty hard to get Lynn from behind-"Pacific Rim over there's got his eye on us. Just play it cool, we'll turn his ass into scrap metal if he tries anything." Lynn turned back, standing upright, but with her body facing perpendicular from Peter-not knowing what he was capable of, she figured making herself a smaller target couldn't hurt. If it did come to a fight, well, punching and kicking would be out of the question. That shit would hurt. She'd probably just wait for the faculty to waste his ass. "Tin Man," Lynn said, the small (appearing even smaller with her tight suit on, as opposed to her normal baggy clothes) girl speaking with the same confidence, ready-to-throw-down tone you might've heard from Henry, "You got a problem?" Lynn subtly shifted herself, placing herself just in-between Alex and Peter.
Lynn took a deep, deep breath. In lieu of nicotine, this was the best way she'd found of calming herself down.
The motherfucking one-armed Iron Giant, a six year old who was two steps away from looking just like Satan,and now P.F. Chang himself were at this fucking school.
Jesus. H. Christ. Lynn was going to kick someone's ass just for being too weird here soon.
And....and then Alex said something that just utterly floored Lynn. Lynn usually prided herself on having a scathing comeback, on picking up on things quicker than everybody else, of being hypervigilant. She, however, lost track of everything in the training room for a few seconds as she mulled over what Alex had said. Nice? Her? She'd heard a lot of things attributed to her, but none of those thing had ever been..."nice". What....Alex...
"Uh," Lynn said smartly, her tongue refusing to form words, "Yeah. Classes with a bear. It'd be cool. I could feed him bamboo or some shit," she said, totally at a loss for words. Gah. She wanted to explain to Alex in no uncertain terms that she wasn't nice, that she was about as far from nice as Hitler during his time of the month, but that...Lynn closed her eyes, feeling more or less totally confused. She didn't like getting in touch with her emotions and shit. It was problematic and never really seemed to accomplish much. She almost felt as if she was leading this poor girl on-but, then again, the clothes, the tattoo under her eye...surely Alex wasn't that naive? Did...was it....regardless, Lynn had a very quiet realization that being thought of as not a total bitch by someone was really nice.
Damnit Nightlight. I'm starting to like you.
Lynn opened her mouth to say something when a glint caught her from the corner of her eye. Surreptitiously, she let her eyes flicker in that direction (when you're being flanked, you don't let the motherfuckers know that you know; you turn the element of surprise right back on them. Cordelia Lynn, Chicago's own Sun Tzu) and spotted the Tin Man doing his best Lurch impression as he sidled closer. Lynn didn't think he'd try anything-and there was a pretty good possibility he wasn't even coming towards her specifically, but it did seem that way. She doubted this guy was dumb enough to hit a girl with faculty all around, but you never went wrong expecting the worse. "Alex," Lynn muttered, turning away from Peter-which, for most people, was a dumb move, but it was pretty hard to get Lynn from behind-"Pacific Rim over there's got his eye on us. Just play it cool, we'll turn his ass into scrap metal if he tries anything." Lynn turned back, standing upright, but with her body facing perpendicular from Peter-not knowing what he was capable of, she figured making herself a smaller target couldn't hurt. If it did come to a fight, well, punching and kicking would be out of the question. That shit would hurt. She'd probably just wait for the faculty to waste his ass. "Tin Man," Lynn said, the small (appearing even smaller with her tight suit on, as opposed to her normal baggy clothes) girl speaking with the same confidence, ready-to-throw-down tone you might've heard from Henry, "You got a problem?" Lynn subtly shifted herself, placing herself just in-between Alex and Peter.
This RP is about to get Ho Yay as fuck. Since Henry can change genders, we have a TON of possibilities to work with here.
Oh. Joy. Locker rooms.
Lynn had weathered Alex's enthusiasm pretty well-Lynn herself was a near-equal bundle of apprehension and excitement. Where she'd come from, well, her gifts weren't exactly publicized. There were certainly rumors, which is the way Lynn wanted it. Rumors. No one knowing, for sure, what the little white girl was capable of doing. The one thing for sure that Cordelia Lynn Holmes wanted the various assholes of the world to know was this: for all the shit she talked, she could sure as hell back it up.
"Yeah. Hey, uh, just a heads up, keep checkin' in with me about that phone number. Think I've only got twenty or so minutes left on it." Lynn eyed a passing student, who had a hundred dollar bulge in their back pocket. Was stealing from metahumans wise? No. Was going without a cell phone wise? Hell no. One must have priorities.
Lynn followed the crowd, which was something she was normally quite averse to doing. Even before she stripped down in the locker room, she felt naked-she'd had the foresight to leave her backpack in the room, not trusting the other people in the locker room to not fuck with it. If she could pop open a lock in a minute, somebody else could, too. If they found the cigarettes or the lockpicking stuff, she had a feeling she'd be on the next boat ride home. Which, admittedly, could be preferable to another day of classes. Lynn didn't feel bad for glancing at Alex's papers and copying down her notes verbatim. Well, trying to. Christ, everyone talked so fast about all this complex shit. She'd excused herself to the bathroom (another thing-ASKING to go take a piss? What the hell was that?) and punched the wall at one point. This was fucking insane. She didn't know any of this bullshit.
So, Lynn was hoping that this power training stuff was right up her alley. Because, uh...the academics of the Academy were going right over her head.
Personalized suits. Okay, that was creepy. When the hell did they get my measurements? Lynn figured they had somebody with a power like that, ya know, clothes powers or whatever. She figured that wasn't the coolest power, but you were probably really well-dressed most of the time. No, shit. Personalized suits meant changing. In the locker rooms. Lynn closed her eyes and took a deep breath, fingers rolling themselves into scarred little fists. I swear to Christ I will not last a week here. At which point, of course, her (admittedly, kinda cute) overly optimistic tagalong grabbed her and began pulling her towards the locker rooms. Changing. Okay. Fuck it. Changing. She could do this. Lynn moved into the locker room, perhaps a little too quickly, and found her locker-which was sorta surreal, because she wasn't used to seeing her full name anywhere. CORDELIA LYNN HOLMES. She'd always found her last name to be rather brutally ironic, given her...nomadic...lifestyle. Lynn popped open her locker and saw her suit, taking it down and examining it for a minute.
Okay, admittedly? This shit was pretty tight. The suit was black, some kinda smooth leather or plastic or something-Lynn hadn't really been paying attention to what the stick-up-his-ass professor dude had said (although she had looked up when he made one hell of a draft come through). She looked it up down for a few moments before starting to put it on. Kevlar padding? Well, she didn't think she needed any armor at all, personally, but whatever. Lynn put the suit back down and took a deep breath, teeth clenched tight enough to make a dentist cry. Reaching down, she ripped off her sweatshirt and tanktop, leaving her torso naked. The girl very firmly faced the corner, keeping her front side out of sight. Lynn's back was more ink than paleness, a beautifully horrifying rendering of Judgment Day, the Four Horsemen riding out from her spine, with generally apocalyptic things playing out in the background. Her arms were cloaked in a rendering of two phoenixes and what appeared to be the angel of death. Say what you will of Lynn's choices in body art, she at least didn't have any dumbass "No Regrets" style ink jobs. Lynn very hurriedly pulled her jeans down (this was easy, given their baggy nature) and kicked them off, throwing her clothes into a bundle in the locker. She had no damned idea if you were supposed to wear these things with clothes underneath, but she wasn't about to strip bare-ass naked for these people. Scars by the dozens visible on her back, arms, and legs, Lynn grabbed her suit and slipped into it, grunting for a moment. Tight fit. Lynn was sure as hell not used to that-most clothes swallowed her up, and gave her the appearance of being bigger than she was-which she liked. This was not going to make any attempts to buff up her size. Sidling into the suit, Lynn found the near-skintight nature of thch she fabric to be immediately annoying-skintight, not cool. The black was sexy, though. Badass. She zipped it up to her throat and noted that her shoulders had a strange kind of...ruffle? There was some material lining the edges of her shoulder and neck, which she played with for a moment. The hell? Lynn arched her neck, looking behind her, and saw that her shadow appeared buffer and larger as a result.
"Oh, hell yeah," Lynn grinned. She padded herself down, making sure there were no surprises, and noticed there was a hood on the back of her suit. Pulling it up and over her head, she found that-while it killed her peripheral vision, it did obscure her entire face in darkness. "Huh. This might actually not suck total dick."
Lynn turned and walked out of the locker room, locating Alex fairly quickly. Changing was never a fun experience, and she generally preferred to anchor herself afterwards, whether it be with cigarettes or music or a familiar face. Lynn eyed Alex up and down and smirked. "Nice, Nightlight. Rockin' the uh, superhero look, or whatever. I bet we all look like dumbasses right now....or tryhards." Lynn turned around, pulling her hood back and shaking her hair a bit. She never bothered much with her hair, but she was considering getting dreads. Wouldn't that be kickass? Plus she'd save time, not having to wash it and stuff. "Oh, look at Lizardman." Lizardman had a little minor aneurysm over some dumb bitch trying to get a piggyback ride. Who the fuck ran and jumped on a seven hundred pound gecko from behind? Lynn watched him curiously for a moment. Hmm. He was pretty happy go lucky earlier. And smart, with the college degree and all. So, why had he flipped out like that? If you ran up and jumped on Alex from behind, you would've gotten a squeak of surprise and then laughed it off. You ran up and jumped on Lynn, you would've been rendered unable to have children in the most painful way possible.
And it was lookin' like the salamander fell into that second camp. What dark shit had gone on in his past, that he reacted that way? Lynn figured maybe it was instincts. You know, like his animal side taking over and stuff. Plus, Lynn figured the only time he ever got a good fuck was when he went to the zoo and got a moment or two with the Komodo dragons, so he was probably really repressed and stuff. Lynn had to really, really fight down the urge to ask if he threw a hissyfit whenever Blackmore came and cleaned his tank at night, too. Remember, he can kick your ass. He probably weighs, like, half as much as a truck or something.
Lynn may not have been the most eloquent, but you couldn't fault the girl for idiocy-her brand of rather crude psychoanalysis was rarely wrong.
"So, I don't know what kinda crap they'll make us do, but we'll just hang tight," Lynn said, scanning the surroundings. There was Morticia, looking as though she'd taken that whole "customize your clothes" shit to heart. Lynn rolled her neck and shoulders, limbering up a bit. She was not, however, stretching. Stretching was for pussies. "If we get put on different teams, then we just won't harass each other. Sound good?"
Some hot bitch was getting a ton of attention from people. Which, you know, wasn't really surprising, but it did make Lynn chuckle. Whoa! She and the roomie were tight. Roomie could actually display positive emotions. Lynn was feeling more and more lost by the hour. "We should go talk with people," Lynn mused. "I mean, they're probably dumbasses, you know, but it can't hurt. I'll try to play nice. You're good at that, you like, do the talking and stuff, and I'll just nod at the right places, and maybe they'll think I'm nice."
Lynn had weathered Alex's enthusiasm pretty well-Lynn herself was a near-equal bundle of apprehension and excitement. Where she'd come from, well, her gifts weren't exactly publicized. There were certainly rumors, which is the way Lynn wanted it. Rumors. No one knowing, for sure, what the little white girl was capable of doing. The one thing for sure that Cordelia Lynn Holmes wanted the various assholes of the world to know was this: for all the shit she talked, she could sure as hell back it up.
"Yeah. Hey, uh, just a heads up, keep checkin' in with me about that phone number. Think I've only got twenty or so minutes left on it." Lynn eyed a passing student, who had a hundred dollar bulge in their back pocket. Was stealing from metahumans wise? No. Was going without a cell phone wise? Hell no. One must have priorities.
Lynn followed the crowd, which was something she was normally quite averse to doing. Even before she stripped down in the locker room, she felt naked-she'd had the foresight to leave her backpack in the room, not trusting the other people in the locker room to not fuck with it. If she could pop open a lock in a minute, somebody else could, too. If they found the cigarettes or the lockpicking stuff, she had a feeling she'd be on the next boat ride home. Which, admittedly, could be preferable to another day of classes. Lynn didn't feel bad for glancing at Alex's papers and copying down her notes verbatim. Well, trying to. Christ, everyone talked so fast about all this complex shit. She'd excused herself to the bathroom (another thing-ASKING to go take a piss? What the hell was that?) and punched the wall at one point. This was fucking insane. She didn't know any of this bullshit.
So, Lynn was hoping that this power training stuff was right up her alley. Because, uh...the academics of the Academy were going right over her head.
Personalized suits. Okay, that was creepy. When the hell did they get my measurements? Lynn figured they had somebody with a power like that, ya know, clothes powers or whatever. She figured that wasn't the coolest power, but you were probably really well-dressed most of the time. No, shit. Personalized suits meant changing. In the locker rooms. Lynn closed her eyes and took a deep breath, fingers rolling themselves into scarred little fists. I swear to Christ I will not last a week here. At which point, of course, her (admittedly, kinda cute) overly optimistic tagalong grabbed her and began pulling her towards the locker rooms. Changing. Okay. Fuck it. Changing. She could do this. Lynn moved into the locker room, perhaps a little too quickly, and found her locker-which was sorta surreal, because she wasn't used to seeing her full name anywhere. CORDELIA LYNN HOLMES. She'd always found her last name to be rather brutally ironic, given her...nomadic...lifestyle. Lynn popped open her locker and saw her suit, taking it down and examining it for a minute.
Okay, admittedly? This shit was pretty tight. The suit was black, some kinda smooth leather or plastic or something-Lynn hadn't really been paying attention to what the stick-up-his-ass professor dude had said (although she had looked up when he made one hell of a draft come through). She looked it up down for a few moments before starting to put it on. Kevlar padding? Well, she didn't think she needed any armor at all, personally, but whatever. Lynn put the suit back down and took a deep breath, teeth clenched tight enough to make a dentist cry. Reaching down, she ripped off her sweatshirt and tanktop, leaving her torso naked. The girl very firmly faced the corner, keeping her front side out of sight. Lynn's back was more ink than paleness, a beautifully horrifying rendering of Judgment Day, the Four Horsemen riding out from her spine, with generally apocalyptic things playing out in the background. Her arms were cloaked in a rendering of two phoenixes and what appeared to be the angel of death. Say what you will of Lynn's choices in body art, she at least didn't have any dumbass "No Regrets" style ink jobs. Lynn very hurriedly pulled her jeans down (this was easy, given their baggy nature) and kicked them off, throwing her clothes into a bundle in the locker. She had no damned idea if you were supposed to wear these things with clothes underneath, but she wasn't about to strip bare-ass naked for these people. Scars by the dozens visible on her back, arms, and legs, Lynn grabbed her suit and slipped into it, grunting for a moment. Tight fit. Lynn was sure as hell not used to that-most clothes swallowed her up, and gave her the appearance of being bigger than she was-which she liked. This was not going to make any attempts to buff up her size. Sidling into the suit, Lynn found the near-skintight nature of thch she fabric to be immediately annoying-skintight, not cool. The black was sexy, though. Badass. She zipped it up to her throat and noted that her shoulders had a strange kind of...ruffle? There was some material lining the edges of her shoulder and neck, which she played with for a moment. The hell? Lynn arched her neck, looking behind her, and saw that her shadow appeared buffer and larger as a result.
"Oh, hell yeah," Lynn grinned. She padded herself down, making sure there were no surprises, and noticed there was a hood on the back of her suit. Pulling it up and over her head, she found that-while it killed her peripheral vision, it did obscure her entire face in darkness. "Huh. This might actually not suck total dick."
Lynn turned and walked out of the locker room, locating Alex fairly quickly. Changing was never a fun experience, and she generally preferred to anchor herself afterwards, whether it be with cigarettes or music or a familiar face. Lynn eyed Alex up and down and smirked. "Nice, Nightlight. Rockin' the uh, superhero look, or whatever. I bet we all look like dumbasses right now....or tryhards." Lynn turned around, pulling her hood back and shaking her hair a bit. She never bothered much with her hair, but she was considering getting dreads. Wouldn't that be kickass? Plus she'd save time, not having to wash it and stuff. "Oh, look at Lizardman." Lizardman had a little minor aneurysm over some dumb bitch trying to get a piggyback ride. Who the fuck ran and jumped on a seven hundred pound gecko from behind? Lynn watched him curiously for a moment. Hmm. He was pretty happy go lucky earlier. And smart, with the college degree and all. So, why had he flipped out like that? If you ran up and jumped on Alex from behind, you would've gotten a squeak of surprise and then laughed it off. You ran up and jumped on Lynn, you would've been rendered unable to have children in the most painful way possible.
And it was lookin' like the salamander fell into that second camp. What dark shit had gone on in his past, that he reacted that way? Lynn figured maybe it was instincts. You know, like his animal side taking over and stuff. Plus, Lynn figured the only time he ever got a good fuck was when he went to the zoo and got a moment or two with the Komodo dragons, so he was probably really repressed and stuff. Lynn had to really, really fight down the urge to ask if he threw a hissyfit whenever Blackmore came and cleaned his tank at night, too. Remember, he can kick your ass. He probably weighs, like, half as much as a truck or something.
Lynn may not have been the most eloquent, but you couldn't fault the girl for idiocy-her brand of rather crude psychoanalysis was rarely wrong.
"So, I don't know what kinda crap they'll make us do, but we'll just hang tight," Lynn said, scanning the surroundings. There was Morticia, looking as though she'd taken that whole "customize your clothes" shit to heart. Lynn rolled her neck and shoulders, limbering up a bit. She was not, however, stretching. Stretching was for pussies. "If we get put on different teams, then we just won't harass each other. Sound good?"
Some hot bitch was getting a ton of attention from people. Which, you know, wasn't really surprising, but it did make Lynn chuckle. Whoa! She and the roomie were tight. Roomie could actually display positive emotions. Lynn was feeling more and more lost by the hour. "We should go talk with people," Lynn mused. "I mean, they're probably dumbasses, you know, but it can't hurt. I'll try to play nice. You're good at that, you like, do the talking and stuff, and I'll just nod at the right places, and maybe they'll think I'm nice."
Cordelia Lynn Holmes
The moon? Eh. Lynn never ventured too far out the city, but she did remember a full moon, a brilliant one, huge beyond belief, with more stars than anyone could ever dream of counting, no city lights or-
Lynn closed her eyes, face scrunching up in brutal concentration for a moment. Her shadow, splashed out against the wall behind her, twitched, then reached out, arms splitting from two dimensions into three, and placed its clawed hands gently on Lynn's temples for a moment. Lynn seemed to relax, shoulders sagging a bit and a look of idyllic content rolling across her features. Her chapped lips nudged at a smile, and after a second or two the shadow drew back, Lynn blinking out of the trance. She was, seemingly, entirely unaware that anything was wrong.
What had they been talking about? The moon? Yeah, Lynn never paid much attention to the damned moon. Occasionally, and that was occasionally with a capital everything, you could see it from the outskirts of Chicago, but Lynn never went out of her way to do something as retarded as stargazing. But, hey, if this chick got off on moon energy, Lynn wasn't about to start knocking astronomy. No point in pissing off the one person there who liked her.
The shadow resumed its normal behavior, in perfect sync with its mistress-rarely, it would be a second slow in matching her movements, but for all intents in purposes, it was as docile and obedient as Alex's. "Yeah, waking up early to get baked. Sounds like you got paired with a real winner there. That's coming from me." Lynn fumbled in her pockets for a cigarette, pulling out of her pack. She had about half of it left. Eh. Lynn didn't need them, they were just nice to have. Really, she only did it because she felt like it. If you were to, say, imply that Lynn perhaps had a dependency upon the little deathsticks, she would perhaps make you dependent on ice packs and epsom salts for a few days. Lynn smoked, puffing out the vapor in an unnecessarily long sigh. "Hope you don't mind secondhand smoke," she said, figuring maybe Alex wasn't down with it or whatever. She adjusted her positioning, legs dangling over the ledge, and blew out towards the jungle instead of towards Mary Poppins. That was especially cool with Lynn because she didn't really like eye contact unless she was trying to shake somebody down. She could win a staring contest with Medusa, but she didn't really jive with looking at people in casual conversations. Actually, she didn't really jive with casual conversations. Or people. Lynn considered her possible social shortcomings about as frequently as she considered things like turning away from a life of crime and joining a convent. "If they make us do math or whatever, I say we just meet up here and go mess around in the jungle for a while. I saw one of the Rambo movies, there's gotta be some cool shit in there. Like maybe some lost Mayan temple or whatever. I mean a school like this, there's gotta be cool stuff somewhere. I heard there's a shipwreck, too." Lynn considered her rather unpleasant trip over and frowned. "Well, as long as the shipwreck's not moving, I'll be alright. Fuck the ocean."
Lynn glanced at Alex at her compliment. She must be a good fighter. Well...it was true. Sort of. Lynn never thought of herself like that, because Lynn tried to avoid fights. Not to say she avoided conflict-just that if she had to beat the shit out of someone, she wasn't about to give them a fighting chance. A good fighter. Was she? She'd won fights. Lynn was very rarely fighting against her own weight class, which meant her win/loss record was a little more skewed towards the loss side, but damn if she hadn't put up a fight. She could take a punch, and she could sure as hell give one. Cordelia Lynn had beaten more than a few people bigger than her, but...she glanced down at her scarred knuckles and rolled her wrists for a minute. Why the hell was she uncomfortable hearing that? Alex...Alex had shaken Lynn up a bit with that comment-I mean truly rattled her, not just made her question the viability of using the moon as a life source or having a tail. Lynn took another deep puff on the cigarette and shook herself out of her self-loathing. Get your shit together Cordelia. As Morticia showed you yesterday, this place is just as full of assholes as Chicago was. You start having a little morality crisis you're going to get your ass handed to. Stop being a pussy and grow a pair.
Lynn's self-pep talks were generally effective, and never G-rated.
Lynn, however, was quite good at one other thing-a skill that was vital to staying out of prison and staying alive-she was observant as all hell. Perhaps not empathetic, but observant. You watch people's faces, learn to spot when they've got serious stuff going on? The guy who's wife got stabbed in a mugging gone wrong's not going to notice his pockets feeling a little lighter for another mile or so. Alex had that look, as she talked about fighting, and Lynn realized she may have touched a nerve. Damn. Maybe Nightlight had a dark past. Lynn was one to respect people's boundaries, which was a rather uncharacteristic trait of hers-given that she was never close to that many people, however, she was usually content to let you keep your business to yourself. Most people's bullshit didn't really interest her, anyways. "Huh. Well, world doesn't give you much choice sometimes. And it's more fun to kick somebody's ass without powers, anyways?"
It didn't sound convincing, even to Lynn. Alex was...something about Alex was both magnetic and disconcerting. She couldn't figure out what the hell it was. Part of her felt like she needed to watch out for her-that Nightlight was going to get chewed alive by the lizardmen and Morticias. She didn't look all that tough. Looks, they could be deceiving, as Lynn used to be proof of (these days, her look was pretty spot-on). But a part of Lynn almost felt like Alex was going to be watching out for her. Not even in a physical sense-Lynn had one hell of a bodyguard on duty already. Lynn didn't often consider her spirituality, or really reflect on her deeds. Thoughts like that made people soft and pillows hard. Lynn took another calming puff of her cigarette. God, what was getting into her? She needed to hit the punching bag. Or go for a run. Something.
Then Alex's hair started floating and she really lit up, which immediately made Lynn wonder what the hell Alex did during sex. I mean, damn. I bet it's like a rave. She also vaguely realized that Alex was probably deadlier than Pokemon when it came to epilepetic people. "Glad you're down with that. But let's stick with partners. Sidekicks are gay. Partners are cool. If you piss off that slutty goth looking chick again, now I have an excuse to smack the emo out of her." Lynn figured this was a pretty safe investment, in Machiavellian terms. Alex was too happy-go-lucky to go looking for fights-but, then again, she had to have gotten that little scar of hers somewhere. Lynn felt a twinge of guilt at the deal-it was favored pretty heavily towards Cordelia, who was far more likely to get into a scuffle than Alex-but whatever. While she would never admit it, the Academy was going to be damned lonely without someone (a second someone, if you wanted to be specific) watching her back, and Alex didn't annoy her. She hadn't ever had steady, solid relationships with people, but there was a sense of familiarity with people back home. A sense of being both at home, and alienated, all at once. There was a little of that with Nightlight, but it was more of the former. Good deal more.
"Yeah, partners," Lynn said, trying to fill the silence. "Should be good. So, uh, where you from and all?"
The moon? Eh. Lynn never ventured too far out the city, but she did remember a full moon, a brilliant one, huge beyond belief, with more stars than anyone could ever dream of counting, no city lights or-
Lynn closed her eyes, face scrunching up in brutal concentration for a moment. Her shadow, splashed out against the wall behind her, twitched, then reached out, arms splitting from two dimensions into three, and placed its clawed hands gently on Lynn's temples for a moment. Lynn seemed to relax, shoulders sagging a bit and a look of idyllic content rolling across her features. Her chapped lips nudged at a smile, and after a second or two the shadow drew back, Lynn blinking out of the trance. She was, seemingly, entirely unaware that anything was wrong.
What had they been talking about? The moon? Yeah, Lynn never paid much attention to the damned moon. Occasionally, and that was occasionally with a capital everything, you could see it from the outskirts of Chicago, but Lynn never went out of her way to do something as retarded as stargazing. But, hey, if this chick got off on moon energy, Lynn wasn't about to start knocking astronomy. No point in pissing off the one person there who liked her.
The shadow resumed its normal behavior, in perfect sync with its mistress-rarely, it would be a second slow in matching her movements, but for all intents in purposes, it was as docile and obedient as Alex's. "Yeah, waking up early to get baked. Sounds like you got paired with a real winner there. That's coming from me." Lynn fumbled in her pockets for a cigarette, pulling out of her pack. She had about half of it left. Eh. Lynn didn't need them, they were just nice to have. Really, she only did it because she felt like it. If you were to, say, imply that Lynn perhaps had a dependency upon the little deathsticks, she would perhaps make you dependent on ice packs and epsom salts for a few days. Lynn smoked, puffing out the vapor in an unnecessarily long sigh. "Hope you don't mind secondhand smoke," she said, figuring maybe Alex wasn't down with it or whatever. She adjusted her positioning, legs dangling over the ledge, and blew out towards the jungle instead of towards Mary Poppins. That was especially cool with Lynn because she didn't really like eye contact unless she was trying to shake somebody down. She could win a staring contest with Medusa, but she didn't really jive with looking at people in casual conversations. Actually, she didn't really jive with casual conversations. Or people. Lynn considered her possible social shortcomings about as frequently as she considered things like turning away from a life of crime and joining a convent. "If they make us do math or whatever, I say we just meet up here and go mess around in the jungle for a while. I saw one of the Rambo movies, there's gotta be some cool shit in there. Like maybe some lost Mayan temple or whatever. I mean a school like this, there's gotta be cool stuff somewhere. I heard there's a shipwreck, too." Lynn considered her rather unpleasant trip over and frowned. "Well, as long as the shipwreck's not moving, I'll be alright. Fuck the ocean."
Lynn glanced at Alex at her compliment. She must be a good fighter. Well...it was true. Sort of. Lynn never thought of herself like that, because Lynn tried to avoid fights. Not to say she avoided conflict-just that if she had to beat the shit out of someone, she wasn't about to give them a fighting chance. A good fighter. Was she? She'd won fights. Lynn was very rarely fighting against her own weight class, which meant her win/loss record was a little more skewed towards the loss side, but damn if she hadn't put up a fight. She could take a punch, and she could sure as hell give one. Cordelia Lynn had beaten more than a few people bigger than her, but...she glanced down at her scarred knuckles and rolled her wrists for a minute. Why the hell was she uncomfortable hearing that? Alex...Alex had shaken Lynn up a bit with that comment-I mean truly rattled her, not just made her question the viability of using the moon as a life source or having a tail. Lynn took another deep puff on the cigarette and shook herself out of her self-loathing. Get your shit together Cordelia. As Morticia showed you yesterday, this place is just as full of assholes as Chicago was. You start having a little morality crisis you're going to get your ass handed to. Stop being a pussy and grow a pair.
Lynn's self-pep talks were generally effective, and never G-rated.
Lynn, however, was quite good at one other thing-a skill that was vital to staying out of prison and staying alive-she was observant as all hell. Perhaps not empathetic, but observant. You watch people's faces, learn to spot when they've got serious stuff going on? The guy who's wife got stabbed in a mugging gone wrong's not going to notice his pockets feeling a little lighter for another mile or so. Alex had that look, as she talked about fighting, and Lynn realized she may have touched a nerve. Damn. Maybe Nightlight had a dark past. Lynn was one to respect people's boundaries, which was a rather uncharacteristic trait of hers-given that she was never close to that many people, however, she was usually content to let you keep your business to yourself. Most people's bullshit didn't really interest her, anyways. "Huh. Well, world doesn't give you much choice sometimes. And it's more fun to kick somebody's ass without powers, anyways?"
It didn't sound convincing, even to Lynn. Alex was...something about Alex was both magnetic and disconcerting. She couldn't figure out what the hell it was. Part of her felt like she needed to watch out for her-that Nightlight was going to get chewed alive by the lizardmen and Morticias. She didn't look all that tough. Looks, they could be deceiving, as Lynn used to be proof of (these days, her look was pretty spot-on). But a part of Lynn almost felt like Alex was going to be watching out for her. Not even in a physical sense-Lynn had one hell of a bodyguard on duty already. Lynn didn't often consider her spirituality, or really reflect on her deeds. Thoughts like that made people soft and pillows hard. Lynn took another calming puff of her cigarette. God, what was getting into her? She needed to hit the punching bag. Or go for a run. Something.
Then Alex's hair started floating and she really lit up, which immediately made Lynn wonder what the hell Alex did during sex. I mean, damn. I bet it's like a rave. She also vaguely realized that Alex was probably deadlier than Pokemon when it came to epilepetic people. "Glad you're down with that. But let's stick with partners. Sidekicks are gay. Partners are cool. If you piss off that slutty goth looking chick again, now I have an excuse to smack the emo out of her." Lynn figured this was a pretty safe investment, in Machiavellian terms. Alex was too happy-go-lucky to go looking for fights-but, then again, she had to have gotten that little scar of hers somewhere. Lynn felt a twinge of guilt at the deal-it was favored pretty heavily towards Cordelia, who was far more likely to get into a scuffle than Alex-but whatever. While she would never admit it, the Academy was going to be damned lonely without someone (a second someone, if you wanted to be specific) watching her back, and Alex didn't annoy her. She hadn't ever had steady, solid relationships with people, but there was a sense of familiarity with people back home. A sense of being both at home, and alienated, all at once. There was a little of that with Nightlight, but it was more of the former. Good deal more.
"Yeah, partners," Lynn said, trying to fill the silence. "Should be good. So, uh, where you from and all?"
The best combat strategy is to kick in the nuts and run. I'm pretty sure that's originally from Sun Tzu.
Really glad to hear it, Kalas. Looking forward to your edits.
Also I love the idea of somebody just fucking around with a butterfly knife in a fight and having no clue what they're doing.
Also I love the idea of somebody just fucking around with a butterfly knife in a fight and having no clue what they're doing.
Okay, I'm one of three GMs, so my word isn't final, but here are my thoughts.
If Vance is going to be an ultracompetent fighter, that's okay, but he needs to have subsequent flaws. Being in the running for "Worst Childhood At the Academy" is okay, but being used as a child soldier by his father should have some pretty major psychological ramifications. If he's focused so much on fighting/physique, I feel like his academics would suffer as well. Vance doesn't need to be stupid, but just bear that in mind.
As far as his power goes, it's extremely powerful. Being able to absorb the kinetic equivalent of a 60 mile per hour car (I'm bad at science, but that is a tremendous amount of energy) is way too much. He's essentially unstoppable in close quarters attacks, and being able to channel that energy into solids, liquids, or gas, is also extremely volatile. If he absorbed a couple cars, he could probably make a swimming pool go from room temperature to boiling in about half a second, which is a little much.
Firstly, his power should be limited to his focusing on it. If someone puts a gun to his head and pulls the trigger while he's asleep, facing the other direction, etc, then I think it's fair for him to get killed by it. Additionally, he should have way lower of a maximum than a 60mph car. A train should never be within his capability: that's several tons moving at forty, forty five miles per hour (I don't know trains here but that sounds right). That's an ungodly amount of force. Those things have to start slowing down a long time before they want to stop. I'll let one of the more science-inclined GMs handle the specifics, but I think a set amount of joules/Newtons would be a reasonable limitation: exceeding that limit should make bad things happen. His body begins to run a fever as the energy's converted into thermal energy, his blood begins to boil, so on and so forth. There's only so much energy the human body can hold, and absorbing a car's way above that threshold. If he could hold that kind of power within himself, he could one shot pretty much anyone in the RP. Anything he absorbs over the limit should either 1) cause some Very Bad Things, which ramp up in lethality exponentially, or 2) he simply gets hit by the difference. I don't feel this nerfs him, as he can still empty his reservoirs and absorb some pretty big punches as long as he does so quickly enough. Applying kinetic energy into an object should be restricted to what he does with it-by which I mean, he can throw a baseball really fucking fast. I don't know if you meant to pour his energy into it, but that makes him way stronger (the boiling water example above) and he'd need some more serious weaknesses as a result. Additionally, given that everything has an equal and opposite reaction, he's going to have problems with efficiency. I think it's a cool power but there need to be some limitations so he's not at First Class Kevin Bacon's level. My ignorance with physics is probably already showing, so like I said I'll defer the specifics to Jazzy or Allen.
Annabella. I have a couple issues, but I think some of it is just hyperboilc speaking. Overall, she comes off as too well-rounded. She's very cute, carries herself perfectly, is small-framed and not muscular but has D cups and a four-pack, seems to have a lot of appearance issues (dislikes how attractive she is) and dresses a little too casually for a teacher. I don't think they could get away with leggings. She's one of the nicest people you could meet but is also described as being similar to a drill-sergreant when needed. I feel like you gloss over the Bipolar thing: Bipolar disorder isn't a "sorta" thing. If she's Bipolar, then you need to really flesh that out, but if she's not and you were just using that to emphasize her duality, my bad. For an extremely nice, gentle person, it's weird that she has this harsh side and enjoys training and fighting. I'm okay with a character being extremely nice, it will offset the number of assholes we have (not that assholes are bad, Lynn is probably the most annoying), but her compassion is a little extreme. She tries to help everyone and you don't really delve into the implications of that. Does she feel this maternal protectiveness because she lost her children? Does he take it too far and is she really overboard/helicopter-y? How does she handle the stress of getting to attached, and is she not afraid of attachment after what happened to her family? Being wide open and compassionate isn't what I'd expect from someone with her backstory, which is okay, but you should detail how she became that way a little more. Most people who endure things like that are the exact opposite. Her love for all people contradicts her harsh side-I don't want to be mean, but I fail to see how Bell can have a harsh side. She seems to like everyone. Idealism is, again, okay, but she is somewhat lacking in character flaws. I think you need to spend some time and flesh out what effects her unchecked optimism would have on her-is she overworked, does she have little time for herself and suffers physically/mentally as a result, is she struggling with aging, is she unable to reconcile with what happened to her kids, etc.
Her being great at lying and survival both seem really out of place. How did she get good at lying when she's brutally honest to people? When did survival skills get developed? If you have these they need to be explained. For example, Lynn is a street rat and subsequently she's good at pickpocketing, breaking into cars, etc. As a consequence, she had next to no formal education and is severely lacking in that category. As far as her history goes-well, this is nitpicky, but was there a particular reason why she was born in the Estate and not in a hospital? Is there a reason she was born with a full head of hair? Why were there rumors that she would be the chosen one of the metahuman clan? Being able to use her power so effectively before most babies can walk is also a little too much, I think. Furthermore, if she was a wunderkind with her power, why couldn't her shadow break out of the room? It was operating at a level way beyond a little girl. Also, her being locked alone for 12 years would have some very, very severe developmental problems. I don't see how she could function in normal society after that. I mean, you know how painfully awkward some homeschool kids are (not all, mind you)? They get to leave the house. They get to leave the room. If She was locked in a room for that long, I don't feel like she'd be as full of unbridled optimism as she is. More resentful of her father? I mean, kids don't get why they have to be separated, they just know they're being separated from the others. Throw in the guilt over killing her mother and I feel like Bell should have a lot of issues before you even get to the family murder thing.
Adopting 13 children in three years is not possible. There's a ton of paperwork you have to do. Maybe 1-2 kids in three years. Unless she was stealin' this babies from the nursery...which, admittedly, would make for a kickass backstory
There's also the issue of Bell's shadow going to Scarlett. In this RP we're aiming for pseudoscientific explanations of things; her power jumping from one to the other isn't really plausible. Could Scarlett just have a similar power, and could you make a reason for Bell's power going dormant? If her kindness/optimism kept her from just snapping Scarlett's neck the second she saw her then I feel like she should have some major guilt over essentially letting her husband die. Regardless, she should have some major psychological problems as a result of all this. I mean, watching your whole family get torn to shreds? Her personality needs to reflect that. A lot.
You also cannot give yourself a power rating; those are given by Allen. Her power is very similar to some others (mine, notably, but I'm not annoyed or anything don't get me wrong). Her power is also ridiculously strong. If the power causes negative psychological effects, then she needs to suffer from them. I'm confused as to whether or not those persist or if they died with the patriarch of the family. Giving her super speed, the ability to form sentient vassals with all the strength and intelligence of a human, and the (I don't mean to be harsh here) ill-defined ability of speaking with other shadows is a LOT. Her weaknesses do not reflect this; everyone in the RP loses their abilities (with the exception of Lynn) when knocked unconscious, so it's not really a fair weakness. I mean, I lose all my capabilities when I'm unconscious or injured. You state that she has PTSD as a weakness but this is not really elaborated on-PTSD and bipolar disorder, if she does have both, are MAJOR factors in someone's personality, and they're not really expanded upon in her personality sheet. Judging from her personality sheet, she's taking the death of her entire family pretty well. Being intangible while in shadow form is also not a weakness-that's essentially another strength. I mean, she can just turn into a shadow, move at the speed of light, and escape any conflict without the risk of being harmed. Having five shadows out at once is also way too much: I would expect one. That basically means that whenever you're fighting Bell, you're fighting six enemies, all as strong and smart as a human, all at once. Why do the sentient shadows attack her when she turns into a shadow?
There are no real weaknesses with your character, to be honest. There are limitations, but not weaknesses. I think you need to go back through your sheet and flesh some of this stuff out. There are good ideas but I don't feel you explored the consequences fully. PTSD, bipolar disorder, and her power in particular. Her personality needs to reflect the monstrous things that happened to her. Her power needs to have weaknesses, as it does not have any at the moment. If you need help coming up with these, we're happy to do so, but I feel like your character has no real flaws at the moment (she's physically attractive, has no social defects from 12 years locked in a room, has no personality changes as a result of her trauma, is power-wise near unstoppable) and you need to show that you can incorporate these into your character before you can join the RP.
If Vance is going to be an ultracompetent fighter, that's okay, but he needs to have subsequent flaws. Being in the running for "Worst Childhood At the Academy" is okay, but being used as a child soldier by his father should have some pretty major psychological ramifications. If he's focused so much on fighting/physique, I feel like his academics would suffer as well. Vance doesn't need to be stupid, but just bear that in mind.
As far as his power goes, it's extremely powerful. Being able to absorb the kinetic equivalent of a 60 mile per hour car (I'm bad at science, but that is a tremendous amount of energy) is way too much. He's essentially unstoppable in close quarters attacks, and being able to channel that energy into solids, liquids, or gas, is also extremely volatile. If he absorbed a couple cars, he could probably make a swimming pool go from room temperature to boiling in about half a second, which is a little much.
Firstly, his power should be limited to his focusing on it. If someone puts a gun to his head and pulls the trigger while he's asleep, facing the other direction, etc, then I think it's fair for him to get killed by it. Additionally, he should have way lower of a maximum than a 60mph car. A train should never be within his capability: that's several tons moving at forty, forty five miles per hour (I don't know trains here but that sounds right). That's an ungodly amount of force. Those things have to start slowing down a long time before they want to stop. I'll let one of the more science-inclined GMs handle the specifics, but I think a set amount of joules/Newtons would be a reasonable limitation: exceeding that limit should make bad things happen. His body begins to run a fever as the energy's converted into thermal energy, his blood begins to boil, so on and so forth. There's only so much energy the human body can hold, and absorbing a car's way above that threshold. If he could hold that kind of power within himself, he could one shot pretty much anyone in the RP. Anything he absorbs over the limit should either 1) cause some Very Bad Things, which ramp up in lethality exponentially, or 2) he simply gets hit by the difference. I don't feel this nerfs him, as he can still empty his reservoirs and absorb some pretty big punches as long as he does so quickly enough. Applying kinetic energy into an object should be restricted to what he does with it-by which I mean, he can throw a baseball really fucking fast. I don't know if you meant to pour his energy into it, but that makes him way stronger (the boiling water example above) and he'd need some more serious weaknesses as a result. Additionally, given that everything has an equal and opposite reaction, he's going to have problems with efficiency. I think it's a cool power but there need to be some limitations so he's not at First Class Kevin Bacon's level. My ignorance with physics is probably already showing, so like I said I'll defer the specifics to Jazzy or Allen.
Annabella. I have a couple issues, but I think some of it is just hyperboilc speaking. Overall, she comes off as too well-rounded. She's very cute, carries herself perfectly, is small-framed and not muscular but has D cups and a four-pack, seems to have a lot of appearance issues (dislikes how attractive she is) and dresses a little too casually for a teacher. I don't think they could get away with leggings. She's one of the nicest people you could meet but is also described as being similar to a drill-sergreant when needed. I feel like you gloss over the Bipolar thing: Bipolar disorder isn't a "sorta" thing. If she's Bipolar, then you need to really flesh that out, but if she's not and you were just using that to emphasize her duality, my bad. For an extremely nice, gentle person, it's weird that she has this harsh side and enjoys training and fighting. I'm okay with a character being extremely nice, it will offset the number of assholes we have (not that assholes are bad, Lynn is probably the most annoying), but her compassion is a little extreme. She tries to help everyone and you don't really delve into the implications of that. Does she feel this maternal protectiveness because she lost her children? Does he take it too far and is she really overboard/helicopter-y? How does she handle the stress of getting to attached, and is she not afraid of attachment after what happened to her family? Being wide open and compassionate isn't what I'd expect from someone with her backstory, which is okay, but you should detail how she became that way a little more. Most people who endure things like that are the exact opposite. Her love for all people contradicts her harsh side-I don't want to be mean, but I fail to see how Bell can have a harsh side. She seems to like everyone. Idealism is, again, okay, but she is somewhat lacking in character flaws. I think you need to spend some time and flesh out what effects her unchecked optimism would have on her-is she overworked, does she have little time for herself and suffers physically/mentally as a result, is she struggling with aging, is she unable to reconcile with what happened to her kids, etc.
Her being great at lying and survival both seem really out of place. How did she get good at lying when she's brutally honest to people? When did survival skills get developed? If you have these they need to be explained. For example, Lynn is a street rat and subsequently she's good at pickpocketing, breaking into cars, etc. As a consequence, she had next to no formal education and is severely lacking in that category. As far as her history goes-well, this is nitpicky, but was there a particular reason why she was born in the Estate and not in a hospital? Is there a reason she was born with a full head of hair? Why were there rumors that she would be the chosen one of the metahuman clan? Being able to use her power so effectively before most babies can walk is also a little too much, I think. Furthermore, if she was a wunderkind with her power, why couldn't her shadow break out of the room? It was operating at a level way beyond a little girl. Also, her being locked alone for 12 years would have some very, very severe developmental problems. I don't see how she could function in normal society after that. I mean, you know how painfully awkward some homeschool kids are (not all, mind you)? They get to leave the house. They get to leave the room. If She was locked in a room for that long, I don't feel like she'd be as full of unbridled optimism as she is. More resentful of her father? I mean, kids don't get why they have to be separated, they just know they're being separated from the others. Throw in the guilt over killing her mother and I feel like Bell should have a lot of issues before you even get to the family murder thing.
Adopting 13 children in three years is not possible. There's a ton of paperwork you have to do. Maybe 1-2 kids in three years. Unless she was stealin' this babies from the nursery...which, admittedly, would make for a kickass backstory
There's also the issue of Bell's shadow going to Scarlett. In this RP we're aiming for pseudoscientific explanations of things; her power jumping from one to the other isn't really plausible. Could Scarlett just have a similar power, and could you make a reason for Bell's power going dormant? If her kindness/optimism kept her from just snapping Scarlett's neck the second she saw her then I feel like she should have some major guilt over essentially letting her husband die. Regardless, she should have some major psychological problems as a result of all this. I mean, watching your whole family get torn to shreds? Her personality needs to reflect that. A lot.
You also cannot give yourself a power rating; those are given by Allen. Her power is very similar to some others (mine, notably, but I'm not annoyed or anything don't get me wrong). Her power is also ridiculously strong. If the power causes negative psychological effects, then she needs to suffer from them. I'm confused as to whether or not those persist or if they died with the patriarch of the family. Giving her super speed, the ability to form sentient vassals with all the strength and intelligence of a human, and the (I don't mean to be harsh here) ill-defined ability of speaking with other shadows is a LOT. Her weaknesses do not reflect this; everyone in the RP loses their abilities (with the exception of Lynn) when knocked unconscious, so it's not really a fair weakness. I mean, I lose all my capabilities when I'm unconscious or injured. You state that she has PTSD as a weakness but this is not really elaborated on-PTSD and bipolar disorder, if she does have both, are MAJOR factors in someone's personality, and they're not really expanded upon in her personality sheet. Judging from her personality sheet, she's taking the death of her entire family pretty well. Being intangible while in shadow form is also not a weakness-that's essentially another strength. I mean, she can just turn into a shadow, move at the speed of light, and escape any conflict without the risk of being harmed. Having five shadows out at once is also way too much: I would expect one. That basically means that whenever you're fighting Bell, you're fighting six enemies, all as strong and smart as a human, all at once. Why do the sentient shadows attack her when she turns into a shadow?
There are no real weaknesses with your character, to be honest. There are limitations, but not weaknesses. I think you need to go back through your sheet and flesh some of this stuff out. There are good ideas but I don't feel you explored the consequences fully. PTSD, bipolar disorder, and her power in particular. Her personality needs to reflect the monstrous things that happened to her. Her power needs to have weaknesses, as it does not have any at the moment. If you need help coming up with these, we're happy to do so, but I feel like your character has no real flaws at the moment (she's physically attractive, has no social defects from 12 years locked in a room, has no personality changes as a result of her trauma, is power-wise near unstoppable) and you need to show that you can incorporate these into your character before you can join the RP.
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