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I would say that giving a robo fly telepathy wouldn't be so bad, like. Artist could give his drawings powers but if he does, the time that they could be animate would be reduced. The reduction would be dependant on how complex and large the drawing is, and how powerful the power. Example being the fly can read minds but to conserve power, it has to fly close to people.
Excitement
Waiting to start I guess, I mean I waited several days before working on mine.
Nathan was confused, the sedatives were wearing off. After the event at Alaska, Nathan had been taken over here and they said they had to do a "necessary implant", whatever that was. As he looked around lazily, the sedatives finally loosing their grip on his mind he noticed two things. Firstly that he was in a lineup with lots of kids around his age, if a bit younger. Secondly he was at the end of the end of one side of the lineup, with a girl next to him. She wasn't too tall but she had a "Screw the world" air about her, hopefully she wasn't too mean. That might cause problems. As he looked down the line he saw at the other end there was a small girl with a dog. Nathan liked dogs. In Nathans sedative addled mind, all he wanted to do was go over there and pet that dog. But that thought line came to a halt once his body started clocking overtime and started to burn up the sedatives pretty quickly.
However with most of the sedatives gone, Nathan noticed a faint stinging in his arms and looked at them for the first time in what seemed like forever. They were covered in gauze and at the tips of were the gauze ended he could see the burn scars from...the accident. Nathan felt a pang guilt, the damage he had caused would cost the family and the local government much, all because he got angry.
No matter, what happened is in the past and there is no changing that, there's no use living in it. With that in mind, Nathan straitened up his stature and waited, hoping no one talked to him until the sedatives completely left his body.
However with most of the sedatives gone, Nathan noticed a faint stinging in his arms and looked at them for the first time in what seemed like forever. They were covered in gauze and at the tips of were the gauze ended he could see the burn scars from...the accident. Nathan felt a pang guilt, the damage he had caused would cost the family and the local government much, all because he got angry.
No matter, what happened is in the past and there is no changing that, there's no use living in it. With that in mind, Nathan straitened up his stature and waited, hoping no one talked to him until the sedatives completely left his body.
Karnog had set himself in a trance as he usually did while forging, it allowed him to think on other things as he swung the hammer, it was basically muscle memory at this point. He thought back to the dunmer, not the annoying one but the blade. Why would he want us? Criminals of all people, to help save the land. By all accounts it didn't make sense, the bard was next to useless, the bosmer didn't do much besides burn, the other dunmer was going to get herself killed with her arrogance, and then there was him. Karnog was never what one would call a "team player" it was ingrained in his mind since he was a but a whelp.
"You are the chosen of Malacath!" the voice of the old wise woman echoed in his head "You mustn't rely on the strengths of others for you have the strength of a god!" Karnog never did completely buy what she was selling but he always was able to do what he needed by himself. Maybe, just maybe he might like this.
With a shake of his head Karnog said "Bah! This forging is making me all soft." With a huff, Karnog lifted the head of the battleaxe, turning it around and looked for imperfections. Satisfied, Karnog cooled of the ax head and started to fit it onto the handle. After several minutes of that, Karnog began to wrap the handle in the leather so that the vibrations from hitting and blocking don't shake the weapon out of his hands. With a final accessory, several hawk feathers within the wholes of the axe head, Karnog donned the armor he had bought, put the battleaxe in his holster and headed for the tavern.
On arrival he was met with weary stares from the patrons. Ignoring them Karnog went up to the bar and bought an ale. Seeing both the dunmer and the witch hunter in the tavern, Karnog sat a comfortable distance from the dunmer and nursed his drink. Awaiting the others to arrive.
"You are the chosen of Malacath!" the voice of the old wise woman echoed in his head "You mustn't rely on the strengths of others for you have the strength of a god!" Karnog never did completely buy what she was selling but he always was able to do what he needed by himself. Maybe, just maybe he might like this.
With a shake of his head Karnog said "Bah! This forging is making me all soft." With a huff, Karnog lifted the head of the battleaxe, turning it around and looked for imperfections. Satisfied, Karnog cooled of the ax head and started to fit it onto the handle. After several minutes of that, Karnog began to wrap the handle in the leather so that the vibrations from hitting and blocking don't shake the weapon out of his hands. With a final accessory, several hawk feathers within the wholes of the axe head, Karnog donned the armor he had bought, put the battleaxe in his holster and headed for the tavern.
On arrival he was met with weary stares from the patrons. Ignoring them Karnog went up to the bar and bought an ale. Seeing both the dunmer and the witch hunter in the tavern, Karnog sat a comfortable distance from the dunmer and nursed his drink. Awaiting the others to arrive.
Yeah, if you want you should totally go for it. Would probably do both our characters some good to have someone with first hand experience on what the other is feeling.
If worse comes to worse, you could just say they died.
Alias: Vulcan
Secret ID: Nathaniel Corewood
Nickname(s): Nathan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nationality: U.S.
Physical Description: Nathan is above average, to put it bluntly. Not wholly unattractive and built pretty solidly, he stands at 6'4 and weighs around 190 pounds. His eyes are green, his hair a dirty blond, and skin a little tan. Still, he isn't someone who could woo you off your feet with just a seductive gaze and the musculature is just that, above average. The only abnormal thing about Nathan is his arms which are covered in burn scars from a past power mishap.
General Personality: Pretty level headed, Nathan isn't one for drama and won't take sides in inter group drama unless its affecting someone directly, as to say physical violence. Nathan likes the more simple things in life, like beating a high score, doing more push ups than yesterday, and not exploding things by accident. However due to the nature of Nathans powers, his personality may have been conditioned to be this way.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Powers/Abilities: Super strength, toughness, and stamina Nathan is quite the power house. However this is only a fraction of his capabilities. Nathan is the vessel of primeval rage. Emotions, in their most basic state are forces of great power with the capability to do as much harm as good. Because of this, Nathan can open and close the gates of rage and is able to shoot bolts of highly destructive energy, inspire righteous fury into his allies, and generally mess stuff up.
Weaknesses: At base power, Nathan can only lift a small car, deflect small arms fire, and run nonstop for about an hour. However with the addition of rage, these powers can hypothetically raise indefinitely. But rage is a powerful, self destructive power and many vessels of it die from being consumed by it. Rage manifests itself by heat, but as the vessels rage grows it the veins will glow, skin will split, and boiling blood will spill out until only fire leaves the body. The skin will form into rock and the rage will spread to others, turning righteous fury into murderous rage. This will continue until the vessel reins himself in, or dies. Consumed by rage until his body is no more. While this happens, Nathans mind also reverts to its baser instincts, relying on primitive animal logic when dealing with threats. Only a trusted friend would be able to shake him out of it. Luckily this rarely happens, there is very few things that can make Nathan that angry. However, to try and prevent it from happening in the first place, Nathan is equipped with a spine rig filled with sedatives.
Weapon/Equipment:
The mask is something Nathan has had for years, the damage seen comes from the infamous "Alaska Incident". It is highly durable and very dear to Nathan.
Your run of the mill tactical vest. Holds a Mark XIX Desert Eagle .50 AE and several clips of ammo. Also contains a basic first aid kit.
Like all tech related to Nathan, the gauntlets were maid to contain his volatile powers. They function as an early warning system by glowing red instead of blue when energy levels turn hazardous. Incredibly durable they give Nathan a monumental punch.
The RIG is a complicated piece of machinery that regulates Nathans power levels by injecting a sedative unknown to all but the highest ranking medical professionals in Sanctum. Unlike other sedatives, this one only makes the user calm but completely aware and combat ready.
Fighting Style: In contrast to his personality, Nathan fights brutally and efficiently with no flair or banter with enemies. He will try to aim for the joints, breaking them to subdue his opponents. However if rage were to take over Nathan becomes an engine of destruction, sending forth bolts of death and ripping enemies limb from limb.
Secret ID: Nathaniel Corewood
Nickname(s): Nathan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nationality: U.S.
Physical Description: Nathan is above average, to put it bluntly. Not wholly unattractive and built pretty solidly, he stands at 6'4 and weighs around 190 pounds. His eyes are green, his hair a dirty blond, and skin a little tan. Still, he isn't someone who could woo you off your feet with just a seductive gaze and the musculature is just that, above average. The only abnormal thing about Nathan is his arms which are covered in burn scars from a past power mishap.
General Personality: Pretty level headed, Nathan isn't one for drama and won't take sides in inter group drama unless its affecting someone directly, as to say physical violence. Nathan likes the more simple things in life, like beating a high score, doing more push ups than yesterday, and not exploding things by accident. However due to the nature of Nathans powers, his personality may have been conditioned to be this way.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Powers/Abilities: Super strength, toughness, and stamina Nathan is quite the power house. However this is only a fraction of his capabilities. Nathan is the vessel of primeval rage. Emotions, in their most basic state are forces of great power with the capability to do as much harm as good. Because of this, Nathan can open and close the gates of rage and is able to shoot bolts of highly destructive energy, inspire righteous fury into his allies, and generally mess stuff up.
Weaknesses: At base power, Nathan can only lift a small car, deflect small arms fire, and run nonstop for about an hour. However with the addition of rage, these powers can hypothetically raise indefinitely. But rage is a powerful, self destructive power and many vessels of it die from being consumed by it. Rage manifests itself by heat, but as the vessels rage grows it the veins will glow, skin will split, and boiling blood will spill out until only fire leaves the body. The skin will form into rock and the rage will spread to others, turning righteous fury into murderous rage. This will continue until the vessel reins himself in, or dies. Consumed by rage until his body is no more. While this happens, Nathans mind also reverts to its baser instincts, relying on primitive animal logic when dealing with threats. Only a trusted friend would be able to shake him out of it. Luckily this rarely happens, there is very few things that can make Nathan that angry. However, to try and prevent it from happening in the first place, Nathan is equipped with a spine rig filled with sedatives.
Weapon/Equipment:
The mask is something Nathan has had for years, the damage seen comes from the infamous "Alaska Incident". It is highly durable and very dear to Nathan.
Your run of the mill tactical vest. Holds a Mark XIX Desert Eagle .50 AE and several clips of ammo. Also contains a basic first aid kit.
Like all tech related to Nathan, the gauntlets were maid to contain his volatile powers. They function as an early warning system by glowing red instead of blue when energy levels turn hazardous. Incredibly durable they give Nathan a monumental punch.
The RIG is a complicated piece of machinery that regulates Nathans power levels by injecting a sedative unknown to all but the highest ranking medical professionals in Sanctum. Unlike other sedatives, this one only makes the user calm but completely aware and combat ready.
Fighting Style: In contrast to his personality, Nathan fights brutally and efficiently with no flair or banter with enemies. He will try to aim for the joints, breaking them to subdue his opponents. However if rage were to take over Nathan becomes an engine of destruction, sending forth bolts of death and ripping enemies limb from limb.
Name: Colin Daniels
Age: 19
Nickname: Dan or Danny
Scars: Surgery scars along his lower leg due to a compound fracture.
Tattoos:
Outfit: Casual wear. His usual line up is a hoody over a t-shirt, boxers, worn out sneakers, and jeans usually have wear and tear holes on the knees.
Problem/Addiction: PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder), alcoholism.
Biography: Colin grew up a fairly normal kid, nothing too outstanding about him. He got average grades, had an average job, had a couple friends, and had a great relationship with his parents. However that changed when he went out to a party, after a couple of drinks Colin got a little tipsy and went outside. Deciding it was a nice night he felt like a walk was in order. As Colin stumbled around town, a man pulled him into an alleyway and roughed him a bit. With Colin dazed the attacker tried to...have his way with him. Seeing what the man was going to do, Colin freaked out and hit him with a rock that had been lying around. When the man tried to come after Colin again, he retaliated and hit him again, and again, and again, until the mans head was just paste on the ground. When Colin finally composed himself, he called the police and waited. After that day Colin hasn't really been the same, he has nightmares and flashbacks, its cost him his job, his friends, and his grades. Worried, his parents have told him to go to this support group. Having nothing else to do, Colin joins.
Age: 19
Nickname: Dan or Danny
Scars: Surgery scars along his lower leg due to a compound fracture.
Tattoos:
Located on both arms.
Outfit: Casual wear. His usual line up is a hoody over a t-shirt, boxers, worn out sneakers, and jeans usually have wear and tear holes on the knees.
Problem/Addiction: PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder), alcoholism.
Biography: Colin grew up a fairly normal kid, nothing too outstanding about him. He got average grades, had an average job, had a couple friends, and had a great relationship with his parents. However that changed when he went out to a party, after a couple of drinks Colin got a little tipsy and went outside. Deciding it was a nice night he felt like a walk was in order. As Colin stumbled around town, a man pulled him into an alleyway and roughed him a bit. With Colin dazed the attacker tried to...have his way with him. Seeing what the man was going to do, Colin freaked out and hit him with a rock that had been lying around. When the man tried to come after Colin again, he retaliated and hit him again, and again, and again, until the mans head was just paste on the ground. When Colin finally composed himself, he called the police and waited. After that day Colin hasn't really been the same, he has nightmares and flashbacks, its cost him his job, his friends, and his grades. Worried, his parents have told him to go to this support group. Having nothing else to do, Colin joins.
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