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Name: Raymond 'Ray' Shaw
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Side: Neutral leaning on hero
Personality: Martin is the type of person to be liked by a very particular type of people. He has a habit of insulting people for no apparent reason as a joke and then laughing if they find it funny. He never goes too far or at least tries not to and always has the best intentions in most things he does. His way of going about things can be considered a little unorthodox, he often showbolts or teases his enemies even during a life-threatening fight. He treats his friends as well as he can while still insulting them just as much as everyone else.
Biography:
Ray's beginnings as a conduit can be considered different from a lot. Instead of being sent to Curdon Cay and having his powers trained there along with having his spirit broken, he was instead found by a veteran conduit who helped him escape the DUP and also learn how to train his powers. But I'm getting ahead of myself, Ray's real beginnings before he even gained his powers are a lot more humble than you might expect.

Ray grew up in one of the poorer areas of his humble town. His father and mother tried their best to provide for Ray and his brother and sister, but their jobs only gave them enough money to pay all of the bills they had received along with all the food and other essentials that the family needed. Ray didn't mind much, he never really ate much anyway and spent most of his time outside with his friends. Unlike a lot of his friends and the people he knew in and out of school, he actually tried to get good grades. His 'eccentric' personality would always pull him down though. He frequently got into trouble and was sent to detention, but he also got some of the best grades in the school. It's fair to say that the best grades in a failing school isn't much of an achievement, but it's better than having the worst.

His powers began to surface after he had left school. He had gotten a job at a local radio station as a sort of runner to get the higher ups drinks and whatnot. He was making some dick presenter his coffee when just about everything in the entire room stuck itself to the ceiling. Things began to float about and smash against the walls like some sort of ghost angry at architecture. This was the first burst of Ray's powers. He knew better than to blame it on the supernatural. Some part of him knew he was a conduit, he just didn't tell anyone with DUP about.

He hid his powers rather well in public. He managed to teach himself how to 'switch off' his powers whenever he noticed something floating around. He was eventually found though, by a senior conduit who had been captured and then escaped from Curdon Cay. The conduit began to follow Ray and for a very specific reason. They both had the same powers. The conduit, a Polish man named Jarik had taken inspiration from the celebrated Cole Macgrath and had decided to become a hero himself. He discovered that it was a lot harder than he had expected to 'do battle with the evil villains of the world' as he so aptly put it. He was captured after about a year of chasing down small time criminals and sent to Curdon Cay. He escaped in a transport van and was not set on being a mentor to Ray.

His chance came when Ray was unable to switch off his powers whilst in public. Things began to fling around the place, bouncing off the area around Ray like a bouncy ball in a small room. Jarik swooped in and practically threw Ray on top of the building opposite. He offered him the chance to learn more about his powers and become a 'hero' like him. Ray declined of course and was just about ready to leave when Jarik reminded him that just about everyone within earshot had just discovered that Ray was a conduit and the DUP were sure to come and lock him up. Ray wasn't happy about it, but he accepted the offer to learn more about his powers.

Soon enough Ray was ready to go on his first night of 'heroing' which was essentially helping old ladies across streets, giving sleeping bags to the homeless and paying for parking meters. Ray had to admit, while it wasn't exactly the type of work Superman could be seen doing, it was admirable for someone of such destructive capability to do something as small as give a homeless man a good conversation and a warmer bed for the night. Disaster struck one night though when an actual 'supervillain' appeared in town. He was a conduit hellbent on destroying the very people who had sent him to Curdon Cay which included just about anyone who wasn't him. Jarik and Ray arrived soon on scene and put up a good fight. Jarik was soon put down though, after a concentrated blast of plastic engulfed his face and suffocated him to death. In a fit of rage Ray crushed the conduit under his own gravity, leaving only a blood trail behind.

He later moved to New York city after deciding it was too risky to stay in his hometown or anywhere near.
Power: Gravity Manipulation
Power-: He can send concentrated concussive beams of gravity, change his own gravity and the gravity of a small area about 4ft around him, use a sort of telekenesis by manipulating the gravity around an object and adapt to any gravity so that he's not crushed by his own powers.

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Great, I'll get a base app up soon
Is this still open?
Pathfinder said
As I said I don't really mind changing the whole outcome if someone has any grievances about it.


It's fine
Daric walked out in front of the roaring crowd. He heard many heckles, but also many roars of joy. He looked at the opposite team and then at the 'team-mates' that he had been stuck with. The Elf deflected an arrow with her sword, he sort of hoped she hadn't. She seemed overly cocky for someone who didn't even know about the monarchy of the land she had been imprisoned in. Probably all bark and no bite. Everyone seemed to get in a stance of their own but not attack. If they weren't quick the archer would pick them off like stabbing mudcrabs in a barrel. Daric spun the sword around in his hand before making the rather brash decision of sprinting towards the enemy team.

He aimed for the spellcasters, readying a heat blast in his hand in case he was met with any such difficulty in slashing at them. He dodged under the swing of the nord's claymore and leaped over an arrow heading for his ankle. He felt the familiar sting of a weak firebolt spell hit him and give him more magicka to use against the mages. His race's skin made him particularly resistant to magic spells actually damaging him. He basically threw his shortsword at the mage. It whistled through the air before embedding itself through one of the mage's legs. It sent him flying to the floor and to a quick death after it allowed Daric to burn the mage's face with the spell he had readied.

He retrieved the sword from the corpses leg before holding the sword upwards in defense as the nord swung downwards onto Daric's sword, snapping it in two. Daric held what was left of the handle in his hand before throwing the blade to the ground and rolling to avoid the same fate as his sword.
Daric let out a soft chuckle as the argument between the Elf and the Orc went on. He eventually spoke up after they were done talking.
"It's funny that you should mention killing the king's guard considering we don't have a king, we have an emperor" He stood up grinning before making his way across the room and near the gates that were soon to open to let each warrior loose onto the battlefield. He hated the clothing they had given him. Rough and flimsy, about as fit for battle as a toddler was. He looked at the sword he had chosen and to the weapons the others had chosen. It would be tough fighting a few of them, his magic would come in handy, but only if he had enough time and space to use it. If his sword broke he would have to resort to using his fists. He didn't have a problem with having to do it, it just put him at a major disadvantage to most of the combatants, especially the male Orc who had just snapped an axe in two by using it against a wooden dummy. An image of the same thing happening to Daric's own skull sent a shiver up his spine. He soon regained his posture and leaned against the wall behind him. He hated not being in his own personal armour most of all. He'd spent just about every penny he had buying the bloody armour, and now it was probably crumpled up in some chest or being sold off to some cocky rich kid wanting to be an adventurer while having no combat experience. The gold made the armour extensively more expensive, but was worth it, Daric had read that it actually repelled certain types of witches and would take no precautions in his hunting. He pondered as to what would happen if he won the tournament, would he be kept as prisoner? Would he be free'd only to live out the life of a beggar? He decided to think about that if he actually got past the first round. The Orc frightened him a bit, he could probably snap Daric's sword in half if he struck it in the right place.
Sorry, I'm going to have to drop out of this. Too many posts were made in that short space of time for me to feel like I can be fully involved.
Daric moved over to one of the weapon racks before taking a gander at what was on offer. Most of it was rubbish that not even a beggar would take for defense, it almost seemed like the people running the arena didn't want the prisoners to survive. It would take more than a few rusted weapons to put Daric down though, his magicka reserves were full up and unless he was met with a particularly magic resistant enemy he probably wouldn't even have to use whatever weapon he picked up.

He eventually decided on a shortsword which was rusted around the edges at some parts from low quality maintenence. He took a seat near the door and began to think about what he'd actually do if he survived this. His reputation as a witch-hunter would probably be at an all time low and he most likely couldn't a job involving magic because of his new criminal record. He'd probably have to get some job with a band of mercenaries or something. He looked at the other contestents, they didn't seem all that special or at least nothing he'd not seen before. But then again, looks can be decieving. The filthy Orc picking his teeth from rat chunks could have been the mysterious 'Gray Fox' of the thieves guild for all Daric knew. But then again, he doubted the Gray Fox would let himself be captured so easily. Daric sat in waiting, he didn't respond to the Orc girl and merely stared at the wall in front. No point in talking to someone he might be about to kill.
Truth said
The bow irritates me a bit....


It isn't really practical in a world where guns exist in my opinion
If it's not up in the next 2 hours or so I probably won't be here to see it, so I'm fine with whenever as long as it doesn't get like 3 pages while I'm gone.
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