Raijinslayer

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

[@SolGrim]Don't be giving Drosil these ideas, he'll actually try them . . . and likely blow himself up in the process, as he only knows the basics of enchanting and rune magic, enough to make something sturdier or make his clothes tougher than they appear, as well as giving slight bonus to skills and abilities. So slight they might as well not even be there, to be honest.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

"What is life but a testament of all the regrets you've suffered."

Name: Itsuki

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Height & Weight: 6ft, 175 lbs

Sexuality: Straight

CCG Rating: SS-

CCG Title: The Hunter

Mask:

Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be.

RC Type: Rinkaku

Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well.

While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque.

The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain.

Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him.

Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul.

This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving a large hole in his life, but he didn't want to have this tragedy phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as humans, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up in his studies, burying himself in his work, all the while secretly trying to drown out his sorrow. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that time, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades and school life seemed to get better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,as he knew discovery was just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance encounter with another student at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat.

She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was an extremely ironic and terrifying scenario was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together.

This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become grown deeply in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed like she was anxious or nervous around, almost like she didn't care. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died.

And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't goong to let the monsters who did this get away with it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghouls were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that hell, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular desire for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the jungle, where the strong reign and the weak are slaughtered.

A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance about a month before. . . but at what cost? He has no clue of what to do next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with in it's charred remains.

Other:
Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls.

My overlord and Savior( besides God) is sugar. I will do everything and anything for my next sugar fix

Vault of Rising Thunder.

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Name
Jackson McCarthy
Gender
Male
Age
19
Nationality
British
Element
Fire or Lightning/Electricity
Role
Lancer or Heart (Not the element.)

Appearance
Jackson's is a 6'2 red-haired stick of a man, his lanky frame having very little in the way of defined muscle or meat present on them. He has pale skin and a multitude of freckles on his shoulders, chest and face, though the ones on his face are rather light, nearly blending in with his skin in certain light. His eyes are heterochromatic, with one being a dark emerald green and the other being a golden hazel, giving him a rather strange and , to some people, discomforting gaze. As previously stated, his hair is red, well, more of a deep auburn to be honest, but he's also dyed in green and gold highlights through out to match his eyes. His hair is rather wavy, and he usually lets it hang free to his shoulders, but sometimes he also ties it up into a ponytail, if he feels likely he needs to be a bit classy. As a young male, he's got a burgeoning beard growing upon his lips. And by burgeoning, I mean he's got some stubble that's somewhat thick, but you can't really call it a beard yet.

As for clothes, he's pretty much all casual, all the time, usually leaving his abode with some form of graphic tee, baggy blue jeans, sneakers or boots(depends on weather and what he plans to do), and one of his many precious jackets, usually ones with a bazillion pockets hidden throughout them. At the start of this RP(AKA, his time of death), he'll be wearing one of his favorites, a black leather jacket with a picture of a dragon skull on the back, a banner between it's teeth reading "Here be Dragons"

As for his face, I guess you could say he's off the good looking sort. He's not model quality or anything, but his friends tell him he's above average in this department. He switches between glasses and contacts for style purposes, though he does need them to see, and it's been said he looks better wearing glasses then not, so he does tend to wear them a lot.

Personality
Riley is a rather nice guy for the most part, the type who minds his manners, gets good grades, respects his elders, so on and so forth. However, he's about as stubborn and bull-headed as they come in terms of what he thinks is right and how he thinks things should be done. Confronting him on these kinds of things often leads to igniting his temper, which is usually rather hard to do. His somewhat self-righteous behavior also leads to him to be somewhat preachy at times when he notices other people doing things he knows to be bad for them, and while he tries his best not to do this cause he knows it's going to get people pissed at him, it's usually unsuccessful.

Riley also has a bit of a hero complex, always eager to help people out, sometimes to a bit of a disturbing degree. He's got a couple of scars from times when he's gotten into very dangerous situations in order to help people, including complete strangers.

Backstory
1-3 Paragraphs of description. Try to be different from the existing planeteers, from your continent of origin to background and lifestyle. Keep in mind, Gaia doesn't choose the ringbearers based on how environmentally conscious they are, so don't feel pressured into writing an eco-warrior (Unless, like, you want to write that, man.)

Likes
4-5 Things. As little or as much detail as you want.
Dislikes
See above.

[closed]

Wrote up a post. A bit wordy in the dialogue, but I figured this was a good moment to let James talk a bit. And yes, he didn't offer a single explanation on his rot power on purpose. He's curious to see how the others will react to it.

[closed]

James Lockheart

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Mhril, Baron's estate, Some office

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James chuckled a bit at Evangeline's initial response to his question, a hollow and dry laught that didn't carry and real humor to it. He repositioned himself a bit so that he was reclining into the chair, no longer carving in the corruptive energy he now possessed into the fancy piece of carpentry, though the damage that had been done to the chair had made the leg rather unstable. As Evangeline brought up his little 'freakout' as it were, he simply shrugged his shoulders a bit, looking off to the side as he considered getting himself another sandwich, since she didn't seem to want one. He had no real explanation for what had happened to him, or was currently happening to him as an apparent result, but it had helped him to kill the beast, so he didn't mind too much. It was simply another mystery that seemed like more trouble than it was worth to get into.

His aloof manner apparently was causing Evangeline some distress however, as he notice how her body seemed to tense up a bit, the dilation of her eyes barely visible as she slammed her hands onto the desk, almost demanding answers about why he was so come in the face of these events . . . and if he'd noticed anything strange during the battle. I wonder if she's wondering why I'm not bothered by the killings or the fat that weird things seemed to have happened to us? Probably both now that i think about it James didn't answer immediately, taking the time to collect his thoughts, his dark red eyes swiveling from Evangeline to Cidolphus to Sable, the last two having entered after the Saboteur's outburst. Once they had each said their piece, James decided that it was about time for him to give his own thoughts on the matter, turning his eyes to Evangeline again.

"I'm calm because I don't see anything to freak out about. I'm alive, I've got all my arms and limbs, and as far as I can figure, i have enough sanity intact to properly do my job. That's all I truly care about at the moment. If the deaths of those soldiers are bothering you, than I can't help you. I didn't know any of them, and even if I did, they knew the job they were signing up for. Death is always waiting for us, the cold blade of it's scythe held to our necks with every waking moment." James chose this moment to stand, reaching his full height as he proceeded to make a slow lap around the room, drawing a single finger along the wall as he did so. A line of black rot would follower the appendege, marking the power his inner beast had given him with it's influence. "If it's the strange events that happened on that battlefield, again, I can't help you. As far as what happened, I can't say I saw much since I was a bit busy fighting a giant murder bird to notice much of what was going on the ground. From what little I did see, it seems that we aren't as human as we believed ourselves to be."

James finished his circuit around the room as he finished speaking, a curl of black smoke seeming to trail from his finger as he removed it from the wall, a stray thought factoring in that he should probably avoid damaging anymore of the Baron's things, lest he be held accountable for them, or worse yet, get them kicked out of the man's home.

"In all honesty, I don't know why I'm as calm about this as I am. Maybe it's because I have no memories of anything before the SOLDIER program, only vague glimpses of a past life. . . and those brief glimpses have given me such vivid nightmares that I never truly dare to go digging into my past. I'm a SOLDIER. It's is how I live, and it'll be how I die, whether it be today, tomorrow, or ten years from now. I've never truly felt a strong fear of my own mortality, nor have I truly felt any truly powerful feelings since I first came to be aware of myself in my room after the initial trials of the Program. I believe that they're sealed up with the rest of my memories, and if they'll cause me to give such an outburst as you've done, Evangeline, than I'd rather not have them. No offense to you, or any of you really, but I'd rather remain as I am. It's not exciting or thrilling for the most part to be me, but at least I know I'm sane. From the glimpses I have had into my own head, memories revealed in certain moments of recollection . . . I can say for certain that the man I used to be was significantly less so."

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

Damian Alexander Ahote Mallory

Basic Information

Name:

Damian Alexander Ahote Mallory, but he prefers to go by Alex

Age:

22

Gender:

Male

Appearance & Attire:

Reference pic because I'm garbage at description

Damian has grown a bit taller since his time at the academy, now standing at an even 6 ft and weighing in at around 172 pounds or so, a little on the heavier side of what's to be expected but he attributes that to some weight added on by his prosthetic arm. While he's technically a mix of Native American and Irish, most people wouldn't be able to tell. From his long jet black hair, to his tanned skin, to the structure of his face, he seems to have gotten most of his looks from his mother, the only thing he really seemed to have gotten from his father were the greenish tinge that spread out in a sort of starburst formation from the pupils of his hazel eyes, and a faint dusting of freckles along the bridge of his nose and upper cheekbones.

His body is pretty lean and, thanks to NEST training, somewhat muscular as well. His torso, however, is a mess of scars, both surgical and strangers ones that seem almost like someone had scrapped skin from his body, leaving slight depressions in his skin. He also has these surrounding his eyes as well, but he starts everyday by hiding them with cover up to avoid questions. He hates having to use make-up, but he'd rather not get into discussions about how he got said scars if possible. That being said, the discussion comes up anyway when people see his prosthetic right arm, so it's always a question of why even bother most days. He tries to hide it by wrapping it up in bandages, but that only brings up more questions, making it a never-ending cycle of futility, though that's never stopped him from trying.

His usual attire is nothing fancy most of the time, usually just a light jacket over the long sleeve shirt, some worn blue jeans, and regular black shoes. When he's on duty, he wears the basic Nest uniform. He wears a pendant around his neck, a simple one that has a piece of amber that's been shaped into a horn. It's the only thing he has to know his mother by, and treasures it dearly because of that.

Skills/Talents:

He's a programmer and a gamer, never having worked out a day in his life that wasn't part of a school curriculum. He also likes to draw from time to time, and has gotten rather good at it since his time at the academy. That being said, he still doesn't consider himself as being that good more often than not. He's also gained some skills in hand-to-hand combat thanks to his Nest training, as well as some marksman training. He's decent in both, but more skilled in the latter than the former.

Brief Backstory:

Alex lived with his father in the city of Verthaven, with his father being a highly respected member of the community and just the two of them living in two-story house in Union-Point hills. He had only the faintest memories of his mother, who had died before he could remember. He had never been told how his mother died, and while obviously curious once he became old enough to become aware of that fact, he never could bring himself to ask his father. He had always felt a deep sadness in his father, one that always seemed to grow whenever his mother was mentioned.

He discovered his affinity with Technopathy when he was around 7 or 8, when his dad found him flipping channels on the T.V. just by staring at it. His father was so happy that he didn't even care that earlier that same day, he'd been suspended for getting into a fight with another student. 'Ah, You've just got a temper is all, just like your mother. Haha, she would've killed you for this, but before worrying over you like a fussy hen over her eggs.' It was one of the few times he'd ever heard his father speak about his without any sadness in his voice. It was only years later that he'd find out why his father was so elated, beyond fatherly pride that is.

4 years come and go without major incident, with Alex's father trying and failing to teach him how to use his abilities due to the differences in how they functioned, until one day when disaster strikes. As the son of a prominent Meta-human doctor, it was an inevitable conclusion that he'd eventually be targeted, yet it once his father never felt the need to plan for. he felt that with NEST and the police on the look out for the gangs and terrorist that'd try to go after his son would never be able to make it. His over-confidence in the government's capabilities was misplaced, however, as Alex was kidnapped on his way home from school by the ever mysterious Hands of Science. He and some other carefully selected Meta-humans of all ages and classes, were to become test subjects for a weapon the notorious group had created through their research, an insidious device that caused a Meta-humans cells to begin the Ashing process. The test took place in the Ghost Town, away from prying eyes and all Alex could do was watch in horror as dozens of people were killed in cold-blood, fading away until there was nothing left. Not every execution went off without a hitch, however , as some were only partially turned before the Ashing halted, leaving only half-living corpses in their lace. As he stared down the barrel, facing death as it began to charge an the end coming ever nearer, he prayed to god for some miracle to save him from death. But soon, all he could feel was pain as the world exploded around him .

It wouldn't be for another 4 years, at the age of 16, that Alex would finally open his eyes again, though he'd be quick to realize they weren't the ones he was born with. His sight was too crisp, too clean,, his eyes felt heavy in his head. Only half-thoughts could form as he looked around, only to be suddenly engulfed by his father in a extremely tight hug as he sobbed hysterically, tears flooding down his face, which had aged so much that it startled him. Over the next few months, ALex would be told of how NEST found him and the other surviving Meta's after noticing an odd level of power fluctuations in ghost Town. They arrived on the scene immediately, soon discovering the building the test were being held in and busting their way in. They found Alex along with the few other survivors, his body rapidly beginning to break down as the process began. He had been rushed to the hospital, where his father himself had operated on him, doing everything he could and more to save his son's life. He succeeded in the end, but not without severe consequences. Alex's eyes and arm had suffered catastrophic damage and had to be removed completely, as well as his brain and heart suffering from serious damage that left him comatose and tied to a machine. Many saw Alex as a terminal case, with little chance of making it through anymore, and told his father to just pull the plug and end his suffering. His father promptly told those people that they could take their opinion and go fuck themselves with it, before heading off to his labs, determined not to lose the only family he had left. It had taken years of work, research and pushing himself to the limits of his ability for him to become the man he is today, a pioneer in prosthetic technology, and more importantly, the man who gave his son back his life.

The next two years have been spent on physical therapy, as his muscle had atrophied due to disuse over the years, and also making sure everything was functioning properly. Once his father deemed him fit, as his recovery was sped up through the use of his father's other machines, his father decided it was time for him to learn how to use his abilities and how to control them, especially his rage-based ones, in order to prevent this kind of event from happening again. In truth, his father wanted him to have his powers suppressed to eliminate the danger entirely, and Alex was tempted to do so as well, but then his father told him of how his mother died, using her power, which was a similar form of emotional manipulation only more focused on defensive use than offensive, to save his father from an attack from a powerful Meta-human criminal. She had never really made use of her powers before, seeing no need to, and while it was strong enough to save many, many lives, the strain was too much for her to handle and she Ashed away right in front of him. Alex didn't want to lock up his power, he didn't ant to live in fear of it. Knowing of his mother's sacrifice, he felt as inspired as he felt saddened. He wouldn't allow himself to be but in that same situation. He learned first hand that danger always comes when you least expect it, so he at least wanted to learn how to fight back. HIs father was against it at first, but once he saw the stubborn look in Alex's eye that was so much like his mother's, he couldn't resist and gave in. He worked some added safety measures into his arm and sent him of to Academy 218, hoping that he made the right choice.

At the academy, he'd initially have his doubts about how well he'd be able to actually relate with his fellow students, as he was there for very different reasons than most of them, but in the end he found his fears to be mostly unfounded. He got along with people, made friends, enemies, and just livd his life as best he could. It was pretty fun . . . until the academy was suddenly attacked. The lights went out, people were screaming, and there was nothing but chaos and mayhem through out the school. Amidst the action, Alex somehow found himself facing off against one of the intruders, barely being able to hold him back until they called a retreat, and almost pushing himself to asking again from the process of not only defending himself, but some other students that had gotten caught in the cross-fire.

After the incident, Alex's mind was more set than ever on what he wanted for his future, and what he needed to learn if he were to accomplish his goals. He swore that that would be the last time he found himself so helpless against another person ever again, and as soon as he was able, he signed up to join NEST. TO say the transition in life style from somewhat spoiled rich kid to NEST cadet was jarring is quite the understatement, and Alex would be lying if he said that he didn't feel like he just wasn't met for this kind of work at times. But he pushed those thoughts to the side, and kept on pushing, and after he got over his first hump, the rest came to him with moderate ease. While still a cadet, he's been assigned to an officer in New Riviére for some on the job training, to learn the ins and outs of the field from a professional.

Power Information

Power Class:

Super-System, Cerebral

Power:

Technopathy: This is an ability he inherited from his father, though instead of gaining control of the hardware like his father, his son has a more intimate connection with technology. He doesn't command them so much as ask them to do what he wants, the download and uploading of data in and out of his head being more like a conversation than a strict process. The software, the coding and programs that form the synapses of the technology and tell it what to do is his domain. This allows him to interact with the tiny constructor drones in his robotic prosthetic, guiding their movements and actions with remarkable ease, as well as the queen, which were built by his father. The drones and the arm are made from a experimental metal alloy that has been infused with Meta-human energy, making it resistant to the abilities of other Metahumans.

Alex main use of this Technopathy is focusing more on his true passion: Coding, with a focus on game design to be precise. With his ability, there are very few computers and technologies he can't coax into giving up their secrets, if he ever decided to get into the hacking field(not to say he's never hacked before, of course, but he's done it very rarely). Also, thanks to the fact that his eyes are now all machine, he can create a form of HUD display in which he can actively scan and get a read out on a particular piece of technology, a program he created using his powers. He's done several such programs for his arm as well, from making it have capable of being a wi-fi hotspot, creating a few gigs of space using constructors in order to store his music, to even setting up a holographic display(a device he kinda hacked out from his dads files) around his arm, so he can do things like watch tv, get the time, surf the web, etc, etc

Cybernetic Enhancements: After losing his right arm, eyes, and nearly his life the first time he lost control of his powers, his father, a powerful Technopath and a highly regarded doctor, immediately set to work helping his son to recover. The drive created from his need to help make sure this event never happened again drove his powers to new heights, allowing him to control technology down to it's base materials, and from those, created entirely new technologies that previously wouldn't be thought easily possible. With this new power in hand, he slowly but surely began to work on advanced prosthetics, a slow and steady process of over 5 years and numerous prototypes where his son was the main test subject. Eventually, he was able to get them to their current level of aptitude.

Along with the arm, he also has a cybernetic eye replacements, allowing him to see as normal, though they are capable of scanning people vitals(which causes his eyes to change like so when activated) and if they are suffering any injuries on their person or exhibiting signs of heighten electrical activity(so he knows who to stay away from), a symbiotic heart implant, as that was also dangerously damaged during the event and was the first thing that his father worked to create, as he likely wouldn't have made it past the age of 15 without it. There are also a few others that help make sure that everything else in his body stays functional.

Along with having all of the functionality of a regular arm, is also has an array of offensive and defensive tools incorporated into it, as well as some more luxury-features that Alex later added in with his own abilities. These include a decent amount of enhanced strength and durability(more so in the later than the former), allowing him to lift people much larger than him with ease and take a blow from Meta-humans with super strength with barely a dent in the casing. His shoulder and part of his torso has been reinforced and fitted with advanced shock-absorbers, so as to minimize the damage that such actions and impacts would have on the rest of his body. The arm also has a built in taser, so along as someone comes is in physical contact with the arm, they'll be in for a world of hurt, and this can be used at a range by having his drones build darts to launch at his foes.

The drones themselves are phenomenal works of engineering by his father, able to make anything from bed sheets to high powered laptops and even greater than that as well, as long as they have a blueprint coded into the software. On hand, Alex has about every blueprint one could ever need for the luxury items in his life, but he also has a cool little tool that he kinda begged out of his dad, who also repurposed it for less emergency based needs. Basically, Alex can summon a force field that has three modes:Comfort, Personal defense, Group Defense. In more detail, he has a device in his arm(that he can also make for others using his drones) that can cover him in a field of modified Meta-human energy, using him as the battery. In comfort mode, it basically keeps him warm and protection him from air and waterborne hazards by filtering them out or simply blocking them, as well as keeping the temperature around his body relatively comfortable in regards to his surroundings. The field is completely invisible and fits solely around his body, almost like a second skin. Personal defense mode makes it a bit more visible, as it forms a malleable oval that bends and contorts in conjunction with his body, and provides moderate level of protection from physical attacks, and a noticeably better protection from elemental based attacks. This is what he uses in a fight and to keep his heart from immediately getting shut down while engaging with an Electrokinetic. Heavy physical blows(from either super-strength Meta-humans or having large things thrown at him) can overcome the shield's capacity to defend if the force is too great, leading to Alex suffering more intensive injury, though likely much less than what he would've been exposed to without it. Against elementals, he has more of an advantage in protecting himself from harm, but if he got hit with a concentrated blast of their attack, in most cases, it cause his shielding to weaken, and thus, provide an opening for them to strike. The final form is for when he needs to protect a group, and is the strongest of the three, covering up to 10 meters in diameter. While the energy consumed is usually his, if he can get a volunteer to stick a needle in their arm, connected to his, he can share the burden with them, making the shield that much more stable.

Limits:

The constructor bots guidelines have been reworked to more properly align themselves with his new line of work. Lethal weapons and explosives can now be created, though there must be an active threat in the area in order for this to be done. The size limit remains the same as before, nothing bigger than what would fit in a 6ft circumference.

When engaging with technology, he needs to focus on his 'conversation' with the software, so he can't do if there's a lot of distractions nearby or he's suffering under some kind of duress.

The constructors drones run on his meta-human energy, and the amount they take is related to the size and complexity of an item, with complexity taking a lot more out of him than size. Something like a laptop, tablet, or smartphone will leave him feeling, while relatively small in size, will leave him quite fatigued after making it due to how complex the machinery is. Making a large blanket or comforter, however, is rather easy. The time it takes for him to create something goes from anywhere between 5-45 seconds depending on the item. Making the Porta-shield, the most complex thing he can build, will leave him very much drained and maybe even slightly paralyzed.

When it comes to the porta-shield, the drain is relative to the strain being put on it. Comfort mode is the easiest to maintain, so much so that he can keep it on indefinitely in most cases, the drain is so minor. It starts to get to him, however, when he's stuck in extremes of either weather cycle, and while it'll still take a while for him to run low on energy, he'll have to conserve what he has access to more efficiently, less he ends up stuck in the snow with a metal arm. Personal defense is tougher to maintain, definitely something he won't be using for extended periods of time if he can avoid it. The protection can be overcome if hit by a strong enough blow attack, and the shield doesn't completely block out physical attacks either, as he'll still be knocked back and stagger, it just that he won't have to worry about broken bones along with it. Given the drain, this is one that he tends to only use against foes where he's definitely going to be in for a bad time if he doesn't. Group protection is the one that can kill him f he's not careful and doing it alone. While maintaining it by itself is rather easy, once it's put under strain, it really starts eating through his energy. If it's overcome by the attack the shield will give out final shockwave in attempt to knock the aggressor back. F he has enough energy in him, he can throw in a flash bang as well, to disorient them while people either attack or try to escape. After using this, Alex is almost always down for the count, barely able to move, think, or speak, let alone create anything. This is an extreme last resort move, when their is no other option to keep either himself or a group alive.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

The Queen that creates the Constructor Drones and provides the with materials(who synthesizes them by feeding passively feeding on ALex's Meta-human energy) to build, which are rather small at about 2-3 cm in length, is embedded in his shoulder. If that area is ever damaged, or if the queen is ever compromised, then Alex will lose all ability to over his constructors, and maybe in his arm if the damage is severe enough. The Arm also has a weak spot on the inside of the elbow, so a strong hit there could probably rip right through and either remove or disable everything to the south of that point.

Due to the fact that his constructors have a finite material amount to build with, he can only build a limited amount of things before his drones need to refil, which would take about 1-2 minutes if he completely exhausts them(like if he made a ridiculously good laptop or the Porta-shield), but usually takes him about 30 seconds or so if he's still got some in reserve.

Due to his mechanical parts, even though the material they're made of was meant to be resistant to Meta-Human powers, are highly susceptible to strong electrical currents. So if Alex is charged with enough true electricity, then any and all of his prosthetics could shut down, leaving him potentially blind, unable to use one of his arms, and suffering from cardiac arrest due to his heart suddenly stoping. That latter is a problem for most, but for him the risk is especially high.

He suffers from splitting headaches and debilitating nausea when he's close contact with electromagnetic waves, as they interfere with the machines in his head. If one were to focus a beam or something of that nature of electro-magnetic waves at him, they'd temporarily short circuit and he'd be instantly knocked out, and stay like that for a good five minutes or so, give or take.

Can't swim that well do to the fact that his body is kinda lopsided in the wait department, so water is definitely something to be careful of.

Relationships

Family:

Nita Mallory: Mother(Deceased)

Braden Mallory: Father

Dynamics:

Basically your character's relationship with other characters.
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Other

• Alex is a creative and romantic sort, prone to flights of fancy and chasing various ideals that pop into his head. He has a bit of a temper, but tries very heard to keep it in check, often taking part in things like Yoga, Tai-chi, and meditation to help him stay calm. Other than that, he's also a bit of a jokester, always ready to make a sarcastic reply or a joke, though whether he's any good at it depends on who you ask. Despite his near death experience, he's quite care free, except when it comes to his abilities, not really stressing much on anything.
• Is currently taking remedial classes in order to catch up on the six years of school he's missed. It's a lot of work to do, and in not a lot of time, but he's busting his ass to get it done. That means that he tends to spend a lot of time by himself or in the library studying and practicing like there's no tomorrow.
• Hates Carrots and Greens
• Is somewhat addicted to sugary foods
• Is a relative open-minded person and always ready to make new friends
• Alex has created a Artifical Intelligence using his coding skills, Technopathy, and a few brain scans talen from some of his father's patents and from his friend, Diana. In fact, she was the main reason he was able to make a good amount of progress, as the scan gave him a great amount of data on a fully intact and healthy human brain. The A.I goes by the name Nora(self-named much to Alex's chargin) and she's been in activation for about 1 and a half years. She serves as Alex's assistant for most days, but can also assist him in hacking and decryption as well, though she's not as good.
  
  One odd observation that Nora has made is that Diane is technically her mother and Alex her father, as such, she tends to want to talk to Diane whenever possible and also emulates her behavior to an extent. Something Alex doesn't necessarily like, as he's afraid of what people will think of him because of it. Not only that, but he finds Nora's insitanxe in gender, names, and recently, wanting a body to be both interesting and annoying. He wonders if this desire to express indoviduality is due to the use of Diane's brain or just a natural progression. Either way, she's his most annoying accomplishment and is constantly hooked into his head through wireless connection, the main server holding her consciousness is located at wherever his current residence is.

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

@Mr Allen JEdits have been made, so I assume he's good to post in the Char tab, right?

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

@Mr Allen JSo should I cut it out or specify on the drain a bit more? Also, to be honest, i kinda forgot about the shield somehow while adding in the enhancement thing, I guess cause it's been awhile since I played this character. As for the cybernetics, with the ones I added in cut out, then the main thing is his arm, which is definitely more dangerous now thanks to him receiving training, but it's also just an arm. It can't protect all of him. As I currently see the shield, Jessica could probably deal a good amount of damage to him through it if she were to hit him with either one of her full-powered swings(which would probably break or fracture a bone) or to get him a couple of times with her average ones, the damage building up over time just like in a real fight.

Against elementals, he has more of an advantage in protecting himself from harm, but if he got hit with a concentrated blast of their attack, in most cases, it cause his shielding to weaken, and thus, provide an opening for them to strike. Would the shield be better if I added in these specifications on the shields capabilities?

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

@Mr Allen JOkay, I'll get rid of the added enhancements then. Any other issues?

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

Shadar Maeneld

"Whelp, I've got to stay here for a while longer till the healer's free, so I say that we have a round of drinks or something to celebrate the win. I won't be paying a cent, of course, because I have no part in Drosil wager, so I suggest you get it out of him at a later date." Shadar muttered as he approached, glancing at the others before taking out his sketch pad and sitting on the ground, beginning to work on a sketch of the scorpion girl. He'd directed the last comment to Dalious, as he figured the pirate would try to get his due out of him. That, however, would be Drosil's problem, not his, and quite a problem it would be considering the mage didn't have very much in the ways of funds on him. Being a freelance researcher meant having to make due with very, very little funding for what you did, and Drosil tended to be to busy with his studies to do any real work. Most of their food had to be caught, though given their skills, that usually wasn't a problem he had to worry about. Protection from the elements, however, was not as easily solved, something that the northern climate they were in served to remind him very, very well of.

As Shadar worked out the basic shapes and lines of the scorpion woman's frame, he returned to his beginning sketch of Joy, or Vesta as she was now to be called, and began to fill in the details. After the annoyance _{and slight guilt} of the previous bout, he felt a need to lose himself ever so slightly in his favored hobby. He'd continue to alternate between the two, absent-mindedly turning his gaze over to Vesta from time to time to get a reminder of any subtle details he may have forgotten. Her picture was a simple portrait of the woman giving her trademark frown at an invisible fool, looking rather unamused at whatever she was seeing. The picture of Thuraya was still more of a sketch than anything else, showed her in mid-charge towards the audience, her blade thrusting out in front of her in a reckless, yet powerful charge. As he worked, an onlooker might be able to note the odd nature of his writing implement, which seemed to be a quill with all the feather removed and inscribed with tiny runes. Whenever as mistake was made, Shadar would click his tongue, press a rune close to the tip, and point his quill at the offensive line. The ink would soon disperse into dust, falling write off the page and riding the air current down towards the dirt. A trinket made by Drosil with some help from an enchanter he befriended in Jasi, it was a rather nifty device, and it did wonders to help him with his works.