"Yeah, Kat didn't tell me, which means it must have been quite secretive....and a hell of a thing." James wondered. Did this change things? A new opportunity? Or something else? "We'll catch up later. For now, do you want a drink, and yeah, meet the team?" James asked, letting the others introduce themselves to Riley, keeping a fairly short reach himself, given how the team was getting on. He felt like he wasn't quite like them, he was just a manager, nothing more, nothing less. But it was good to see old faces, and well, let them relish in the pomp and circumstance.
Riley couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "Yeah that sounds like Kat. Hell, she even sprung the transfer on me super last minute. We'll definitely have more to talk about later. I've got a new team of my own. We finally got approved for field work and I'm bringing them back to Claremont. We ev-" It was in that moment he was interrupted by Black Rose.
"I'm surprised. I thought you were going to just watch longer. But, I do admire your ability to get the most out of people who wouldn't have made the cut. Anyway. If you see Salem, tell her she needs to watch her back. Or her arm. She is good at stealing, so I hope she doesn't take it personally."
Riley didn't say a word as the heroine dropped the bracelet into his hand. It took everything he had to hide the smirk in his expression. He watched the typically aloof hero trip on her dress momentarily as she walked away. From behind a nearby pillar, Salem smiled in satisfaction as a little dark energy swirled around her fingers. Of course she'd let the hero get close. She couldn't make a scene, but Riley had told her she was free to use her powers as long as no one got hurt. Mild luck draining was fair game. Not that she needed it tonight, but Salem was sending a message. She may be repenting and "playing the hero", but she wasn't taking anyone's shit for a second.
"Fair play on the distraction, Salem," said Riley as the cat burglar walked up."I'll admit I'm impressed, but I thought I said to avoid draining anyone who's going to have a camera in their face all night?"
"No worries, boss. I only took enough to make her a little woozy. Comrade Rosie will be just fine in about ten minutes. Besides, I need luck if I'm doing the job you assigned us tonight right?" Salem just fingered the talisman around her neck as Riley let out a sigh. "So is this the new team?" Salem walked right up to the Claremont table, black dress shimmering in the ballroom lights. She sat down with feline grace and addressed the table with sarcastic enthusiasm. "Good evening, folks. I'm your security for the evening tonight. Salem. Starting tomorrow I'll be your partner in crime at Claremont. We'll be getting to know each other VERY well in the coming weeks."
Riley fought off a blush of embarrassment as he watched Lightning Girl give him a confused look. "New recruit for an experimental team I put together. None of the branches wanted her on Phoenix Program so I took her along with Tsunami and Brick. We're set to be returning to Claremont and resume working with all of you." As eyes around the table started looking his way, Riley offered a curt wave.
"It's like the cat-girl said. Some of you may have heard of me. I'm Riley Ryder and I'll be returning to assist with dispatching at Claremont. Tonight however my team is working Gala security. You've all met Tsunami. Meta-Man is around as well." Riley gestured to Tsunami as he spoke. "If Kat hasn't told any of you. She's like that. Needless to say, I've been briefed on your recent... escapades, and I'm proud of the work you've been able to do. We look forward to joining the team, and hopefully..." His gaze went back and forth between Tsunami and Salem before he continued, "We are going to try and move on from any past incidents and work together as a team."
He didn't expect much of a response, but it seemed like most of the table had either moved on or simply didn't care. He cleared his throat before raising a glass of champagne, "Corporate BS out of the way... We need to get back to work and we can get hammered when this gala is over!"
"Ok, team..." Riley's voice cut through the music of the gala. "I know everyone's excited to be at a big event tonight, but let's remember we still have a job to do?" Throughout the ballroom, three figures had VERY different reactions to that statement. The first, a blue-haired woman in a mermaid dress just groaned under her breath.
"Seriously, Riley? Do you really have to treat us like it's our first job? We ARE professional superheroes after all." Tsunami fiddled with the hidden earpiece before swiping a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. She hesitantly sipped to avoid locking eyes with the Claremont group as they passed by. It had been over a week since the infamous fight she had with Lightning Girl was blasted across social media. If she thought social humiliation via electrocution was bad, being branded a "problematic" hero was even worse. Even with her parents' connections, it had only been through a sudden intervention by a former dispatcher that she'd been able to get a job. Now she was undercover doing security at a gala she could have otherwise been enjoying.
Across the hall, a tall intimidating figure who could have given Hat Trick a run for his money just chuckled. "Yeah, Brooke. We're ALL heroes here. Heroes with a chain of fuckups. Just be grateful we still have jobs thanks to Riley." That comment earned a laugh from the third figure, a tall woman who was currently working the floor. An elegant black gown whispered against the floor as she walked; tiny sequins catching the light. She wasn't a "hero" anyone present would have recognized, but she could tell by the stares she was getting she wasn't entirely welcome. Stone faced, she just reached a hand up and fitted with the talisman hanging from her neck.
"Speak for yourselves. I'm having a lovely time." Salem moved through the crowd with the grace of a dancer. Even in heels, she looked more than capable of breaking into a full sprint at any moment. She took a sip of her own champagne as she watched the waiter she'd touched earlier nearly collide with some girl in a red dress. Shadowy wisps floated around Salem's free hand as she scanned the crowd. In past life, this type of scene would have been a target rich environment for her. An entire ballroom filled with heroes, celebrities, and assorted CEOs wearing outfits that could have bought her childhood apartment in Reseda several times over. Now... it was her job to keep them safe. The irony wasn't lost on the former thief.
"I'm not saying you three can't enjoy yourselves," said Riley from his own section near the Claremont table. He'd traded his corporate look for a polished black tuxedo with blue highlights. The AR glasses on his face emitted a soft glow as he scanned the crowd. Not that he expected any actual villains to crash a gather of some of the most powerful heroes in the Southlands. Heck, they had Blonde Blazer, Phenomaman, Mecha-Man, most of DTLA, and the Hollywood Six under one roof. Any villain who showed up would have been lucky to get out alive. "I just need you to remember WHY we're here. If we make a good impression then I can convince the higher ups to make the team official and everyone gets out of probation. Salem, speaking of which, do you think you can patrol near the stage? If you stay near the heroes who are actually seated, you can grab some luck."
"Don't have to tell me twice, Chief. I'd LOVE to get more eyes on me," said Salem sarcastically as she turned on her heels and began the long walk to the stage. To the attendees who saw her coming, more than a few recoiled from her hands. She didn't even seem offended. If anything, Salem appreciated the story of her powers spreading around. Making up for past mistakes didn't mean she was going to let a bunch of do-gooders walk all over her. Riley turned his attention back to the others.
"Also, Tsunami. I see you trying to avoid Lightning Girl. Remember what we talked about. You're apologizing tonight." Before she could protest, Riley cut her off, "We've been over this. She started it when you got electrocuted, but that bar fight helped nothing. You'll have cameras all over you tonight hoping to see another fight. You are NOT giving them what they want. A photo of you two making up will be on every tabloid cover the next day and will go a long way to fix your image. Apologize now! The last part was more of an intense whisper, leaving Tsunami stunned at her former dispatcher's sudden assertiveness.
"Oh shit!" Brick tried to cover his laugh on comms, and quickly turned away after a murderous look from Tsunami.
The heroine just sighed. Riley was right. If she wanted to start fixing her life, this was vital. Downing the rest of her drink, she set it on a passing tray before walking up to the Claremont table. Aside from James and Lightning Girl, she hardly recognized any of the faces. God what had happened to this branch in the last few weeks?
"Hey... Sophie." Brooke tried to avoid looking at her dress directly. The thing was practically blinding. Summoning every ounce of courage she had, she offered out a hand. "Look. I know things haven't been the best between us, but I needed to talk to you tonight. I'm sorry about what happened back at the bar. That wasn't cool." She watched as eyes went wide around the table.
Riley meanwhile had turned his attention to directing Meta-Man. Apparently there was some sort of incident going on at the hotel entrance. Probably nothing, but Riley was certain Brick could handle it. How he'd managed to fit his Morph-suit UNDER his tuxedo was a mystery, but it did give him the illusion of having a significantly larger physique. With that handled, he finally took a moment to relax. He quickly shot a message to Valerie Halliday that the ballroom was secure.
The technopath was about to turn his attention towards finding a drink of his own when he caught sight of a hulking Native American locking eyes with him. Recognition formed as Hat Trick waved him down. Riley approached the table, a smile breaking onto his face. "Hey, Ty. Good to see you! How've you been?" The sound of Riley's voice caught James' attention and Riley saw him whip around. "And James! Hey, I'm sorry for the radio silence, but I'm going to fill you all in tonight. Guess who's back on hero duty again?!" He gestured across the hall, "I know Kat probably couldn't tell you anything, but the Pasadena thing? Actual cover-up. She put in a really good word for me, and I've got an insane opportunity! It was at that moment Riley turned to look at the table. "Kat REALLY wasn't kidding about things changing at the old office. Who are all these guys?"
Appearance: To say Serena Hale is beautiful would be an understatement. Years of heavy physical training and rooftop heists have left her with a figure that could rival most athletes. Her amber colored eyes carry a wicked twinkle that always seems to light up whenever she gets "excited" regarding a job or dispatch. Standing around 5'8, she always seems taller thanks to constantly wearing heels in her civilian attire. She claims it's her way of practicing "balance" since much of her former life required being on her toes constantly. In contrast to the form fitting attire she wears when she becomes Salem, Serena prefers to wear looser clothing when she's not in action. Another item she's never seen without is her Black Cat Talisman which she can wear either as a necklace or strapped to her purse.
Role at SDN: Phoenix Program
Background: If there were ever a case study in being born under a bad sign, it was Serena Hale.
Serena was only seven years old when a freak accident claimed the lives of both her parents. With nowhere else to go, she moved into a rundown apartment complex in Reseda with her grandmother. The building was in a constant state of disrepair, and the residents often found themselves ignored by landlords and local authorities alike. When something broke, people either learned to fix it themselves or learned to live without it.
Serena adapted quickly. Small, athletic, and clever beyond her years, she developed a habit of sneaking into places she wasn't supposed to be. More than once, she found herself slipping into the office of the complex's corrupt superintendent to "borrow" tools and supplies that should have been available to tenants in the first place. What began as necessity slowly revealed a talent for getting in and out of places unnoticed.
Then, just before her thirteenth birthday, tragedy struck again. Serena's grandmother suffered a fatal heart attack, leaving her alone and entering the foster care system.
Among the few possessions left to her was a strange talisman shaped like a cat's paw. A note accompanying it claimed the charm had belonged to the Hale family for generations, dating back to the witch trials of colonial America. Whether the story was true or simply one of her grandmother's old family legends, Serena treasured the talisman. It became a reminder of the last person who had truly cared for her, and she rarely went anywhere without it.
In the months that followed, Serena began to notice that her luck seemed to be improving.
Opportunities appeared when she needed them most. Lost items turned up at convenient moments. Mistakes somehow went unnoticed. At first, she dismissed it as coincidence—or perhaps the comforting belief that her grandmother was still watching over her.
The turning point came during high school.
Competing for a limited spot on the gymnastics team, Serena found herself up against several more experienced athletes. Before one practice, a teammate offered her an encouraging pat on the shoulder. The touch sent a strange warmth through the cat-paw talisman Serena carried in her pocket. She thought little of it at the time.
Days later, the same teammate suffered an injury that forced her out of competition.
Serena made the team.
At first, she felt guilty for benefiting from someone else's misfortune. Then similar incidents began to occur elsewhere. A classmate who had bumped into her in a crowded hallway forgot an important assignment. Another who had shaken her hand before a competition suffered an improbable streak of bad luck. Individually, each incident was explainable. Together, they formed a pattern Serena could no longer ignore.
Every person whose fortunes seemed to worsen had one thing in common:
They had touched her.
Fearful of what she might be responsible for, Serena began investigating the talisman and the history of the Hale family. What she uncovered changed her life forever.
The cat-paw charm was no ordinary heirloom. It was a genuine magical artifact tied to an ancient form of witchcraft centered on fate, fortune, and probability. Through physical contact, the talisman could siphon luck from one person and transfer it to its bearer. More alarming still, the artifact appeared capable of acting on Serena's unconscious desires, draining fortune from others without her knowledge whenever she desperately wished for a different outcome.
For years, Serena struggled with what she had inherited. Yet as she grew older, curiosity gradually overcame fear. She studied the talisman, experimented with its limits, and unlocked new abilities. What began as the subtle theft of luck evolved into something far more potent. Stolen fortune could be stored, shaped, and weaponized, manifesting as supernatural energy that enhanced her agility and eventually took the form of spectral feline claws.
When Salem first appeared, few took her seriously. To the public, she seemed little more than another costumed cat burglar. A thief with a flair for theatrics and an unusual talent for escaping impossible situations. Security footage captured a masked young woman dancing through laser grids, slipping past guards, and vanishing moments before authorities arrived. Rumors spread that she was impossibly lucky.
Despite mostly stealing for herself, Salem would also take up jobs from criminal organizations when the payout was worth the risk. During a routine heist for the Red Ring, Salem didn't realize she walked headfirst into a sting operation. Surrounded by cops and SDN heroes, she panicked. Salem reached out and did a mass drain of the people around her. What followed was a city-wide blackout. Salem escaped. Several people lost their lives.
After discovering what her powers had caused, Serena was overcome with guilt. In exchange for her cooperation, testimony against several criminal organizations, and a commitment to rehabilitation, she accepted a plea agreement that spared her from a lengthy prison sentence. Despite struggling with the consequences of her past, Serena is dedicated to making sure no one else suffers because of her mistakes.
Salem
Appearance: Unlike most heroes, Serena doesn't need to "change" into a costume when she becomes Salem. A side effect of the talisman gives her the ability to create a shadowy catsuit around her. She resembles a cross between a cat burglar and a modern day witch. Shadows form around her whenever a fight is near. Made from stolen fortune, these shadows can form "tools" for Salem. Typically, she'll create a set of claws around her hands, but she can form whips, lock picks, and other items for her heist work.
Powers: - Luck Drain: Her talisman's main power. When she wants something bad enough, Salem can drain the luck from anyone who touches her. She takes this luck and can use it for herself or to "feed" the talisman's power. - Shadows: By channeling the luck she's drained, Salem can form shadowy energy around her. This energy can be turned into weapons or tools to accomplish her tasks. Among the tools she can make are lock picks, a grappling hook, and even a platform to cross between spaces (She calls this her "Catwalk")
Crimes: Involuntary Manslaughter (Multiple Counts), Grand Theft, Burglary (Multiple Counts), Breaking and Entering, Criminal Association, Illegal Possession of a Restricted Magical Artifact
Likes: List some things your character likes - Designer Brands - Good Coffee - Days where she doesn't need her powers
Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes - Being reminded about her past - Reseda (Too many bad memories) - Cheap Sushi
Quirks: - Since joining Phoenix Program, Serena has been discreetly sending a portion of her paychecks to families affected by the blackout. She donates anonymously. Always. - Because she gave up Red Ring secrets in exchange for leniency, Serena stays away from villain bars. She doesn't know who might have it out for her. - Serena has a soft spot for cheesy action movies. She'll often say the Karate Kid movie was "the only good thing that came out of Reseda". - Serena HATES being called "lucky". It doesn't make her angry. The word just means something very different for her.
"The system was broken. I'm giving it a much-needed update"
Age: 31
Appearance: Prior to his transfer, Riley was a mess. Even though he showed up to work every day in the same clean SDN uniform and Khakis, his face was perpetually tired. He lived off the bad coffee in the break room. Despite saying he loved his job and the connections, there never really was a "spark" in his eyes. Despite being a chair jock, he still found time to hit the office gym and maintain a decent figure. Since his return to hero work, Riley is a man reborn. He looks younger, happier, and seems to have found where he really belongs. He's finally gained perspective on his life and that's had a profound impact on how he presents himself. He takes more pride in his appearance, shaves regularly, and takes better care of himself. To anyone who'd known him before the transfer, they'd be forgiven for thinking he was a different person entirely.
Role at SDN: Dispatcher/R&D/Provisional Hero
Background: Riley Ryder grew up with the kind of dream that should have made him easy to root for. From the time he was young, he wanted to be a hero. Not a celebrity, not a brand, not a headline—just someone who could help people when they needed it most. When his technopathic abilities began to emerge, Riley took it as confirmation that he had been right all along. This was what he was supposed to do.
He spent much of his childhood and teenage years in his family’s garage, taking apart old household appliances, discarded electronics, and whatever broken devices he could get his hands on. To Riley, every toaster, radio, monitor, and circuit board was a possible tool. He built crude gadgets, half-working prototypes, and experimental devices he was certain would one day become part of his hero kit. Some of them worked. Some of them failed. Some of them failed loudly. But Riley kept building.
His first hero identity was A.C.E., short for Arbitrary Code Execution. It was a computer joke Riley thought was clever. Almost no one else got it. Riley did not care. A.C.E. was the name of a young technopath who still believed that being good enough, useful enough, and sincere enough would eventually make people understand him. Unfortunately, Riley had badly underestimated how much people feared powers like his.
Technopaths were never especially popular. Pop culture had spent years turning people who controlled machines into villains, spies, saboteurs, and monsters hiding behind screens. Adults distrusted Riley’s abilities, and that distrust gradually filtered down to his classmates. Parents pulled their kids away from him. Friends became distant. Teachers watched him more carefully than they watched everyone else. Whenever one of his gadgets malfunctioned, the embarrassment was public and immediate. Whenever he succeeded, people treated it less like talent and more like proof that he could be dangerous. Riley became the “weird kid,” and A.C.E. became the dream he clung to anyway.
After high school, he registered as a hero and tried to prove himself in the field. For a while, he believed he could change people’s minds one job at a time. Then came the Brave Brigade Incident. When Shroud killed the pilot of Mecha Man Astral, public fear of technopaths hardened into outright hostility. Riley had no connection to Shroud or the incident, but that distinction mattered very little to the public. To most people, a technopath was a technopath.
A.C.E. spent the next several years fighting an uphill battle against suspicion, bad press, and public panic. Work was scarce. Civilians did not trust him. Clients hesitated to hire him. More than once, he was verbally accosted in the middle of a job by the very people he was trying to help. On one particularly humiliating call, Riley was mistaken for Shroud while responding to an incident, causing civilians to turn on him so aggressively that other heroes had to be dispatched to save him. That moment stayed with him.
Eventually, Riley accepted that A.C.E. was not going to survive. Not because he lacked skill. Not because he had stopped caring. But because the world had already decided what he was before he had been given a real chance to prove otherwise.
With help from a friend, Riley found work at the Superhero Dispatch Network. He originally applied for an R&D position, hoping to finally use his technical gifts in a place where they could matter. Suspicion surrounding his powers kept him from that role. Instead, he was offered a dispatcher position. It was not what he wanted, but it kept him close to hero work, and at that point, close was better than nothing.
His first year at SDN Burbank was rough. The branch was chaotic, poorly managed, and constantly one bad call away from collapse. Riley survived it, but barely. After that, he transferred to the Claremont branch, where he finally found something he had been missing for most of his life: stability.
At Claremont, Riley proved himself. His technopathy made him an exceptional dispatcher. He could process information streams faster than most people could read a single incident report. He understood systems instinctively, from city grids to emergency networks to hero comms. He could spot patterns, anticipate failures, and coordinate responses with a level of precision that made him invaluable behind the desk. Over time, he built a reputation as one of Claremont’s most reliable dispatchers.
Riley was able to build a life. For the first time in years, Riley had coworkers who trusted him, friends who saw him as more than his powers, and a job where his abilities were useful without making him a public target. The R&D team at Claremont even began letting him assist with projects unofficially, giving him small pieces of the work he had always wanted. Riley convinced himself that dispatching was where he belonged. Maybe A.C.E. had failed, but Riley Ryder still mattered. Deep down, his dreams of being a hero never truly went away.
Following the Red Ring's assault on the Southlands (Specifically, Shroud's attack on the Torrance Branch), Riley’s boss, Katherine, recommended him for a temporary transfer to Torrance to help while the branch rebuilt. Officially, SDN records stated that Riley had been sent to Pasadena. Unofficially, he was placed where his skills could do the most good without attracting attention.
Torrance changed everything.
For the first time, Riley was given meaningful access to R&D. His work was still meant to stay behind the scenes and off the record, but it gave him the opportunity he had been denied years earlier. He worked alongside Royd and Mecha-Man, studied advanced systems, and began repurposing scraps of old Red Ring technology for SDN use. What others saw as dangerous remnants, Riley saw as salvageable tools. Proof that even compromised technology could be redirected toward something better.
Working with Mecha-Man also gave Riley a new perspective on hero work. Watching the legendary hero operate alongside his Z-Team showed him that a dispatcher didn't have to just sit on the sidelines. An active supporter could take an unstable team and transform them into something more. They could bring together people who had been overlooked, dismissed, or written off. They could provide structure to heroes who still had something to offer but needed someone willing to believe in them. Someone who could properly support and fight alongside them. That idea took root.
Riley began developing a new identity. Not a return to A.C.E., and not an attempt to relive the dream exactly as he had imagined it when he was young. This would be something more deliberate. More mature. A hero built around what Riley had actually become: a dispatcher, a hacker, a support specialist, a systems thinker, and a technopath who understood better than anyone how dangerous perception could be. That identity became White Hat.
Where A.C.E. had been a joke no one understood, White Hat was a statement. Riley was not hiding what he was. He was redefining it. White Hat was designed to be a trusted technopath, a field-support hero who specialized in hacking, tactical coordination, emergency systems control, and rapid-response dispatching. His technology was built not for spectacle, but for function. He could enter the field, support active heroes, manage information, disable hostile systems, and keep an operation from falling apart in real time.
Riley did not build White Hat only for himself though. He began assembling a team of his own: Tsunami, Meta-Man, and Salem. Each of them carried baggage. Each of them had been damaged by reputation, circumstance, public failure, or the systems that were supposed to help them. Tsunami was talented but publicly bruised. Meta-Man was a Phoenix Program case with a rough past and a need for real structure. Salem was a former villain trying to prove reform was more than a convenient story. Riley saw himself in all of them.
White Hat became more than a new costume or codename. It became Riley’s answer to everything that had happened to him. A.C.E. had been a young man trying to prove he deserved a chance. White Hat was the man who had learned how to create chances for others.
Riley still carries the scars of his failed first career. He still downplays his own importance, still jokes before anyone else can make things awkward, and still insists that he is “just a dispatcher” more often than anyone believes. But beneath the self-deprecation is someone sharper, steadier, and far more capable than he gives himself credit for.
A.C.E. was what Riley wanted to be when he thought heroism meant standing in the spotlight and proving everyone wrong. White Hat is what Riley became after learning that sometimes the most important hero is the one who keeps everyone else connected, protected, and moving forward.
Appearance: To a casual observer, White Hat's suit looks borderline uncomfortable in the Southern California heat. What they don't know is the suit was designed with a specialized fabric. Lightweight, breathable, and extremely durable; Riley's suit not only keeps him quite comfortable, but is designed as an extension of his powers. He can channel his technopath abilities through the suit which carries a series of wires and plugins. This allows him to directly interface with various machines out in the field. Various pockets on the suit contain infiltration tools and flash drives, increasing his prowess as a tech based hero and allowing him to access his programming tools on the fly. The glasses and gloves allow him access to an augmented reality interface that connects directly to his dispatch computer. This allows him to pursue his dispatch work in the field, and access any files on SDN's servers.
Powers: - Technology Control: Riley's main power is being a technopath. He can freely manipulate and control machines with his mind. This allows him control of most machines in his general vicinity and unparalleled hacking capabilities. Because Riley tends to talk to himself while he works, many people assume he's communicating with the machines themselves. (Not too far off) - Hack Jacket: The jacket Riley wears as White Hat is designed with his hacking prowess in mind. Small cords and plus are woven through the fabric and can be freely controlled by Riley. He can jack into most any computer system and the jacket directly interfaces with his glasses and his AR display. - Crafting: Riley is skilled at taking machines apart and putting them back together. His powers take this even further by helping him see HOW machines connect. He uses this to help develop new tools for hero work. Admittedly, he has the least practice with this skill since he didn't utilize it for several years as a dispatcher.
Likes: List some things your character likes - Competent Management - Energy Drinks (Coffee Stopped working a long time ago) - Optimizing Systems
Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes - SDN Burbank - Being called "Shroud" - Bureaucracy and Red Tape
Quirks: - Riley's AR glasses are derived from salvaged Red Ring technology combined with the "Dispatch Goggles" used to train Dispatcher recruits. They contain a map overlay of the Southlands and enable him direct communication with anyone on his team. They also block blue light so they're good for his eyes. - At one point, Riley had a crush on the DTLA hero Brainbook. After meeting her and other DTLA heroes, he seems to have moved on. - Although the wires in the hack jacket are mostly for infiltration, Riley has been working on a way to use them for combat. He insists "livewire whips" would be very effective. This request is under review for "ethics violations"
So yes. The RP is pretty sandbox and you’re free to control any characters provided they aren’t other players (or if you’d decide to collab that’s cool). This first class was mainly a set up so all the characters “meet” and then you can decide where to go from here. I don’t intend for all of you to sit through Jason just lecturing people so feel free to skip ahead as you like. My idea was that - outside of just attending classes - players would be able to pair up and do their research together or participate in field studies in other regions. The ecology class also serves as a means of keeping the players connected so they all have a place to return to/touch base in before another break off happens.
Apologies if that wasn’t totally clear. It’s been a heckin’ week where I’m at. Moving + new job all at once is a fun time.
Apologies for the silence, guys. I've been in the process of moving the last few days. Going to try and respond better from here on out. As far as classes, you're free to control the professors as NPCs provided you don't do anything that conflicts with their personalities or canon. If you're going to collaborate with anyone, you can work out how the class would flow together. In general, LA classes would be categorized as:
- Lecture Halls (Fully in class) - Satellite Classes (Field Study/Local) - Remote (Distance Learning) Think if Professor Sycamore does a class from Kalos - Field Trips (Travel Abroad)
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