Sanity43217

Teen Titans South

@RumikoOhara
Lance accepted the offerings. Slipping on the shades and pocketing the rest. "Thank you." He nodded his appreciation. Tapping the side of the glasses, he activated the HUD. Trying to get used to the interface. "So, Wendy has a few..." He paused. Stroking his chin, trying to think of the right word. "Fans at the main gate." He finished, gesturing in that direction. "Do you mind?" He gestured past her. "I need to get inside, but don't really know my way around." He flashed her a smile. "Its Trinity, isn't it? Do you mind giving me the tour?"

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Jason spent the night wandering the halls of the Nome. It was getting late. Most of the others had gone to bed. While he often tried to keep up the upbeat, naive quester vibe going, he often found when he was alone, he struggled with his own darkness. Not that he would ever bring it up with anyone in the group. Wandering the halls while it was dark, gave him some solace. Leaning against a wall, he slid to the ground. His head resting between his hands. "I'm sorry." He whispered into his hands. His mind takes him back to that fateful night. Taking a deep breath, he centred himself back in reality. Jason stood up and found a room, to finally get some sleep.

Next Day

Jason had gotten up early, and made himself breakfast from his bag of food, and went to the training room when summoned. Listening to the options. Looking at the kopis on his hip. It never really suited him. He only got it because the camp was greek. He had taken fencing classes as a kid and was more suited to long thin blades. He decided to take Kung Fu. His fighting style always revolved around mobility and hard/fast strikes, so it seemed like the best fit.

---

Ryan spent the night maintaining his weapons and equipment. While making idle chit chat with Rösk.

Next Day

He was up early. Never really slept. Not since the war. So, up and ready, he waited the training area for the briefing. When he listened to the different martial arts, he sighed eyed his cousin. He didn't really feel the need for combat practice. When he was alive, he practised Hung Ga, Kung fu, and since his death, he had practised Lausatok.
Ryan pulled a cigarette packet from his pocket and held it to his lips. It lit itself instantly as he took the first drag. "Krav Maga sounds interesting," He said to no one in particular. Taking another drag, he cracked his knuckles, getting ready for a fight.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Hector Tanner

<sub>A.K.A.

◄ 32 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'11 ►</sub>

_{P R O F I L E}

---

Working for the Bounty Hunter Association may not be glamourous work, but someone has to do it. Plus, it pays the bills. For those with the skills, like Hector, and are willing to risk it all, it's a pretty sweet gig.
Hector has afforded himself a certain lifestyle. One where he frequents Glitter Bars to get drunk and get laid. Living paycheck to paycheck. He spends a couple of days tracking down a mark, then spends that cash for a night with the Glitters. What started out as a great place to get information on locals, turned into his usual haunt.
If you asked people he worked with to describe him, most of them would say the same thing. Slash is batshit crazy. While this isn't technically true, he can be difficult to work with. While he follows the code to the letter, he often employs unorthodox techniques to get the job done.

Hector, who goes by Slash at work, or whenever he doesn't have to use his legal name, takes pride in what he does. Often wearing a camera so he can get drunk and rewatch his previous hunts. A habit that while isn't rare, is far from mainstream.

While being a member of the Bounty Hunter's Association, and has the right to vote in the politics of the group, he has never voted. He isn't into the politics of it, and would rather stay as just a simple Hunter, instead of moving up to be a Chapter Leader, like his father. Not wanting to get involved in any politics. Just shoot stuff, get drunk, get laid.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

---

Something most people don't know about Hector Tanner was that his Father was Chapter Leader of the local Bounty Hunter Association Chapter. It's not something He is particularly proud of.
Hector grew up in the Chapter House and socialised with the older Hunters, and got basic training during his early childhood. Some of the Hunters enjoyed the positivity Hector's childlike view brought to the work they did, some didn't think a Chapter House was the place to raise a child. But with no mother in the picture, and his Dad being the Chapter Leader, he didn't really have much choice.

As he grew, he became more and more disillusioned to his Father's work. Having started listening in on the Holo-Meetings, he was starting to pick up more on the sinister underside that was politics. While technically a democracy, Hector found there were a few power players who held more power than others. When Hector found out his father had been grooming him to take over as Chapter Leader, he couldn't handle it. He wanted to get back to the fun, rowdy Hunters. Men and WOmen who protected him during his childhood and taught him how to shoot a gun.

So, when he was eighteen, he moved to New Brazil. Seeking to get away from his Father, and the Family name. Joining the New Brazil CHapter, he started going by Slash. Started living the good life. Started at VR Dive bars to have a good night on the cheap. Until he got referred to a Glitter Bar for information on a Mark he was tracking. Now, there weren't any Glitter Bars in the small Enclave he was from, so he was amazed, to say the least. Only just a man, he found the joys of paying for sex and getting really drunk. Started taking Fluke. It was a good couple of years before his savings dried up. Continuing his work for the Association, he kicked his Fluke addiction, but still hangs out Glitter Bars and other Glitter establishments.

Slash had grown contempt in his life. A regular ar the Glitter Bar and nearby Entertainment Establishment. It was one night, returning from his nearly nightly routine of getting drunk, he was wandering through the streets. A little hungover, and still feeling the lingering effects of NEON. Some drug one of the girls offered him. Hector was out of it on his walk back to his humble abode. He didn't even know what was going on when the explosion went off. He just stumbling along. Trying to not fall over, as he made his way home.

When the weapon went off, and Hector was thrown through a wall, he thought he had just fallen over. The drugs in his system making it seem much worse. When he looked down at his hands, he could see sparks running along his skin.

_{M E M O R I E S}

---

Joeseph Tanner - Hector's Father. Though not much of a father figure. Joeseph was busy for most of Hector's childhood, leaving him to be raised by other Hunters around the Chapter House. He respects his Father, more recently. Having learned that the real battle is in the Holo-Meetings that Hector still won't join.

'Hawk' - Hector's real Father Figure. Hawk was a renowned Bounty Hunter who settled in the small neutral enclave Hector was from, for a change of pace. There, he took favour to the child that hung around the Chapter House. Upon finding out that the boy was the Son of Joeseph Tanner, the Chapter Leader, he began looking after the child as if it were his own. It was Hawk that taught Hector how to shoot, fight and track bounties.

'Print' - Print is Slash's contact for the Everyman Equity. Slash goes to Print whenever he needs equipment. They are on good terms. Slash always pays his debts, and Print doesn't ask questions. It's a win/win situation.

Michael Briggs - Michael Briggs is the closest thing Hector has to a brother. They met at Glitter Bar a few years ago. Hector recognised Michael's talents and got him to join the Bounty Hunter's Association. Michael took to the work rather well and turned his life around. The two are still very close. Sometimes taking contracts together. Working as a team.

Aurora West - Aurora is a Glitter who acts as Slash's Information Broker. After saving her life, albeit he was the one who put it in danger by asking the wrong questions, early in his career, he has gone almost exclusively to her for information. He explicitly does not sleep with Aurora, since the two are friends.

Marcus Kane - Marcus is the Chapter House doctor. With Hector's lifestyle, he has ended up in the infirmary a few times. Having a rather unique relationship with the gruff doctor. He considers the Doctor a friend, even inviting him out for drinks a few times. The doctor has accepted two out of the seven invites.

_{P O W E R S}

---

Power: Electricity Manipulation, also called Electrokinesis. Hector Tanner developed the ability to create, shape and manipulate electricity, a form of energy resulting from the movement of charged particles (such as electrons or protons), allowing control over electric fields, all charge carriers (Ions, Electrons, Protons, and Positrons), electronics, and electromagnetic forces. Specialising in Electricity Mimicry.

Limitation: To be able to project electricity, he must first absorb it from a source. Charging up grabbing live wires or tasers and such. Transforming partly into electricity doesn't need to be charged, but while transformed, involuntary discharges occur, that can/will drain his reserves.

Weaknesses: Hector can use his abilities without having stored up electricity, but it must come from somewhere. To generate power without having any stored, It literally tears his cells apart. Thus overusing his powers can result in massive cellular damage. Additionally, while transforming into electricity using no power, transforming back does. So, if Hector were to transform while having little power stored up, he would lose that power to involuntary discharges, and not be able to revert to human form, eventually disappearing out of existence.

//PROJECT OLYMPUS//

@The Valusian
Mars defected three years ago but has only been a member of Olympus for the past eighteen months. Working independently in between.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Hector Tanner

<sub>A.K.A.

◄ 32 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'11 ►</sub>

_{P R O F I L E}

---

Working for the Bounty Hunter Association may not be glamourous work, but someone has to do it. Plus, it pays the bills. For those with the skills, like Hector, and are willing to risk it all, it's a pretty sweet gig.
Hector has afforded himself a certain lifestyle. One where he frequents Glitter Bars to get drunk and get laid. Living paycheck to paycheck. He spends a couple of days tracking down a mark, then spends that cash for a night with the Glitters. What started out as a great place to get information on locals, turned into his usual haunt.
If you asked people he worked with to describe him, most of them would say the same thing. Slash is batshit crazy. While this isn't technically true, he can be difficult to work with. While he follows the code to the letter, he often employs unorthodox techniques to get the job done.

Hector, who goes by Slash at work, or whenever he doesn't have to use his legal name, takes pride in what he does. Often wearing a camera so he can get drunk and rewatch his previous hunts. A habit that while isn't rare, is far from mainstream.

While being a member of the Bounty Hunter's Association, and has the right to vote in the politics of the group, he has never voted. He isn't into the politics of it, and would rather stay as just a simple Hunter, instead of moving up to be a Chapter Leader, like his father. Not wanting to get involved in any politics. Just shoot stuff, get drunk, get laid.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

---

Something most people don't know about Hector Tanner was that his Father was Chapter Leader of the local Bounty Hunter Association Chapter. It's not something He is particularly proud of.
Hector grew up in the Chapter House and socialised with the older Hunters, and got basic training during his early childhood. Some of the Hunters enjoyed the positivity Hector's childlike view brought to the work they did, some didn't think a Chapter House was the place to raise a child. But with no mother in the picture, and his Dad being the Chapter Leader, he didn't really have much choice.

As he grew, he became more and more disillusioned to his Father's work. Having started listening in on the Holo-Meetings, he was starting to pick up more on the sinister underside that was politics. While technically a democracy, Hector found there were a few power players who held more power than others. When Hector found out his father had been grooming him to take over as Chapter Leader, he couldn't handle it. He wanted to get back to the fun, rowdy Hunters. Men and WOmen who protected him during his childhood and taught him how to shoot a gun.

So, when he was eighteen, he moved to New Brazil. Seeking to get away from his Father, and the Family name. Joining the New Brazil CHapter, he started going by Slash. Started living the good life. Started at VR Dive bars to have a good night on the cheap. Until he got referred to a Glitter Bar for information on a Mark he was tracking. Now, there weren't any Glitter Bars in the small Enclave he was from, so he was amazed, to say the least. Only just a man, he found the joys of paying for sex and getting really drunk. Started taking Fluke. It was a good couple of years before his savings dried up. Continuing his work for the Association, he kicked his Fluke addiction, but still hangs out Glitter Bars and other Glitter establishments.

Slash had grown contempt in his life. A regular ar the Glitter Bar and nearby Entertainment Establishment. It was one night, returning from his nearly nightly routine of getting drunk, he was wandering through the streets. A little hungover, and still feeling the lingering effects of NEON. Some drug one of the girls offered him. Hector was out of it on his walk back to his humble abode. He didn't even know what was going on when the explosion went off. He just stumbling along. Trying to not fall over, as he made his way home.

When the weapon went off, and Hector was thrown through a wall, he thought he had just fallen over. The drugs in his system making it seem much worse. When he looked down at his hands, he could see sparks running along his skin.

_{M E M O R I E S}

---

Joeseph Tanner - Hector's Father. Though not much of a father figure. Joeseph was busy for most of Hector's childhood, leaving him to be raised by other Hunters around the Chapter House. He respects his Father, more recently. Having learned that the real battle is in the Holo-Meetings that Hector still won't join.

'Hawk' - Hector's real Father Figure. Hawk was a renowned Bounty Hunter who settled in the small neutral enclave Hector was from, for a change of pace. There, he took favour to the child that hung around the Chapter House. Upon finding out that the boy was the Son of Joeseph Tanner, the Chapter Leader, he began looking after the child as if it were his own. It was Hawk that taught Hector how to shoot, fight and track bounties.

'Print' - Print is Slash's contact for the Everyman Equity. Slash goes to Print whenever he needs equipment. They are on good terms. Slash always pays his debts, and Print doesn't ask questions. It's a win/win situation.

Michael Briggs - Michael Briggs is the closest thing Hector has to a brother. They met at Glitter Bar a few years ago. Hector recognised Michael's talents and got him to join the Bounty Hunter's Association. Michael took to the work rather well and turned his life around. The two are still very close. Sometimes taking contracts together. Working as a team.

Aurora West - Aurora is a Glitter who acts as Slash's Information Broker. After saving her life, albeit he was the one who put it in danger by asking the wrong questions, early in his career, he has gone almost exclusively to her for information. He explicitly does not sleep with Aurora, since the two are friends.

Marcus Kane - Marcus is the Chapter House doctor. With Hector's lifestyle, he has ended up in the infirmary a few times. Having a rather unique relationship with the gruff doctor. He considers the Doctor a friend, even inviting him out for drinks a few times. The doctor has accepted two out of the seven invites.

_{P O W E R S}

---

Power: Electricity Manipulation, also called Electrokinesis. Hector Tanner developed the ability to create, shape and manipulate electricity, a form of energy resulting from the movement of charged particles (such as electrons or protons), allowing control over electric fields, all charge carriers (Ions, Electrons, Protons, and Positrons), electronics, and electromagnetic forces. Specialising in Electricity Mimicry.

Limitation: To be able to project electricity, he must first absorb it from a source. Charging up grabbing live wires or tasers and such. Transforming partly into electricity doesn't need to be charged, but while transformed, involuntary discharges occur, that can/will drain his reserves.

Weaknesses: Hector can use his abilities without having stored up electricity, but it must come from somewhere. To generate power without having any stored, It literally tears his cells apart. Thus overusing his powers can result in massive cellular damage. Additionally, while transforming into electricity using no power, transforming back does. So, if Hector were to transform while having little power stored up, he would lose that power to involuntary discharges, and not be able to revert to human form, eventually disappearing out of existence.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Interested and trying to get a feel for the world.
Would Virtual Reality Dive bars be a thing? Seems like a cheap way to spend a night and have a good time.
This leads to a bigger question of, 'is virtual reality a thing?'
Last one, recreational drug use. How has drug use changed over time? What are the current street drugs?

//PROJECT OLYMPUS//

MARS

// loading personnel records //

// Organisation Selected: Collective Federation Military //

// SELECTED: EX-EMPLOYEE 375 || Terry J. Campbell //

Name: Terry J. Campbell
Age: 32
Alias: Mars
Status: Dishonorably Discharged. Wanted Criminal.
Background: Terry J. Campbell was born ██ ██ 2444, at ███████ Hospital. His parents █████ and ███████ ████ offered the boy up for experimentation and grooming at the ████ ██████ Military Experimentation Labs. The boy was given the identity of Terry J. Campbell.
// SPECIFICS REGARDING OPERATIONS AT ████ ██████ M.E.L. REQUIRES A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE //
At the age EIGHTEEN, Terry J. Campbell was put in the field. Proving his worth in helping keep order on the streets. He would have been a great soldier if it were not for the ████ incident.
// DETAILS PERTAINING TO THE ████ INCIDENT REQUIRE A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE //
After the aforementioned incident, Terry was recalled to the lab for adjustments. After being recalibrated and tuned up, he was sent on a secret assignment.
// FOR MORE INFORMATION, REFER TO TEST #5 FOR PROJECT ██████ //
After being betrayed, and hunted by project ██████, Terry J. Campbell defected to the Terrorist Organisation known as ‘Olympus.’ He has taken up the mantel of ‘MARS.’
Affiliation: ‘OLYMPUS’
// CURRENT INFORMATION REGARDING ‘OLYMPUS’ IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE //
Capabilities: Often called the ‘One Man Army’ Terry J. Campbell is very skilled in several styles of combat. Favouring close to mid range combat, Terry is an adept hand to hand fighter, and proficient with knives and hatchets. His skill extends to throwing the melee weapons as well.
As for weapons of choice, he typically utilises a pair of revolvers. One chambering HEIAP bullets, the other white phosphorus bullets. Though will use whatever shotguns and assault rifles he can get on the black market.
Terry J. Campbell was a Praetor, and as such has all the Cybernetics and Armour that comes with that.
// YOU DO NOT HAVE SECURITY CLEARANCE TO SEE PRAETOR SPECIFICATIONS //
Directive: Terry J. Campbell is too dangerous to be taken alive. Shoot to Kill.

//PROJECT OLYMPUS//

MARS

// loading personnel records //

// Organisation Selected: Collective Federation Military //

// SELECTED: EX-EMPLOYEE 375 || Terry J. Campbell //

Name: Terry J. Campbell
Age: 32
Alias: Mars
Status: Dishonorably Discharged. Wanted Criminal.
Background: Terry J. Campbell was born ██ ██ 2444, at ███████ Hospital. His parents █████ and ███████ ████ offered the boy up for experimentation and grooming at the ████ ██████ Military Experimentation Labs. The boy was given the identity of Terry J. Campbell.
// SPECIFICS REGARDING OPERATIONS AT ████ ██████ M.E.L. REQUIRES A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE //
At the age EIGHTEEN, Terry J. Campbell was put in the field. Proving his worth in helping keep order on the streets. He would have been a great soldier if it were not for the ████ incident.
// DETAILS PERTAINING TO THE ████ INCIDENT REQUIRE A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE //
After the aforementioned incident, Terry was recalled to the lab for adjustments. After being recalibrated and tuned up, he was sent on a secret assignment.
// FOR MORE INFORMATION, REFER TO TEST #5 FOR PROJECT ██████ //
After being betrayed, and hunted by project ██████, Terry J. Campbell defected to the Terrorist Organisation known as ‘Olympus.’ He has taken up the mantel of ‘MARS.’
Affiliation: ‘OLYMPUS’
// CURRENT INFORMATION REGARDING ‘OLYMPUS’ IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE //
Capabilities: Often called the ‘One Man Army’ Terry J. Campbell is very skilled in several styles of combat. Favouring close to mid range combat, Terry is an adept hand to hand fighter, and proficient with knives and hatchets. His skill extends to throwing the melee weapons as well.
As for weapons of choice, he typically utilises a pair of revolvers. One chambering HEIAP bullets, the other white phosphorus bullets. Though will use whatever shotguns and assault rifles he can get on the black market.
Terry J. Campbell was a Praetor, and as such has all the Cybernetics and Armour that comes with that.
// YOU DO NOT HAVE SECURITY CLEARANCE TO SEE PRAETOR SPECIFICATIONS //
Directive: Terry J. Campbell is too dangerous to be taken alive. Shoot to Kill.

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Jason gently pressed down on the side of the scythe, to move it away from his friend. In a gesture for Devon to lower the weapon. ”Calm down, before you do something you regret.” Tony’s words may have cut, but he’d be damned if some edgy punk-ass Emo kid was gonna kill the closest thing they had to a leader. ”Everyone here is a friend. There is no need for violence.”
Everyone seemed to be taking the criticism well, expect for two. The lady who just yelled and ran off. He doubted if she had much future with the quest, acting in such a childish manner, Jason doubted she could really bring anything of value to a team. Then there was the Emo edge lord. Who instead of taking form of criticism defaulted to threatening murder. ”There is no reason to make new enemies amongst these friends.” Jason said in a calming voice. Gesturing to the group of Demigods. ”There will be a time for a fight, but this isn’t it.”

---

A figure stepped out of a doorway to an adjacent room. ”When Odin sent me to keep an eye on a group of Demigods trying to get involved in a prophesy, I expected...” He gestured at the group, wearing a mask of disappointment. ”More.” He glanced at his watch. ”I’ve been waiting for little more than an hour, only to see...” He gestured again. ”... This. You’ll have to fill me in. Dad’s gonna be disappointed if he finds out this band of misfits are who set Ragnarök in motion.”

Teen Titans South

Lance put the phone down after watching the video. Taking his headphone's out and wrapping his phone up in them before putting it all back in his pocket. He sighed he approached the front gates. He had seen Wendy around Themysceria a few times. They had spoken a few times but weren't close. She was just as over the top and showy as he remembered. Stopping a distance from the main gate, he paused. Seeing a group of paparazzi and fans trying to get a picture of the members of the team, or more likely just Wendy.
Lance took a couple of steps back before turning to find another way in. Of course, Blondie's status as Model was going to attract paparazzi to the tower, in an attempt to get the latest scoop on the social influencer turned superhero. It just wasn't something he wanted to get involved in. However, doing the right thing was more important.

Making his way to the garage, he placed his hand on the palm reader. Hoping his palm print had already been imported to the system.