Stern Algorithm

World of Light

Collab posted, Whoohoo!

World of Light

Din

Level 2 - (3/20) EXP

Ratchet

Level 2 - (2/20) EXP

Roadhog

Level 1 - (8/10) EXP

Location: 1-1, Ancient Gardens

Word Count: 2,507

Collab with: @LemonZest1337 and @Star Lord

As Kirby came too, Din would look down at the hat and smile, "Hey little guy, feeling better?" However, the force of a nearby explosion would knock Din back and send the hat flying, only to be snagged by a large man with white hair, a pig-shaped mask, and a menacing hook, accompanied by one of the rabbit creatures.

The pair of miscreants had kidnapped Kirby from across a small ravine. "No! Kirby!" Din cried out in dismay. Through some spiritual connection, Din knew that Kirby was a source of good in this chaotic world and was loathe to let the puffball out of her sight. Letting Kirby go would also be disappointing everyone else in the party, especially Bowser, who had entrusted Kirby into her care.

"Ratchet! We need to get Kirby back. Do you think you can jump the gap?" Din asked, taking a few steps back in preparation for taking the leap across the cliff herself.

Ratchet tilted his head as the little pink puffball awoke, he didn't know who they were but they were obviously hurt. He couldn't help but find it's soft smile adorable as he smiled back. But the moment didn't last long as an explosion went of and knocked Ratchet to the floor he grunted and quickly got to his feet just in time to see a massive hook yank the poor helpless puff off into the distance the metal claw ripping it's way through the grass as it reeled in it's victim. At least they could see the enemies now and the contrast between the two was almost comical, one being a tiny white rabbit with some gear on trying to look tough and the other a towering man who looked imposing even with his lack of armor.

Ratchet looked looked over at Din as she cried out after Kirby? So that's what the little thing was called, honestly the cute name made sense. Din then asked if Ratchet could make the jump over the ravine, and he wasn't really sure if he could especially considering Clank wasn't on his back to help him out. "Uhh. Probably, but what about you?" He asked quickly turning his attention back to the Massive masked man and the rabbid, oh crap it was getting ready to throw another grenade! Quickly Ratchet took aim and started blasting in the rabbid's direction hoping to make it dive for cover. Ratchet slightly jerked his head back signaling Din to fall back a little "Quick find some cover! I'll jump the gap in a bit just got to take care of that grenadier first!"

Retrieve the pink creature. Destroy anyone that stands in your way.

Roadhog heard the whisper in his mind as he shoved it into the white top hat and placed it on his head. Then, he heard the other strange looking creature calling out for assistance. And when it was planning on running to cover, Roadhog shoved the creature aside to protect it from the threat. He felt a few arrows hitting his chubby stomach and groaned. Almost immediately after being shot, Roadhog pulled out one of the arrows and crushed it like a twig. Then, he placed his hook back into its correct spot and pulled out a gas container and started to inhale the chemical mixture known as hogdrogen. It was deemed illegal years ago, but one of the few mixtures known counteract the effects of radiation exposure. When it was empty, Roadhog just crushed the container and threw it away. He pulled out the remaining arrows without pain in seconds.

The grenadier came out of cover and looked at the masked man for guidance. Roadhog pointed at the woman with the long ears and the grenadier started to fire off grenades at her. Meanwhile, he was focused on the small animal and grabbed his homemade scrap gun. He shoved some scrap into it, aimed at the creature, and pulled the trigger.

Before Din could make the leap, Ratchet warned her to find cover. it was then that the kidnappers began attacking in earnest, forcing Din to duck behind cover to avoid the explosion of a grenade, and to momentarily give up her attempt to get across the canyon to retrieve Kirby. Looking around, Din was dismayed that most obstacles were only waist-high, otherwise she could at least dance and provide Ratchet with some backup. Of course, hiding behind Ratchet wasn't an option either, given how much smaller the Lombax was compared to her. Din occasionally peaked over the waist-high wall at Roadhog and the grenade-wielding Rabbid to look for an opening. From the looks of it, the large man's weapon was mechanical in nature, rather than magical. As such, like a crossbow, it had to be refilled with ammunition eventually. Carefully, Din was able to observe that the pile of slag that Roadhog had fed into his weapon was visibly being consumed every time he fired it. Din was useless like this, and figured that the only way she could help is to get across and attempt to engage them with her Rod. Din kept peeking over the wall, looking and waiting for an opportunity, hopefully when the last bit of scrap was consumed by Roadhog's gun, before attempting to make another leap across the canyon.

Ratchet watched the behemoth of a man just take the arrows to the arm like they were nothing, yeah this guy was going to be a problem if he was able to shrug off his shots like that. Ratchet wasn't given time to think as the man fired a nasty looking projectile mad of scrap at him Ratchet knew getting hit by that was going to hurt so he quickly jumped backwards and did a back-flip mid air to avoid the shot. After landing he'd ready his crossbow and charge forward just firing shots in the general direction of the two enemies as he made his way towards the gap getting ready to jump. But before he did he remembered it wasn't just him here, changing coarse he rolled to the side of an explosive that was hurled at Din and got behind cover with her. "I think you should take this." He said holding out the crossbow "If you give me some cover I can run up and snag that hat off the big guys head and we can get out of here." Ratchet covered his eyes for a moment as dust sprayed at him from a nearby explosion.

Roadhog watched as the animal did a backflip and retreated to cover. He kept an eye on the rabbit, who was still shooting at the enemy, and resumed firing. Of course, he ran out of scrap rather quickly. Roadhog reached for more scrap to shove into his gun while the creature kept firing grenades.

Din looked at Ratchet incredulously. She had no confidence in her ability to aim a crossbow, but as the smaller creature, he definitely had a better chance of stealing back the hat. "Th-then take this," Din offered Ratchet the inert Rod of Seasons; it could at least be used as a mace, and had a slightly longer reach than his wrench. At least if Ratchet threw his wrench again, he'd have another melee weapon at hand. As Ratchet made to jump during Roadhog's reload, Din would attempt to take a few potshots towards her enemies, trying to focus on the Rabbid, since Roadhog seemed able to shrug off the bolts that Ratchet had previously fired. Even if she didn't hit, she hoped she could at least provide enough of a distraction for Ratchet to make his move.

Ratchet nodded to Din and took the Rod of Seasons and ran for the gap dodging and weaving pasts the many grenades the rabbid was unloading. Storing his wrench quick ratchet ran for the little fissure and used the rod as a pole to vault with sending himself high into the air, he knew that he was in a bit of a bad spot now as the masked man would no doubt take a shot at him mid air. Just so he didn't drop it Ratchet put the staff away as well, if he did get hit and dropped it there wouldn't be a way to recover it. Ratchet was about half way across the gap before he jumped of the air itself with a slight whipping sound and from the looks of it he was going to make it across the chasm.

Roadhog saw that the animal was attempting to make across the gap and reached for his hook. He threw it in the hopes of catching it and dealing with it for good. Meanwhile, the other animal stopped firing at the woman because he needed to reload and tried to be quick about it.

Din popped out from behind her hiding spot right when Ratchet took the leap, peppering crossbow bolts in the direction of Roadhog and the grenade-flinging Rabbid, hoping to distract them from attacking her small friend. Seeing that the Rabbid had stopped launching grenades momentarily, Din attempted to focus her shots on it, seeing that it looked like the weaker of the two. Din would continue until Linkle's crossbow emptied before diving back behind her rock, and finding a magazine of crossbow bolts magically appearing in her off-hand. "How unusual," Din thought to herself as she reloaded the weapon.

As Ratchet thought the brute was going to take advantage of him being in the air, but instead of using his scarp gun he hurled his massive hook at ratchet. Yeah that thing looked like it could do some damage! Quickly pulling out his wrench he went to smack the hook out of the air but instead got his wrench caught by the hook. "Oh no." He said plainly as he was pretty sure what came next was going to really sting.

Roadhog managed to hook the animal's wrench before it could use it. He pulled on the hook's chains and sent the animal to the ground while the wrench flew towards him. Roadhog caught it and saw the rabbit dodging the arrows until one of them hit his grenade launcher, breaking it. The rabbit began to retreat in fear before Roadhog grabbed his arm. He knew that his weight was going to be a problem escaping and decided to give the hat to him. The rabbit grabbed the hat and begun running away from the scene while putting on the hat.

Meanwhile, Roadhog walked towards the animal on the ground, grabbed its neck, and started to strangle it.

Seeing Ratchet get hooked, and Roadhog passing the hat to the fleeing Rabbid, Din was momentarily torn with indecision. But she made up her mind quickly, and while the Rabbid was fleeing, and Roadhog was preoccupied strangling Ratchet, Din leapt across the canyon, running towards Roadhog and firing the crossbow at him repeatedly, shouting, "Let go of my friend!" She remembered seeing him ingest something earlier to recover from injuries sustained when Ratchet had struck him with bolts, like the red potions that were so common in Hyrule, and knew that if he needed to heal, he would have to let go of Ratchet's neck. Din was loathe to let the Rabbid make off with Kirby, but it seemed they wanted the puffball alive, so Ratchet took priority. Besides, she was sure that if they could successfully take down Roadhog, chasing down the Rabbid with it's tiny legs shouldn't be too difficult. Optimistically speaking, maybe they'd sandwich it between themselves and Geno.

Ratchet coughed as he struggled against Roadhog's massive hands, his legs flailing helplessly as he tried to pull the brutes hands from his throat. "Ghack-chccck!" Ratchet's eyes darted around as he frantically looked for a way to get himself out of the death trap that was the mans massive hands, spotting his wrench he wished he could reach it then he remembered the staff he was given. Though before acting he saw Din running to his rescue unloading a flurry of arrows into the goliath that was restraining him, if he could hold out a little longer the rain of arrows might make the man relent and open him up for a massive strike. And his mask looked like it would be a good place to hit, hopefully that would at the very least incapacitate this brute.

While Roadhog was strangling the animal, he heard the woman shouting as several arrows were heading for him. Almost immediately, Roadhog's left arm was used to shield himself for the incoming arrows. He had to deal with her before she managed to kill him. Roadhog got up as he was getting out his chain hook and threw it directly at the woman in order to stop her. It hit her stomach and caused her to stop for a moment. Roadhog started to retreat his hook when he realized that he left the small animal unattended and dreaded to turn around. Regardless, he at least tried to prepare for a response by reaching for his gun.

The hook hitting Din certainly knocked the air out of her. stunning her and causing her to double over. yet while her vision was realigning itself, she heard the soft clinking as the chain was being retracted. She wasn't sure if Ratchet was up yet, but she wanted to buy him some more time so she threw herself onto the hook, clamping the hook between her legs with the sharp part pointed away from her, while gripping the chain with her hands, essentially just adding her own weight onto the chain. She didn't know Roadhog's strength, but she doubted he could fling her as easily as he had flung Ratchet.

Ratchet fell from the giants grip as they used their arm to block the arrows Din had sent at them, now was Ratchet's moment! Now standing behind Roadhog Ratchet pulled out Din's staff and started running at Roadhog from behind again using the staff as a pole to vault with, he aimed himself at the giants heat winding up for a forceful strike at the mans head. "Hey porky!" He shouted as he unleashed his strike upon the man.

Before Roadhog could even react, the animal managed to hit his head hard enough with some kind of weapon. He tried to shoot at the creature, but he started to have trouble aiming. Then, he decided to attempt to get close towards him, but had trouble walking. And in his final attempt, he attempt to grab the container filled with hogdrogen to regain his strength; however, he finally collapsed onto the ground before he could inhale it. He had been defeated. As Roadhog was near unconsciousness, he heard the voice for the last time with a disappointing tone.

"Another failure. What a shame."

Then, he was unconscious; however, he was starting to remember the day that the world was consumed by a blinding light. Meanwhile, his container of hogdrogen was slowly changing back to its original color.

Maximum City: Superhero Sandbox Adventure

@King Tai

In the gutter of an alley in South Maximum, under a manhole, Embryon knelt in ankle-deep sewage, cupping its hands to the fluid and bringing it to its mouth. It remembered the days that it cried and retched with each mouthful, but those days were gone. Food was for humans, and Embryon would have to suffice with this. Suddenly it heard the sounds of an altercation from above. Such incidents happened all the time in South Maximum, but it wasn't Embryon's place to intervene or judge. It had no idea who was part of what gang, or the individual circumstances that led to the altercation. But what it did know was that in the end, someone would be injured, and Embryon would help then. Embryon felt little to no urgency in preventing the harm, since revealing itself would create a potentially more dangerous incident. Besides, being left for dead, and actually being dead, were two very different things that Embryon knew well. Embryon climbed up closer to the manhole to listen and wait for the fight to end so that it could climb out, heal the injured parties, and slink back into the darkness from whence it came.

Super Invincible Max God Century Robo: Giga Assault Hell Smasher Promethion - A Combining Mecha RPG

Michel Montmartre

Name: Michel Montmartre

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Job: MAX FIRE 1st Independent Special Squadron Pilot

Personality: Michel is effeminate and friendly, seeking harmony between the people around him. He has a tendency to bend over backwards to live up to expectations and will do everything he can and more to make others happy. Because of this, he is often stretched thin and has a tendency to burnout from stress, after which he falls into a self-deprecating slump. He is constantly seeking the approval of others and is easily influenced by his environment.

Skills: Through experimentation, Michel was given the ability to interface with Etherion-powered machines through a specially designed helmet, giving him the ability to telepathically control the ten blades of the two Beamstar Blade rotors that make up his mech's helicopter blades. Michel has good spatial awareness which is a great asset when it comes to piloting a helicopter, and telepathically commanding the Beamstar Blades. Having lived a sheltered life as a lab rat, he has very few life skills to speak of.

Short Bio: A child when his home in France was devastated, Michel was exposed to the Etherion of the monsters that attacked. The organization Max Fire took him in, first to study the potential harmful effects of Etherion on the human body, but later to use his exposure to the substance as a weapon. It became apparent early on that the child had some strange affinity with the new element, and after much research, a special weapons system was designed to take advantage of the child's unique ability. Despite being raised as a child soldier, forced to do constant pilot training and research simulations, the scientists at Max Fire treated Michel with love and care, and taught him to be the compassionate person he is.



Model: GAHS-CM-3 Shoulder Module/Remote Weapons Platform "Sumarbrandr"

Specialty: Prototype Remote Weapons Carrier / Transportation Helicopter

Features:

• Transportation storage hold
• Radio-Etherion Mental-Link Helmet

Armaments:

• Small nose-mounted beam gatling
• 2X Blade Rotors
• 10X Beamstar Blades (5 per rotor)

Weaknesses:

• Not heavily armored
• Not particularly fast
• Cannot use Beamstar Blades while in Helicopter mode

Beamstar Blade notes

As for Promethion's visuals, my contribution would focus on the shoulders, and how the beam stars are stored.

Being mounted on the shoulders, they could either be splayed out, or folded, very vaguely resembling the bottom image's right and left shoulders, respectively:



In folded configuration, it could drape downward, like a shoulder cape:



or like this:



Or point forward as a dual shoulder beam cannon:



This form could maybe form a combined quadruple shoulder cannon beam attack, assuming Shrike will be returning.

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

The Harpy Councillor, Sharmukh Isra'fil, was quite famous among Harpies. A young, up-and-coming cleric of great status known for his fiery zeal, he was the favorite to take on the mantle of Great Priest of Lathesa once the previous died. He had been sent as Lathesa's representative on the all-important mission of unifying the faiths by contributing to the building of the Temple of Light in the City of Light, and it was here that he has since become trapped, unable to return to Lathesa's Roost since the Behemoth fell. Like the other Councillors, he and the other social elite of the city had gathered together when communication with the other Great Cities was cut off, and was chosen, by virtue of his fame and status, to lead the Harpies by sitting on the council. As is apparent, each race had chosen their representative based on different criteria: the Elves by seniority, the Orcs by royal blood ties, the Humans and Merfolk by military service, and the Dwarves by political station.

In the ensuing silence, the guards had lowered their spears or placed hands upon the hilts of their swords when Lans began to strain menacingly against his restraints, yet the tension seems to release slightly as Lans' temper wanes. however, the silence is broken by Mort's statement, which causes Councillor Isra'fil to slam a wing on the table, "How DARE you speak of the Gods in this..."

"SHARMUKH! HE IS CURSED. HERESY IS TO BE EXPECTED." The voice of the Gods collectively speak out again, causing Councillor Isra'fil to fall into a fuming silence.

Then Rehsif spoke, asking for accommodations and complaining about the statues. The Merfolk Admiral shot Sharmukh a death glare from across the table to ensure that he didn't open his beak, before she replied, "Yes, of course, after this meeting is over, you will be allowed access to the baths, and to room and board. You must understand that we still do not fully trust that you are not sleeper agents for the Gods of Darkness, so we had to keep you as weak as possible leading up to this meeting." The council listened also to Ahelair's statement, before the Merfolk Councillor replied, "You are not...going to be executed. But..." She looked over at the other councillors, somewhat at a loss.

"A last request is still valid, considering what we will be putting them up to," the Dwarf Councillor stated, continuing in an almost professional detachment, "In your absence, and in the eventuality of your death, your property will be seized for the good of the City. However, the existence of your clinic is too crucial to the continued survival of the City to liquidate. As it stands, the nurses from the City Volunteer Corps that have been assisting you heretofore shall continue to operate from your clinic, while suitable healers from Councillor Isra'fil's contingent of clerics will be assigned to take over operations. In short, we will insure that the people will continue to be in good hands. And as you are the only property owner among this group, the assets of the rest of you will be liquidated, your fish will be sent to the soup kitchens to continue to feed the masses," the Dwarf addressed Rehsif specifically, before returning to the rest of the group, "We do not expect any of you will be returning to claim what the City has seized. If you do, you will be subsidized by me, personally."

Councillor Silversmith cleared his throat, "Let's get on with it then, after much discussion amongst ourselves, and with the Gods, we have agreed upon a mission. As you all are surely aware, a Great Temple to each God resides in each race's capitol. Before the Behemoth fell, our respective holy men and holy women communed with the Gods for blessings and signs. Since we have successfully reestablished communion with the Gods through this chamber, we have learned that the Temples remain besieged, but unbroken. Here, the individual Gods have less power, but at their respective temples, they can grant blessings, power that could turn the tide in this relentless onslaught of darkness. The temples must be liberated from the grip of darkness, but we fear that this alone may not be enough, after all, the temples were free before the Behemoth landed, yet we were not able to push them back. Then the four of you land in our dungeon. Unknowns. Dangerous. Touched by the enemy. Yet, holding on to your sanity. Perhaps you are our doom. Or perhaps, you will be the way in which we use the powers of darkness against itself. The Council is in agreement, as are the Gods. Your mission is to travel to each city, commune with the God who resides there, and attain their blessing. This is...an incomplete mission, as the Gods will update us on your progress, and further decisions will be made based on knowledge as it presents itself. We believe that the curse you carry will be the key, whether it helps us understand our enemy better or gives us some way to learn how to prevent from succumbing to the madness. You will be escorted by what members of the Garrison our City can spare. You...don't really have a choice in the matter, but I would like your consent all the same. As Councillor Lavinia pointed out," Bron gestured to the Merfolk Admiral, "After this meeting, you will be treated as guests, and not as prisoners. You will be given a few days to regain your strength, to eat, to wash, to prepare. You will be given the option to stock yourselves with gear from the barracks, and a small quantity of coin should you choose to purchase anything from the markets. There is one undecided factor though. Each member of the council wants to know the status of their capitol first, each God wants their temple liberated first, so on this point, we are at odds. Perhaps we could leave the decision to the four of you, or perhaps if you require more information, you can seek the six of us out, and we can tell you the benefits that our cities can offer you, and the blessings that our Gods have been known to bestow upon their champions from legends. But for the sake of the continued unity of the Council, we have decided that you are to seek us out individually, lest this Councilchamber turn into a bloody auction house." A silence falls over the courtroom. "Guards. Unshackle them."

The guards that had herded you into the chamber approach slowly, and gently unlock the shackles that had bound your wrists and ankles. Taking the chains, they pull away, though remain at high alert.

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Please let me know if you would like your characters to know about any NPC's and I can give you information about them. For example, @tekkaiwallace's post expressed that Mort recognized the Harpy Leader, so I am going to give some information on him.

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

It has been more than a fortnight in the dungeon, whether you have already lost track of time or whether you have been obsessively counting the days, hours, minutes. Whether you were waiting in line at a soup kitchen, being relocated for sleeping in an unauthorized area, or simply minding your own business, a contingent of city guards had happened to be around, with a mage, dowsing for corruption. And they had found you. With terror and duty in their eyes, with or without a fight, you were restrained and brought here.

And here you have stayed, in a cramped cell with a thin pile of rotting straw to sleep on and a shallow gutter with which to relieve yourself. You have been fed and watered, but only just. You have been under observation. Sometimes the same mage that arrested you, sometimes others, would come by and stare at you in veiled horror and curiosity. And scribble down notes. As the days progressed these observations became more frantic. Hurried whispers between mages expressing confusion, but the conclusion was clear, nobody survived the curse this long. Until finally, you and three of your fellow prisoners were retrieved from your cells, one at a time, thoroughly shackled, and marched out of the dungeon, flanked by guards, confused and wary. For the more aware, it was obvious that you were in the Administrative Center of the City of Light as you passed through hallways, and high-roofed plazas, white and pristine, or at least as pristine as could be maintained, given the ongoing cataclysm outside the city's walls.

You eventually found yourself relocated to the Grand Temple of Light, a great circular chamber filled with the pious, or those feigning piety just for some reprieve from the conditions of the city streets. You were led upwards, to a chamber above the main prayer hall, a smaller room, but taller, a crescent-shaped table at the center, the opening of the crescent pointed towards you and the other prisoners, and into the jaws of this crescent table you were marched. Sitting at the table, spaced out evenly in six directions were what remained of civilized government, leaders chosen from their respective races, some perhaps too old to lead, some perhaps too young. Behind these leaders stood their retinues, comprised of councillors, advisors, and military personnel. Inside the crescent with you, besides the other prisoners, stood vigilant guards, just waiting for you or your peers to lash out in madness to attack the important members of this Council of Light. But behind the political retinues stood tall statues dedicated to the Six Gods of Light, each glowing with an otherworldly light in their respective divine color.

The human member of the Council stood up, a man in his fifties, with graying hair and beard. He had the physique of a military man, formerly captain of the city garrison, now leader of what remained of the known world. "I am Lord Protector Bron Silversmith," the man introduced himself, then gestured to the others seated at the table, "Head of the Council of Light. First and foremost, we the Council would like to extend our most sincere apology for your stay in the dungeons. I believe you understand why you were imprisoned. This rule has kept us safe from madness and subterfuge. Ever since we've been able to detect the corrupting influence of the God's of Darkness, anyone found with this corruption is to be incarcerated and observed until the madness takes them and they are euthanized."

Then the leader of the Elves, a wizened old crone dressed in traditional spellcaster's garb, spoke up, "Every individual found with the corruption has so far been found mad, or is taken with madness within days of imprisonment. You have been brought before the council because you have survived a fortnight without succumbing fully to the madness. We do not know what this means, but our mages and clerics surmise that this is a sign. Perhaps as a people, we are becoming acclimated to the presence of the Dark Gods," she chuckles sardonically, "though I do not want to imagine a world where that is true. Others say this is a sign that you have been chosen, but by whom, and for what purpose? Even the Gods of Light do not know!" The six statues seemed to glow softly in agreement, the presence of gods could be felt more clearly now in the room.

"We are taking a heavy risk by even bringing you into this chamber," snapped the Harpy leader, a male in his prime and a man of the faith, "But we are desperate for some change to this slow death our city, nay, our very civilizations face. Here you see our greatest secret. We have re-established communion with the Gods and have presented your unique case to them."

"TELL US OF THESE SURVIVORS OF THE CURSE" Six impending voices sounded out through the minds of all in the room as the statues flashed brightly.

"Yes, my Lords!" The Harpy held his wings up in supplication, before addressing the warden, "Please, sir."

"Sir! This elf," the warden said, gesturing to Ahelair, "is Kind Ahel, known to many in the city for his altruism and healing skill. Without him, the slums would have descended into anarchy and disease. I...it was a shame we had to lock him up. This orc..."

"His markings show that he is a terror knight," came the high-pitched voice of the boy orc leader, dressed up as a warlord, but whose fur-lined boots didn't even touch the ground. He looked back at his advisors, who nodded in approval that their leader had recognized the cultural markings.

"Yes, my lord. Lans has been on and off the Garrison, and proven himself on the battlefield many times, though he has demonstrated episodes of...uncontrollable violence. The Garrison captain can vouch for his bravery though, I'm sure. This one...the chicken, I do not know his name, but he's been caught on multiple occasions in possession of tomes and scrolls, and may be linked with the recent string of library robberies. He is considered mostly harmless. And finally, this one is a fishmonger, brought in after an altercation at the marketplace."

"So, basically, nothing in common?" asked the Dwarf leader, a woman with all the trappings of a merchant and lawmaker, "And hardly the stuff of legends."

"We have little choice in the matter, for the Gods have already decided," came the Merfolk leader, a woman admiral, "But before we get into the details of the mission, I believe our guests have the right to speak their minds. After all, it may be the last sane conversation they have."

The room falls quiet as the council waits expectantly.

Maximum City: Superhero Sandbox Adventure

@King Tai

I might have Embryon appear in Southside. I assume hospitals there are shittier than others, while also having a high influx of trauma patients and victims of violent crime, so the perfect place to pull off a mysterious miracle healer operation. But that would mean strange security footage of a pink, fleshy monster scouring the halls of the hospitals, like a Xenomorph.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

I am still here

PITFALL: Heroes and Villains

Here's my CS, ready for review:

Interference

Basics

Name (& pronunciation): Eileen Fang
Nicknames/Aliases: Interference
Date of Birth (& age): November 11, 2011 (33)
Place of Birth: Oakland, California, NALOC
Gender: Female

Physical Description

Height: 4'11"
Weight: 95 lbs
Detailed Physical Description:

Eileen is not petite, but is certainly unassuming, and easily overlooked. She does not have heroic proportions by any means, and is a bit on the short side with a small frame. She usually wears her dark, shoulder-blade-length hair in a small ponytail, and wears glasses for purely cosmetic reasons.

Typical Attire/Clothing:

Eileen dresses vary casually, usually sufficing with a T-shirt and a skirt, since she will almost always have a white lab coat draped over the ensemble. She is so casual in fact, that she even often wears flip-flops and sandals in the lab (Gasp! A safety violation!) but since she is usually master of her own lab, there is no one to punish her.

Hero Equipment:

Power Suit

Interference wears a caped, white enamel androgynous power suit that is easily mistaken for a robot. It looks something like the following image.

But the head has a single red camera in the center like the following image.

• Power Suit: Provides minor protection, mainly used to focus or augment her sound and light abilities, gives her control of her 'locusts'.
• Surveillance Swarm: a swarm of microrobot drones in the form of beetles/locusts used mainly for spying and eavesdropping, though Eileen can also use them offensively by laying them around in intricate patterns that amplify the harmonics of an area, augmenting her powers.
• Blast Bludgeon: a long, baseball bat-like triangular rod that functions like a tuning fork. Eileen uses this to triangulate the harmonic frequencies of objects she strikes with it. After several strikes, she is able to determine the vibrational frequency that is most destructive to the particular material she is striking. She already knows what frequency works best for concrete and bone-through-flesh.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude:

Eileen is soft-spoken and big-sisterly, often displaying cute, ditzy mannerisms. She can get excited when talking about technology or research, but is quite subdued most of the time. Yet her slow, quiet speech is accompanied with a certain gravity. She is very nurturing to her teammates, motherly as she takes care of their needs while also pushing them to challenge themselves and improve. Her quietness, at times, seems forlorn and determined as she stares off into some brave new future that she knows will one day come.

On the other hand, her personality slightly changes when she dons her power armor. Half of her powers being based off sound, Eileen understands the value of being loud, and often utilizes shock and awe tactics. In combat, she can be exacting, precise, and relentless. Control defines her, whether that is mastery over herself or the battlefield. She is determined to push onward and use the most optimum method to get the job done.

Skills/Talents:
Likes:

• When a plan falls together
• Soothing sights and sounds
• Space and Science
• People

Dislikes:

• Bright light
• Loud sound
• People[Emotional individuals, or individuals who cannot otherwise be reasoned with

Fears:

• The world tearing itself apart
• Chaos

Guiding Life Philosophy: Machiavellian Humanist Utilitarianism

Background

Origin Story:

Eileen was born to a poor immigrant Chinese family in Oakland, California. Living in a low-income household, Eileen was taught to obey the established peace and order, to not cause trouble, and to strive for self-improvement.

At a young age, Eileen demonstrated a knack for complex mathematics and, by extension, physics. Through study and hard work, Eileen saw that she could live a perfectly peaceful and successful life. Complacently and blindly, Eileen powered through her education, gaining multiple honors and advanced degrees. Though praised as a prodigy, Eileen remained humble and reserved. She eventually found herself moving to NAC and working in government laboratories, developing cutting-edge technology for the various failed projects of DIM, with whom she agreed with philosophically. Hosts were too dangerous, and order must be maintained. What she disagreed with, however, was DIM's methods. But what could she do? She was just a researcher.

One day, she woke up, her head filled with white noise, and her vision blurry, her skin sensitive. Her senses were competing for computing space in her brain. She tried to hide from all light sources, she tried to muffle all sound, but it helped minimally. Realizing that she might be going through an Imperium infection, she called her work and explained the symptoms. They came and collected her, dumping her, as requested, into a sensory deprivation chamber, that she had requested also be RF insulated. In the silent darkness, she was finally able to gather her thoughts. Her Imperium had made her skin able to sense two wave phenomena: light and sound, visible and invisible, audible and inaudible. With the help of her workplace, she slowly trained her brain to filter what she was normally supposed to be able to see and hear as a human, from the bombardment of white noise and RF static that a human was not supposed to be able to see or hear. Then she trained herself to tune in to that noise and static, to learn how to identify and interpret. She made herself a willing guinea pig to DIM, so long as they respected her rights within reason. But more than anything, her newly gained ability to detect both sonic and photonic harmonics accelerated her research into crystalline optronics, pushing the boundaries of robotics.

Now, as one of the few hosts working within DIM, Eileen plans to revitalize the department and bring order to this host-torn world. She is also slowly beginning to realize that in addition to sensing light and sound, she also has the ability to emit it, but she's not telling anyone.

Imperium

Imperium Code: YF66613
Imperium Name: Sight and Sound Skin
Power Name: Harmonic Detection
Power Description:

Eileen has the ability to emit, detect, and absorb phenomena that exhibit mathematical wave behavior: sound and light. She uses technology to augment her abilities, relying on harmonics. The light and sound is emitted from her body (skin). Being inherently able to solve complex mathematical wave equations, she is blessed with a very high intelligence.

• Sound Wave Emission/Reception: Eileen can emit as well as absorb/hear audible sound as well as sound outside the audible range, allowing her to mimic voices, make herself completely silent, send out shockwaves, fire disorienting beams of ultrasound, produce the brown note, have superhearing, tell when people are lying, etc.
• EM Wave Emission/Reception: Eileen can emit and absorb/see visible light as well as light outside the visible spectrum allowing her to fire microwaves, create flashbangs, camouflage, have x-ray vision, night-vision, etc.

Pitfall Name:Eyes and Ears
Pitfall Description:

Any high intensity light (such as a laser, powerful flashlight, or the Sun) pointed at Eileen's exposed skin floods her visual cortex and is temporarily blinding and deafening. The same is true if she is exposed to an unfiltered blast of high intensity sound (or if some pinpoint ultrasound was pointed at her skin, like a dog whistle or pest repellent) the same effect would occur. This is why she keeps her lab operating in mostly low-light conditions and behaves like a vampire when walking outside. Also why she wears a protective layer of armor.