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Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

I was just working on that actually.

I finished coding the sheet in the character tab, if you guys wanna have a look

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

We'll probably wait until we have some of the characters accepted before starting. You can start writing your post, but maybe not post it until later.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

@Dream Maker Your character Chisato is like a few steps from being accepted, just a couple of things though.

Two of your Jutsu’s are kind of vague, so it would be better if you would make it so Heat Wave and Hell Fire are one of the same, so basically put them together along with your custom C-rank and make it the B-rank, you can eliminate the restriction if you want though, unless that's something you want. In that case you can say fatigued, instead of useless. You can keep the 3 post limit and stuff. I don’t really get how far reaching the AoE is so if you could clarify that for me please, I’d appreciate it.

Make Crush break bones, but only if you have like a 50+ strength advantage. And the summoning tech into a C for the sake of being consistent with the canon.

You have two D ranks to work with now, which you could always google from the official list if your low on ideas. Lastly, can you explain a little bit about the Youkai? Like what type it is? I'm guessing it's a spirit manifestation, but it'll help if you clarify.

As for sharingan, yeah you can have it for later. If anything, come to us for help on the mechanics and stuff.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

_{“PROPER 12, BUT THAT'S MR. 12 TO YOU”}

__________________________________________________________________________ Name: Proper 12 | Nickname: Mr. Proper 12 | Age: 21 | Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Matthew David Rudd | Handedness: Right-Handed | Birth Sign: Aries | Theme: [x] | D7BE69 Likes: The bleak night sky, moments of silence, a playful deliverance of words, conversation, women, fishing, rest and relaxation, loyalty and sometimes ignorance, hot-bloodedness. Dislikes: That one noise his fridge makes every time he opens it, uncreative lies, meekness in the tone of the voice, meekness for the sake of manipulation, being outdone, being unchallenged. Economic Status/Behavior: Low-class // Not a single dime is spent wastefully, if I somehow have something left, it might be spent hedonisticaly. Your First Goal Seeking Objective: Achieving notable recognition among his peers and gaining approval from his clan. Primarily by successfully completing missions above his skill level. D-RANKS: Orb (Manifest): The user is able to create roughly around 5 electrical orbs that float across his general area, he can also move them deliberately and place them within 50 feet of his own position. Orb (Flash): The user can manipulate the orb to create a flashing effect that will leave the target blind. Once this ability is used, the orbs will vanish along with it. Vampiric Magnetism: If the user has contact with an organic source, they can extract or deposit their pool of chakra as long as all 5 fingers are connected. The extraction quantity depends on where the hands are placed, however. The most prominent amount is gained/exchanged when 4 of the five fingers are pressed where the jugular vein is located. C-RANKS: Orb (Lance): The orbs will form into sharp lances that will hurl at incredible speed towards the opponent. However, instead of piercing the target, they will imbue their properties upon them. Causing a ‘short-circuit’ and making the user lose control of basic motor functions. Such as speech, mobility and even breathing. The effect will last for roughly 60 seconds (1 post). Orb (Grenade): By condensing a greater amount of energy to the orbs, the user can make their physical structure into a sensitive mold that will explode on contact. The speed of travel is shortened by roughly 25%, however their power is enough to rival that of ordinary paper bombs. Can be chained together to create a bigger detonation. B-RANKS: Orb (Mystic Railgun): The user will utilize all 5 orbs in conjunction and reduce their size by 40% to allow them a faster travel speed, in such, he will make the orbs spin clockwise rapidly before him, until they become a secular source, shooting it towards the target at high velocity through electromagnetic force. Purely physical, able to pierce through tough terrain and armor. A sniper shot. Total: 525 Strength: 60 Dexterity:80 Perception: 80 Chakra: 50 Chakra Control: 85 Charisma: 70 Proficiency: 100

Ferocity, strength and intensity are the flames that welds the iron in his appreciation for combat. Through such an encompassing presence, it's actually fairly easy to get along with this man. A stout believer of strength and iron will, he is the one who lives through the ideals of a man of gentle disposition yet similarly strong in body. Proper 12 has a very playful, yet sinister and carefree outlook on life, though he is very much devoted to his craft when it comes to battle and work, he consumes life as easily as he disposes of it. Things are passing and he’d enjoy the small things while simultaneously rid himself of the unnecessary troubles.. He could be recognized as responsible, although flimsily so. Brave, passionate and likable young man who is sensible and kind. Loyalty by any other means is regarded to its highest degree by this youth, lies and deceit, truth and honor are grey and tilted. Placed on a scale which weighs them effervescently to a rhythmic sway. He wishes to live a life full of wonders and one where he could live without a single amount of regret. If there's anything that this man appreciates more than combat is fishing, hunting, horse riding and women. A charismatic presence, although clumsy at times, he can be recognized as a genuine soul simply looking for something that can fill his life with joy. For as long as I have memory, Amegakure has been home to many starving children. The war has prospered the economical wealth and quality of life of many villages across the world. Ame wasn’t granted that boon for many years. After the decline, the central powers began to dominate many of the markets and general trading across the world, leaving the smaller villages to fend for themselves only to sell to a single power and unable to expand their business across the world, with most of the profit heading towards the super power. Outsourcing products beyond their respective reach would be a violation of law, eventually, Ame was able to expand beyond their borders, in more ways than just the rhetorical. Human technological advancements were made, engineering prospects began to develop beyond what was thought to be impossible, and with natural sourcing and energy, Amegakure no Sato became the first mobile village, a fortress. Sky vagrants, they called us, with four ports across the world, one in Konoha, another in Suna, one in the remains of old Ame, and the final one in the border between the two nations. The skies are a weird place to make your home, you’re closer to the stars than any other person, similarly surrounded in a world who’s beyond what was thought to be a dream. Yet hunger and poverty are a constant. Things change, yet others stay the same. Opportunities are gifted to those with the privilege to own them, some are not forced to extend their hands into a tough situation in hopes of a better tomorrow. Such an action requires heroism and strength, the one subject the privilege lacks enormously. Classism is prevalent wherever you walk, and my history is one that delves into the streets of poverty. Living in a land of progress, the physical manifestation of the future, and yet getting stuck in the unfortunate annals of a broken system if by far the definition of prejudice. However my story might’ve gone, joining the academy for a better future… or perhaps it was simply chance, my abilities will propel me further into the unknown. Proper 12 is my moniker, the name handed to me due to my ability. It comes to me as natural as breathing, you might even say it is a form of breathing. I can polarize, control, manipulate, disperse and even absorb electrical matter like if it were nothing. Proper 12, you will only refer to me as such. A member of a various peculiar family, my ascension to greatness starts with a first, proper step. P R O P E R 1 2 // Visual Example This technique specializes in utilizing the concentration of power through a complete axis. Flowing simultaneously throughout the body to release an energy that goes beyond that of an electrical surge and into the dimensions of proper control. [1]“Electricity is the set of physical phenomena associated with the presence and motion of matter that has a property of electric charge. Electricity is related to magnetism, both being part of the phenomenon of electromagnetism, as described by Maxwell's equations. Various common phenomena are related to electricity, including lightning, static electricity, electric heating, electric discharges and many others." The presence of an electric charge, which can be either positive or negative, produces an electric field. The movement of electric charges is an electric current and produces a magnetic field.” With proper control, the user is able to critically impact the negative and positive fields of human electromagnetism and chakra to significantly magnify or narrow their natural polarity effortlessly. Creating phenomena like heating the palm of his hand, or suctioning away energy from a source. Condensing set power is manufactured through the user’s ability to manipulate his own chakra, forming a levitating orb that crackles in an electrical surge of energy. The orb’s shape can be manipulated at will, and it hones on the user’s presence like maginitsm. Equally, it can latch on and follow any source that develops chakra and levitate on their surface. However, the orb can also be thrown and directed at the specific target and used as a proximity bomb. Set orbs are roughly the size of a baseball. Proper Pugilist // Fighting Stance When confronted with an uncomfortable battle situation, his attack patterns will change and his philosophy to battle will alter. Opponents will be dealt with a reflex rather than power, reaction rather than speed. His posture will remain close to the target, and his figure and stance will adapt to close-quarters combat. Patience is the driving force for this ability. He will use effective counters and faints to lead the enemy’s body exposed for quick jabs in critical spots. On activation, once the shift has undergone to a taijutsu battle, this stance regulates his chakra under the soles of his feet, similar to the concept used when using chakra to stand on liquid surfaces, except it’s extended outwards to a radius of 5 feet, the ground will radiate and electrical current that anyone in it will prompt an immediate response to the users brain, allowing the to react appropriately as long as the enemy is within his radius. The user cannot be flanked or taken by surprise during this state. This is a stance exclusively used for close-combat.Both feet need to be firmly planted on the ground. Once this is activated, the user temporarily loses the ability to use his jutsu and they’re in a reaction only stance, meaning that he can only exclusively counter. He needs to wait a rest period of 60 seconds (1 post ) after deactivation before utilizing them again. He will read the enemy’s foot work, strength and posture through what he calls “The Deadzone” the proficiency for this move will be determined by the divided result of DEXTERITY and PERCEPTION together.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

I ain't about that slow life. I was born ready.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

Proper 12

“Proper 12, but that’s Mr. 12 to you”
_{Character Theme}

Name: Proper 12
Nickname: Mr. Proper 12
Age: 21
Type of Voice/Voice Actor: Matthew David Rudd
Handedness: Right-Handed
Birth Sign: Aries

Likes: The bleak night sky, moments of silence, a playful deliverance of words, conversation, women, fishing, rest and relaxation, loyalty and sometimes ignorance, hot-bloodedness.

Dislikes: That one noise his fridge makes every time he opens it, uncreative lies, meekness in the tone of the voice, meekness for the sake of manipulation, being outdone, being unchallenged.

Economic Status/Behavior: Low-class // Not a single dime is spent wastefully, if I somehow have something left, it might be spent hedonisticaly.

Your First Goal Seeking Objective: Achieving notable recognition among his peers and gaining approval from his clan. Primarily by successfully completing missions above his skill level.

Personality traits, favorite sayings, habits:

Ferocity, strength and intensity are the flames that welds the iron in his appreciation for combat. Through such an encompassing presence, it's actually fairly easy to get along with this man. A stout believer of strength and iron will, he is the one who lives through the ideals of a man of gentle disposition yet similarly strong in body. Proper 12 has a very playful, yet sinister and carefree outlook on life, though he is very much devoted to his craft when it comes to battle and work, he consumes life as easily as he disposes of it. Things are passing and he’d enjoy the small things while simultaneously rid himself of the unnecessary troubles.. He could be recognized as responsible, although flimsily so youth. Brave, passionate and likable young man who is sensible and kind. Loyalty by any other means is regarded to its highest degree by this youth, lies and deceit, truth and honor are grey and tilted. Placed on a scale which weighs them effervescently to a rhythmic sway. He wishes to live a life full of wonders and one where he could live without a single amount of regret. If there's anything that this man appreciates more than combat is fishing, hunting, horse riding and women. A charismatic presence, although clumsy at times, he can be recognized as a genuine soul simply looking for something that can fill his life with joy.

Brief History:

For as long as I have memory, Amegakure has been home to many starving children. The war has prospered the economical wealth and quality of life of many villages across the world. Ame wasn’t granted that boon for many years. After the decline, the central powers began to dominate many of the markets and general trading across the world, leaving the smaller villages to fend for themselves only to sell to a single power and unable to expand their business across the world, with most of the profit heading towards the super power. Outsourcing products beyond their respective reach would be a violation of law, eventually, Ame was able to expand beyond their borders, in more ways than just the rhetorical. Human technological advancements were made, engineering prospects began to develop beyond what was thought to be impossible, and with natural sourcing and energy, Amegakure no Sato became the first mobile village, a fortress. Sky vagrants, they called us, with four ports across the world, one in Konoha, another in Suna, one in the remains of old Ame, and the final one in the border between the two nations.

The skies are a weird place to make your home, you’re closer to the stars than any other person, similarly surrounded in a world who’s beyond what was thought to be a dream. Yet hunger and poverty are a constant. Things change, yet others stay the same. Opportunities are gifted to those with the privilege to own them, some are not forced to extend their hands into a tough situation in hopes of a better tomorrow. Such an action requires heroism and strength, the one subject the privilege lacks enormously. Classism is prevalent wherever you walk, and my history is one that delves into the streets of poverty. Living in a land of progress, the physical manifestation of the future, and yet getting stuck in the unfortunate annals of a broken system if by far the definition of prejudice.

However my story might’ve gone, joining the academy for a better future… or perhaps it was simply chance, my abilities will propel me further into the unknown. Proper 12 is my moniker, the name handed to me due to my ability. It comes to me as natural as breathing, you might even say it is a form of breathing. I can polarize, control, manipulate, disperse and even absorb electrical matter like if it were nothing. Proper 12, you will only refer to me as such. A member of a various peculiar family, my ascension to greatness starts with a first, proper step.

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Traits:

P R O P E R 1 2 //

Visual Example

This technique specializes in utilizing the concentration of power through a complete axis. Flowing simultaneously throughout the body to release an energy that goes beyond that of an electrical surge and into the dimensions of proper control.

[1]“Electricity is the set of physical phenomena associated with the presence and motion of matter that has a property of electric charge. Electricity is related to magnetism, both being part of the phenomenon of electromagnetism, as described by Maxwell's equations. Various common phenomena are related to electricity, including lightning, static electricity, electric heating, electric discharges and many others."

The presence of an electric charge, which can be either positive or negative, produces an electric field. The movement of electric charges is an electric current and produces a magnetic field.”

With proper control, the user is able to critically impact the negative and positive fields of human electromagnetism and chakra to significantly magnify or narrow their natural polarity effortlessly. Creating phenomena like heating the palm of his hand, or suctioning away energy from a source.

Condensing set power is manufactured through the user’s ability to manipulate his own chakra, forming a levitating orb that crackles in an electrical surge of energy. The orb’s shape can be manipulated at will, and it hones on the user’s presence like maginitsm. Equally, it can latch on and follow any source that develops chakra and levitate on their surface. However, the orb can also be thrown and directed at the specific target and used as a proximity bomb. Set orbs are roughly the size of a baseball.

Proper Pugilist //

Fighting Stance

When confronted with an uncomfortable battle situation, his attack patterns will change and his philosophy to battle will alter. Opponents will be dealt with a reflex rather than power, reaction rather than speed. His posture will remain close to the target, and his figure and stance will adapt to close-quarters combat. Patience is the driving force for this ability. He will use effective counters and faints to lead the enemy’s body exposed for quick jabs in critical spots.

On activation, once the shift has undergone to a taijutsu battle, this stance regulates his chakra under the soles of his feet, similar to the concept used when using chakra to stand on liquid surfaces, except it’s extended outwards to a radius of 5 feet, the ground will radiate and electrical current that anyone in it will prompt an immediate response to the users brain, allowing the to react appropriately as long as the enemy is within his radius. The user cannot be flanked or taken by surprise during this state.

This is a stance exclusively used for close-combat.Both feet need to be firmly planted on the ground. Once this is activated, the user temporarily loses the ability to use his jutsu and they’re in a reaction only stance, meaning that he can only exclusively counter. He needs to wait a rest period of 60 seconds (1 post ) after deactivation before utilizing them again.

He will read the enemy’s foot work, strength and posture through what he calls “The Deadzone” the proficiency for this move will be determined by the divided result of DEXTERITY and PERCEPTION together.

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Jutsu List: 4 D-rank, 2 C-rank, 1 B-rank

D-RANKS:

Orb (Manifest): The user is able to create roughly around 5 electrical orbs that float across his general area, he can also move them deliberately and place them within 50 feet of his own position.

Orb (Flash): The user can manipulate the orb to create a flashing effect that will leave the target blind. Once this ability is used, the orbs will vanish along with it.

Vampiric Magnetism: If the user has contact with an organic source, they can extract or deposit their pool of chakra as long as all 5 fingers are connected. The extraction quantity depends on where the hands are placed, however. The most prominent amount is gained/exchanged when 4 of the five fingers are pressed where the jugular vein is located.

C-RANKS:

Orb (Lance): The orbs will form into sharp lances that will hurl at incredible speed towards the opponent. However, instead of piercing the target, they will imbue their properties upon them. Causing a ‘short-circuit’ and making the user lose control of basic motor functions. Such as speech, mobility and even breathing. The effect will last for roughly 60 seconds (1 post).

Orb (Grenade): By condensing a greater amount of energy to the orbs, the user can make their physical structure into a sensitive mold that will explode on contact. The speed of travel is shortened by roughly 25%, however their power is enough to rival that of ordinary paper bombs. Can be chained together to create a bigger detonation.

B-RANKS:

Orb (Mystic Railgun): The user will utilize all 5 orbs in conjunction and reduce their size by 40% to allow them a faster travel speed, in such, he will make the orbs spin clockwise rapidly before him, until they become a secular source, shooting it towards the target at high velocity through electromagnetic force. Purely physical, able to pierce through tough terrain and armor. A sniper shot.

Stats: 525

Strength: 70
Dexterity:80
Perception: 90
Chakra Control: 95
Charisma: 90
Proficiency: 100

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

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Images began to float across his vision, a scenario he's never seen before, people he's never met. The events that occurred before him were like a premonition of the past or a retelling of the present. Between blurs and fading voices, the man known as Liverwire could never tell what was truly happening. But it dissolved itself into a recollection, a memory. Etched itself into the corners of his psyche and told its story anew. A lush world erupting in fauna the red planet had never seen before, a mystical touch by men who approached its garden. Something ate away at their sentries, the men trespassed to a hidden substance that radiated evil. What had they done? Pandora's box had shifted its course to the new world, and something ominous poisoned its air. He began to cough, darkness embraced the visage and engulfed his senses into silence. Like horrid existence reality had become hollow. For a moment, Rohan felt peace... With nothing gnawing at his conscious, nothing pulling at his heels. The weight of everyday life seemed to lift even if momentarily. But through such momentary blithe, the time approached where he had to awaken one more, so the darkness faded, and once again he was brought back to reality.

~**~

A few screens began to pop-up, statistics were finally in normal parameters and damage was kept to a minimal. The suit began to speak it's assessments, Livewire began to regain his consciousness, attempting to remember what had happened. The screams of men and women adorned the stage of flame and destruction before him. His hand felt numb and there was a faint glow at the epicenter of his chest. His hands rose itself towards his sights, opening and closing-- his fingers responding even though heaviness wrought across his bones, following to touching his chest where the glow effervescently beckoned to his call, palpitating before reducing itself into nothing. "What just happened?" Where the only thoughts that circled his head followed by the recollection of some strange dream. A bomb went out sometime when he had finished his hit, looking before him he was inside a building, broken, torn to shred, debris everywhere and small fire spread across the vicinity. "Was I found?" Doubt simmered itself into consciousness, the sound of gunfire began to ring in his ears. His head was still not prepared to handle the noises, but he knew he had the responsibility to endure it. He was pushed back and thrown inside the building by an explosion nearby, the automatic repair began their work since he was knocked out, approximately 20 minutes has passed since then.

But the most peculiar detail was that the suit primary functions were deactivated, a glaring red light was illuminated at the side of his helmet’s visor reading ‘adapting to molecular anomaly’ “Anomaly?” The suit wasn’t responding to his commands, and his body felt heavier and heavier the more he attempted to move his limbs, he sat at a junction between the hallway and a store room. His back lodged into the wall behind him, supported only by the weight of a few support beams that sustained the impact of the explosion. Finally, he began to move, standing even. Dusting away and debris that might’ve made it into his clothing, he scouted around for an exit. No good, between fire and collapsed stone, he seemed to have been trapped quite literally between a rock and a hard place. The collapse continued, stone falling before his very eyes, pushing him further into a corner. Damn it… To be in a predicament like this... The windows are also shut, no ways up the stairs. “How long until this thing caves in on me?” The suit reacted to his voice, it began to calculate silently, designating a small timer. Roughly 5 minutes, he needed to move and quick, he didn’t have any explosives, but detonating anything would compromise whatever stability there was here. He moved through the cracks, avoiding any cramped spaces, pacing himself steadily. Each step calculated, with purpose. One wrong move and he would be squashed among all this. He needed to maneuver himself through a room, two dead bodies lying on the floor…

This was nothing new to see, but without the inhibitors witnessing death felt terrible, the impact of human life was larger on his mind. At this moment, he was Rohan and not the ruthless Merc Livewire, he continued forward, the structure trembling at his feet. Chaining his sense together to see and feel everything until his suit finished ‘adapting.’ He paced himself through another exit, where the structure hadn’t been compromised as much, some of the walls had cracks and glass dressed the floors. A noise reached his ears, a cry? Rohan turned to its beckoning call, a child? No, wait… His feet drove him to the voice, it echoes on his head. A few rooms back, a collapsed door debris pouring out, a small gap and Rohan could see a young girl crying, an adult crushed beneath the weight of the rubble. She was stuck!

“Hey-- HEY! Can you hear me?”

The girl immediately rose her head, searching for the direction that voice came from, afraid, tears rolling down her eyes, the blood of her mother’s corpse in the tip of her fingers. “Right here, right here. Stay put, okay? I’ll try to take you out.” Three minutes and twenty-eight seconds… There wasn’t much time, he pulled his weapon out. A sword he carried on his back, lodging it between two stones as to lift it and then pull it out. Pushing with all his might, slowly making a path for the kid to exit from. “Damn it! Why don’t you work!? Hurry up, access level 1 protocols!” The suit didn’t respond to his command, the blaring light haunting him about its process, while simultaneously counting down the time until the building’s collapse. The blade snapped, the hilt was all that was left but he managed to make a small gap, enough for her to leave.

“Alright, come on, kid! Come over here!” The young girl looked at him, winced at the visage of the bloody hunter, helmet like a cyclops gauging her every step, her eyes drifted to her mother. Dead… her life twisted upside down, her tears began to fall again, her voice hoarse and afraid. “Wait… No,no, no! Don't be afraid! Come on, I’m here to help. If you don’t hurry, you’ll be in much more danger! Please, you have to listen to me! The building is gonna--” The time limit had reached 30 seconds, the earth beneath his heels was shaking, he could see the dust clouds and dirt fall over his shoulder, his eyes widened behind the helmet, noticing time almost slow as disaster would befall the two. The suit finally switched to its neon green, all the system back to full functions… As the building collapsed between the two, debris fell on their bodies, crushing their bones and burying them along the other who met their unfortunate end here. The world was chaos Rohan had been a part that added fuel to that fire. There was never a time he hesitated to let a man die, but why now? Why was now any different? Was this just a means to atone? Or perhaps… Was this his own ego? His own sense of invincibility reproducing itself in a time of crisis? But why? This moment was fleeting, many had died at his mercy, yet he couldn’t sustain himself long enough to value his own worth. Something grew within him at those moments, the world seemed lighter, the voices seemed to hush themselves for a moment. The gunfire inaudible, but he felt himself move.

L E V E L 1: E N G A G E D

Beneath his heel, the world seemed steady, easy to maneuver in, easy to mold. Like cradling a child in your hand, you held it at your mercy. Before him, a girl looking up, eyes widened as she witnessed a body sustain the earth before her in the air, his trembling arms attempting to sustain all that calamity, like Atlas, she witnessed a monster do everything in his power to keep her alive.

“Grit your teeth, kid. This one's gonna be loud.” His hands threw themselves to the side, and the earth obeyed his command, the debris expanded and moved, tore through the seams and opened a path to the outside. The smoke arose, and Livewire was back online. “Go to safety.” She hesitated, but perhaps something spoke to her about everything, the shock of the moment left in awe, but she knew. She stood and ran away, with Livewire witnessing her get further and further into the distance. Staring has his hands and body, as he questioned what had happened, questioned why he was able to control the earth and debris around him. But such a thought was completely shut after he witnessed everything that was happening outside, the chaos that ensued.

Gunfire, battle, death and carnage a man on fire… What the hell was even going on?

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

That's one nifty looking CS

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

L I V E W I R E

_{R O H A N B A L T H I E R
◄ 27 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'0 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Mercenary work never came easy, but battle did. Rohan is a tall and sturdy man that has accepted his role as a fighter. Since he was young, Rohan was physically stronger than most of the people around him, he was poised and praised as someone who probably grow to become an athlete. He lived a relatively normal life up until his teens. He was sweet with a girl he used to study with back in his high-school days, the moment both turned 18 they were already making plans for the future and their fields of work, talking about marriage and moving to better pastures, sort of speak. Rohan was also versatile with it came to technology and like to tinker a lot with radio comms and building house hold items, mostly for quality of life stuff. He was never the talkative kind, he would rather show kindness that express it, similarly he'd rather display violence than express it. However, an accident happen where his now fiancee was killed in accident, turns out there was a car crash somewhere and she didn't make. This made Rohan a bit desperate, later he found out it was an organized crime gone wrong, all under the name of a particular crime syndicate. He then made strides to join a merc group, slowly delving himself to the underground, learning how to shoot a gun and fight. The natural gift that were prominent as a child were displayed perfectly here. Slowly he learned how good he was at this, and he grew confident... Slowly but surely he found and defeated the people responsible for the death of his fiancee, but he never left this side of him. He continued, after a few months he became adjusted to this atmosphere, the pay was good too... unfortunately, his lucky caught up to him. And Laurence Campo, a scientist who's only interest is the advancement of human soldiers came in contact with him after a hit was placed on his head.

After such he became a lab rat, wearing a suit of armor everywhere he goes, never exposing his face to anyone. He gained the nickname Livewire through his exploits in the battle field. He roams the world like any other merc. He grew colder, yet he's not sunk completely into disarray. He still enjoys the small things, but he's probably gotten too accustomed to this way of life.

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

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There's always a sense of solidarity that bathes the soul when doing all of this. The distant claims of people's wails of concern radiate the space, almost like the very stars that loom across the planet's surface. The world before us is torn, we all know this. Witnessing the people pace themselves in the slum of their own worries is to him like walking on dead pastures... Seemingly unfortunate, but equally unimportant. Men don't ask themselves how things came to be, but express their past in actions to inherently change the future. Perhaps this is why this sense of solidarity emerges? Killing a man requires a sense of disconnection, a form of indifference man cannot really find in their mind to halt. Convince yourself otherwise, then pull the trigger. Survival of the fittest, let the weak fester on their waning throes. But why solidarity through disconnection? Because... Perhaps this in itself is liberating? Water is a precious resource, thirst is a damning consequence, perhaps in these moments of thought he realizes that death might be a form of salvation. Their own haven in a time where everything seems to have halted.

The red planet, where nothing seems to ever make any sense. Where humanity attempts to continue surviving even when their timer has already long expired. There are few who clutch their hopes in an almost... desperate embrace. "We're about to start. You ready on your end?" The signal was delayed, scrimmage could be heard between the indentations of the connection, but it was enough to make out the details. "Copy that, just send the signal. Cut the line at the moment this transmission ends" "Solid copy." The final beep echoes across their visors. Sat on the edge of the building overseeing the enclaves most significant piece of architecture. A place they call 'Cathedral Hall' in the heart of Yuma-North. A young Rohan awaited orders from his superior. "Did'ya come to terms with yourself?" The man didn't bother to turn and look at the boy in his eyes, something told him they were gonna speak louder than any of his word ever will. Perhaps a common courtesy between Veteran and Rookie. But as expected, Rohan didn't say a word and instead opted to double check his gear again.

The older man had a couple of gray hair on his kempt beard, eyes of emerald staring into the city streets. "You can always call it quits?" Again, greeted with silence. The man turned, looked over his shoulder to witness a young man no older than 20 years of age. Attempting to steadily hold his weapon in his hand, a 'by-the-book’ grip and footwork. As if to convince himself he has done this before, a good mark of someone who's green. His features were hidden behind the clad of metal that was his helmet. "There's no need to grip your weapon like that. If you hold any tighter, you might just forget that you have to point it forward, instead that at your feet." That clicked, Rohan checked himself a second time, shook his shoulders a bit and relaxed his breathing. His natural stiffness seemed to have alleviated, even if it was moderately. The veteran placed his helmet of his own, sighed as he did hoping things would work in his favor. "Balthier, run by me again the objective of today's mission."

Rohan didn't seem keen to speak, the man began to double check his gear as well. Tightening any loose ends and straps. Checking the magazines, the number of bullets displayed a small LCD screen on the side. "That's an order." The demand held force, his tone displayed an inkling of impatience and annoyance. "Cathedral's Hall- We are to infiltrate it's facility and hold position on the second floor, where our designated target will be hosting a gathering for him and his men. Team one will divert attention, while we storm in and capture Laurence Campo. After that we sedate him and bring him to the contact. Our escape route has been set, there should be a 'back door' that should lead us roughly two buildings south-west of Cathedral's Hall. After such we board the getaway vehicle and proceed towards the target location. The mission will be considered successful after the contact has received the body. Alive." The veteran stare was unwavering, almost as if gauging his next move like a predator to its prey. "Get to movin' then, Kid. You're on point."

They began their move, proceeded to access a hidden elevator as specified in the schematics, entered the code and moved on to the second floor. There they were greeted backstage, a bunch of staff and men in suits flirting with the glitter girls, others prepping their suits and makeup and a couple of bouncers having a smoke and speaking nonsense to one another. Their presence was ignored entirely, anyone who used the elevator was immediately thought of as staff, and it didn’t seem to be much of a concern if a couple of armed men would barge in every once in a while. Today in particular, since the target seemed to be Campo himself. A little tighter security wasn’t necessarily out of the question. The two continued into the crowd, greeted with peach neon lights, blaring music, few girls and men dancing provocatively on a stage and surrounded by a relatively loud and hefty audience. Rohan proceeded to move his hands towards his helmet, pressing a few buttons causing his field of view to shift and create an augmented scan of the premises.

“Seems our target is in that VIP room. We can get to it via those ladders, but as expected there’s armed security there. We won’t be able to walk past it.” The veteran took out a smoke, Opened the hatch of his helmet and began to inhale the nicotine allowing it to burn his lungs before slowly exhaling the smoke with calm indifference. “Try to blend in, kid. You stick out like a sore thumb. Before you go assessing shit, wait for the goddamn signal”

A loud thump suddenly reached his ears, followed by a jab to his neck, everything went black and he found himself unconscious... Seemingly some time later, he awoken strapped into a chair in an unknown location. His weapons gone, only his helmet on a few men standing in front of him one with a bat in hand. His helmet began to ring, an incoming call... One the men approached and pressed the button to accept.

"Well, so much for that, kid. Number one rule, always expect the unexpected." The voice on the other side of the comms seemed familiar, the Veteran? Why was he calling? What was happening? "Did you really think we'd form and entire operation with a mutt like yourself? Posting a couple requests was enough to fill us with the right amount of outlaws for our cause. Now then, don't bother talking we've administer enough a dosage on you that it could probably drop 5 men. Honestly, I'm surprised you've lasted this long." He begins to snicker, the other members must've been caught too, this was a work from the inside... Campo was ahead of them all this time.

"You see, my job was to capture and eliminate the entirety of your group. Team 1 was already dealt with, but it seems you're a different story. Laurence has taken a liking to you, during your nap he did some testing, seems you're exactly what that crazy scientist wants for his lab rat experiments. So I have a proposition for you, don't die and he'll reward you handsomely. Deal?" The call immediately ended, the men approached the boy and began to pelt him with blows. Hitting him constantly, causing his cough and bleed through his mouth, his lungs felt the burning sensation of death course through them, his mind was going blank, but something sustained him. There was some sort of resolution keeping him alive through all the torment and pain. He didn't know how long it took, he knew that at one point the got tired and decided to take turns, he could feel his bones break, slowly and effectively hitting all the vital spots. This is how he was gonna die... All his efforts amounted to nothing.

But then... they stopped. He was still breathing and another man came into the room. A smirk on his face, glee peering from the look of his eye. "Excellent, your resilience is to be admired, boy. I'd like to say, your tolerance to pain is even greater than what I anticipated. Hell, even the drugs weren't enough to take you down that easily." He reached for his helmet, Rohan instinctively reacted and pulled away "You have enough strength to resist, too. My you are impressive. As promised, I'll cut you a deal. Work for me, or die."

A few years passed, the name Rohan was kept between him and a few of his contacts and he underwent by the code name: Livewire. A new target was chosen, an easy enough mission involving a runaway mafia too important to let loose. Said to have gone under custody for protections reasons among New Brazil. Simple enough, infiltrate the home where he was hiding and kill him on sight, the return back to the contact to receive payment. However, after completing the hit and fancying himself a getaway, his plans were foiled by a sudden terrorist attack. He got caught in the middle of it all, thrown at the wayside, now he had to figure how to get off this mess.

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Laurence Campo: A scientist who in charge of his suits performance. The only contact he knows and the one responsible for the past 9 years of conflict for Rohan. They share no familiar bond, nor friendship. The two are coinciding on each other's desires, one for the development of his prototype, the other as a means of survival.

Rush: Our meeting was brief, but our connection grew through our similarities. I'd call Rush a lot of things, but the most effective way to describe him would be a dosed-up-battle-junkie. We were paired up for a hit once, and we had a conflict of interests. He wanted to do it one way, and I wanted to do it the other. He utilizes some type of drug to enhance his performances in a fight. In contrast to myself, I am able to pace myself differently, however my dosage come from the suit itself. It's an antagonizing sense of poetic difference, like a unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. He wants a fight, I don't. But regardless, I still keep count on who has the bigger number in our headcounts.

Artemis: She's one tough nut to crack, if anything. Our relationship is different from the other's in the Association. I respect her more as a person that most of people here. She has a heart, or maybe more of a heart than most of the deviants in this blood-letter of an Association. We have been on a couple of mission before. She was as tactful as she was skilled. She's taken an interest in my abilities, perhaps due the suits enhancements. She tries to constantly convince me to ally with her group... I'm a dog chained to a wall, and my leash is pretty short. Campo would sooner cut my head off, but regardless. I fear that joining any group outside of the Merc would jeopardize their efforts. I'm a fighter, and unfortunately all her request end up in my immediate denial.

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Powers: Geokinesis

Rohan was born with the power to manipulate the minerals around him such as earth, soil, sand, dirt, metal and concrete. Although his affinity with this power are limited, thanks to the strength provided by the suit they can be enhanced further depending on the levels he's accessing at the moment. In his base form, he can only manipulate the earth up to the size of a

Powersuit: Livewire

Rohan has been mechanically altered to allow his physical attributes to be manipulated at will. With such, his strength, speed and precision are multiplied depending on the intensity he applies at the suit reaching to a maximum of 3 times his normal capacity.

Level 1: Removes mental inhibitors and the body's natural response to death. The user can manipulate the earth up to 300 pounds effortlessly, This gain him access to the suit ability: Barrier, thanks to enhancing his ability, the user can form a earth bubble, strong enough to withstand most bullet barrages.

Level 2: Increases the body's natural ability to repair it's muscle tissue, inhibits body's natural response to pain. The user can manipulate earth up to 600 pounds and run up to 27 mph without any signs of exhaustion. Barrier resistance is increased in the process. He gains the ability to create small stones that functions as projectiles, exploding on impact if desired. These projectiles can travel as fast as roughly 700 mph.

Level 3: Allow's the user a sturdier control of his joints and function of his muscles, increasing reaction time by roughly 20% it's original form giving him an even broader control of his Geokinesis. This however, takes a heftier toll on the body, responses are begging to wane and the user can only sustain this form for 25 minutes, before collapsing. Here he's able to access the skill: Earthquake, an ability that's just as it's name implies. He can cause a tremor beneath his feet, up to a magnitude of 7.0 in strength, however reaching this point would leave the user motionless and much of his mental faculties will begin to crumble if he continues pass the limitations mark.

Limitation: To access these forms the suit first has to recognize the threat level, meaning he cannot by normal circumstances choose which form he is allowed to use. For the most part, he can only access the first level, if he requires further assistance, he would have to personally bypass a security code. Depending on the level, it could take between 60 seconds, to 30 minutes.

Level 1: Basic faculties are sustained, increased degradation of stamina and muscle tear. Fatigue level are likely to increase by 10%, the user will feel as if he performed explosive sprint training for the most part. Common symptoms are exhaustion, breathlessness, and small loss of basic functions. I.E. arms and legs feel heavy until appropriate rest. Similar to any conditioning and strength program results.

Level 2: Mental Facilities are breached, Dopamine and Oxytocin production are inhibited by 50%, the user's sentience is still intact albeit his aggression levels are increased. He becomes much more of a cold-hearted killer in the process, however his 'self' is still dictating most of his actions. It requieres large concentration to sustain mental faculties, can still make distinctions between ally and foe.

Level 3: Mental Facilities are decaying, Dopamine and Oxytocin production are completely inhibited. The user's sentience has begun to deteriorate completely. Sustaining this form beyond the allotted time will result in critical losses. Mental state has become extremely aggressive, Psychopathic tendencies become apparent, muscle tissue is rapidly becoming torn, unable to repair themselves with level 2's enhanced recovery feature. Body is being pushed to 200% capacity, after-effects of this results in a 'scarred' reflection of reality, dopamine and oxytocin production will take a significant damage. The user might as well lose their sense of self if abused.

Weaknesses: Livewire feeds of the user's stamina, meaning that with each multiplier the body is exposed to mayor drawbacks when used exponentially. The first form will leave the user exhausted and out of breath. However, the higher forms will leave Rohan nearly incapacitated for a period of time, with the final form leaving the body in an almost vegetable state. Also, the function of the suit could be inhibited if a strong enough dosage of electricity bypasses through its circuits. The suit will enter a safe-mode, and shit down all its functions immediately until automatic repairs solve the problem.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

@DeadDrop I did some changes, added an extra paragraph to the days gone sections, instead of power I decided to change the tab to "equipment" which seems much more feasible since he's a robot boi/man thing lol.