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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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@Old Amsterdam
Their powers are rather similar, yeah. I was kind of worried when I made Guilt that she'd be too similar to Traveller, so I tried to go for a bit of a different feel to the power. And of course the limit on not doing it to people, which is important when you can teleport objects partially.
@Old Amsterdam

yey.

Briefly wanted to specify that 'living beings' created by Epic abilities, such as Charlotte's animated objects, usually also have some protection from her abilities. They can't be teleported without touch, but they don't project a 'distortion field'. Will probably edit that in in a bit.
made another attempt, hope this one's okay. Bit edgier, though.

Name: Maya Day

Epic Identity: Guilt

Age: 20

Faction: Epic

Ability:
[Voidwalker]
Guilt's power links her intrinsically to a pocket dimension referred to as the Void. This pocket dimension exists outside of normal space, and it's dimension of time is either non-existent or so slow that it becomes irrelevant. The connection allows Guilt to move objects in and out of this pocket dimension. Any non-living object within sight can be moved into the pocket dimension either as a whole or in part. In similar fashion, any object within Void can be expelled at any point within eyesight. Because of Void's particular properties, objects that are stored within Void do not seem to age at all, even maintaining their momentum and heat. Guilt herself can move through Void, moving instantly to any location within eyesight. For herself, she may also transport herself to any location within a 5-mile radius that she is incredibly familiar with, such as her home. Living beings transported to Void emerge exactly as they entered, from their perspective no time will have passed.

[Living Weapon]
In an attempt to enhance her combat effectiveness, Guilt has been treated with a variety of drugs and undergone invasive surgery. The positive effects of this treatment is that she's capable of entering a state of hyper-awareness. During combat her reflexes are enhanced beyond what's normally humanly possible. While her actual senses don't improve, her mind is able to consciously process large amounts of sensory data and formulate responses at a much faster rate than normal. Of course these highly experimental procedures also inflicted a number of debilitating conditions, detailed below.

Weakness:
Living beings. As previously mentioned, Guilt cannot move living beings into the Void except by touching them due to some 'distortion' effect caused by any living being. Teleporting something within half a meter of a living being is impossible, with the exception of things that Guilt is within about 5cm of (she can still move things in and out of her hands). Non-powered beings create a stronger distortion effect for unknown reasons. It's impossible to transport a normal at all, and their 'distortion field' extends out for 3m instead of 1/2. Physical contact with a normal (including them touching her clothing) will negate her powers completely.

A second weakness has nothing to do with her Epic ability. The same drugs and treatments that granted her the state of hyper-awareness badly damaged her body's internal systems. Without the aid of her special gas mask normal oxygen is poisonous to her, incapacitating and eventually killing her if she's exposed. In addition she requires access to a variety of medical drugs, and while most of these are relatively easy to acquire her need for a constant supply allows others to predict her movements. If one could track down where she gets these supplies, they could ambush her.

Personality:
Trained as a soldier and a killer, Guilt considers herself more of a 'weapon' than a 'person.' She measures her value purely in her effect on the world, no more and no less. This focus on her effect on the world causes her to ignore her value as a 'person', her own emotions and thoughts are flaws, obstacles to be overcome. As a weapon without a master she shows little to no compassion, incapable of connecting to other people on an emotional level, and she hunts down any perceived criminal without mercy. Even the slightest crimes often warrant death in her eyes. Secretly she dislikes making decisions, yearning for the days when the world was more simply, and all she had to do was obey the orders of her superiors. However, she distrusts anyone from this new city. Her experience has left her with a strong dislike of Freaks, and a severe respect for military and scientific instalments. She also seems mildly obsessed with family values, becoming inordinately distressed when exposed to children without parents because it reminds her of her own situation. She has trouble classifying other Epics and Freaks, partially people and partially weapons. She often shows Freaks less compassion than they deserve, although on a conscious level she realizes that this bias is not founded in logic.

Appearance:


Background:
Back when Epics and Freaks first began showing up all around the world, the Earth's governments were scrambling for a solution. Nuclear weaponry was useless against an enemy that had no homeland, that could appear within one's own population. The Epics were impossible to control through normal means, and even harder to predict. And traditional weaponry was failing to do anything more than slow down the hordes of Monsters now threatening the entire human race. What government it was, where it was done, who was in charge... details such as this have been lost to time. But one of the proposed countermeasures was a group of powerful Epics raised in an environment of deprivation and isolation, trained to obey orders without question. Only Epics could be used to defeat the Monsters, and only Epics could be used to control the Epic population. With little other options to turn to, the unnamed secret project sped to work.

Chosen for the potential value of her Epic ability, Maya was taken from her home and placed within this facility at the age of 6. Constant testing and experimentation revealed the limits of her ability, and then fought to break those limits. She was trained to fight Epic and Freak targets, to obey the orders of her superiors and to protect the law and order of the land. Throughout her life she was taught that this was what it meant to be a 'hero', that her destiny was to protect and serve. While some of the other subjects encountered a variety of issues, ranging from a lack of cooperation to psychotic breakdowns, Maya was a great success. Almost discarded as a failure, exposure to the chaos caused by the Freaks during a 'combat exercise' caused her to devote herself entirely to the cause. She went through a variety of procedures to become more powerful, and grew to consider the scientists of this facility her family. She would become a 'hero', the weapon these men and women would use to wipe out the Freaks, and reclaim the Earth for humanity. To this end she worked tirelessly, in the process becoming a rather formidable killing machine.

Partially through her efforts, the facility managed to maintain intact for a surprisingly long period of time. They fought back against the Freaks and rogue Epics that plagued the land, attempting to maintain the order that had previously ruled. But the wheel of fate could not be halted, merely stalled, and they began losing assets. Other successful subjects died in the field, and the more intelligent creatures began to attack the facility directly. It was only a matter of time. One day Guilt returned from a field mission to find the Facility overrun, and her 'family' slaughtered. After slaying many of these creatures she was forced to flee the scene, injured.

Cut off from her former life she spent several years travelling. Eventually she came to Epic City, and decided to make her home here. It was one of the few placed where someone like her sort of 'fit'. Still determined to fulfil her mission she took on the name of Guilt and began ridding the streets of criminals in the only way she knew how. With extreme prejudice.
@Lmpkio
I meant that my entrance has been pre-planned by the GMs (or at least Co-GM KoL), and as such is linked to the next battle.
@Shikaru
Aren't you supposed to be dead? I quite clearly recall you disappearing mid-rp, on your own rp....

If you are going to restart this, I hope you plan on actually sticking around.
@Lmpkio
Nah, I have to wait till the next battle actually starts. My entrance has been pre-planned.
@Duoya
Hmmm..... based on my reading of the current powers, the best counter would be tear-gas. Most powers require either concentration, use of the eyes, or both. The distraction would basically disable Jared and many of the others, bypass Joshua's power, and incapacitate most of the party. Not much that people can do about it, either.
@Duoya
I'd imagine, considering this facility was designed in part to contain us superhumans, that they have measures to counter our abilities. You may be able to hide for a time, but what will you do when they start using Infrared? Or Sonar?
Sorry for the perhaps overly long intro post.
What a tremendous bore this was.

It wasn't the first time that Joshua had been left alone for extended periods of time. Usually there was an intensive schedule of testing, experimentation and the occasional rest break. They (the scientists who kept him here) were always putting him through tests to check the extent of his abilities, or performing some kind of surgery on him. But sometimes they'd just leave him here, in this tiny little cell of reinforced glass and porcelain. And in some ways, it was worse. Just sitting here with nothing to do, with nothing to distract him, he had no choice by to contemplate the future. Would he be stuck here forever? Would he die in this facility, trapped like an animal? If he impressed the scientists would they let him go? Turn him into some kind of weapon? Or was he just a guinea pig to test scientific ideas on, to be killed off when they perfected their techniques? How many other people were stuck in here with them? Was he even a person anymore? It was questions like these that haunted him during the long pauses.

It was impossible to tell how long he'd been stuck here, his rest breaks seemed to come with more regularity than would be expected from a normal day-night schedule and were much shorter. He wasn't sure if this was to purposefully disorient him or if it was for efficiency. In an underground facility, which he assumed this was, there wasn't much need to adhere to a light-based schedule. Joshua recalled several papers he'd read on the possibility of improving human efficiency by altering the sleep schedule. Psychology class seemed a lifetime away, even though it was probably less than a year.

Not for the first time, Joshua considered escape. The door looked sturdy, but he knew he could exert quite a lot of force when he wanted to. But it was a futile thought, he'd tried it all before. The floor was gridded with copper wires, and he'd be zapped half to death if he even looked like he was trying to escape. Not long after he first got here he'd tried that, and had ended up tazered into unconsciousness. It wasn't a pleasant experience, and despite considering it often, he'd never repeated the attempt. Now if he had some conductive materials, or something like rubber.....

This not uncommon train of thought was interrupted by an alarm going off. Jerking up, Joshua stared through the transparent walls of his cell. He had a clear view of the hallway, and the empty cell opposite him, but nothing seemed to be happening that warranted an alarm. In the distance he heard a crash and some people seemed to be shouting in what sounded like german. A guard armed with what looked like an assault rifle ran past, but didn't even glance into Joshua's cell. Oppressive silence had been replaced with flashing red lights and blaring alarms and Joshua just stared, darting his head around like a deer in the headlights. Clearly something big was happening, so was this an opportunity? But if he tried to escape he would just get zapped again, right?

Before poor Joshua could make sense of the situation, a loud beep sounded. It took him a moment to figure out where it came from. The keypad to his door! That wasn't the sound it made when someone opened the door, though, and a little red light was flashing. Now that he was looking more closely, the buttons seemed to be pressing themselves. Blinking, Joshua considered this, even as the beeping sound repeated itself and the little light once more flashed red. At this point Joshua could have sworn that he heard someone curse under their breath, shortly followed by hurried footsteps moving away from him.

..... What WAS that?

After taking a moment to consider that he may have just seen a frustrated ghost, Joshua decided that this might be his one and only chance to actually get out of here. If other people had been able to escape from their cells, then maybe so could he. Clearly something was wrong, and maybe whoever managed the electric grid was distracted. Bracing himself Joshua approached the cell. Tentatively he reached back, preparing to punch the door. His mind was helpfully providing him with a variety of images and sensations from the last time he tried this. Taking a deep breath he took a step forward and punched the door.

..... nothing happened. Holy shit, nothing had happened. He was free!

Grinning like a madman now he placed his open palm against the door. He still had a bunch of energy stored up from previous experiments, and he was able to charge up slowly on his own by absorbing things like gravitational pull and friction. He unleashed a couple of bursts of force against the door, increasing the intensity as cracks appeared in the material. With a loud crack the door itself shattered into pieces, and Joshua made his way out into the hallway. Feeling inordinately pleased with himself he marched out into the hallway, knowing that his superpowers would see him safely to the surface.

One of the facility's guard burst around the corner, firing his little handgun as soon as he saw Joshua. The needle hit him in the shoulder but stopped the moment the tip touched his skin. It dropped to the floor and Joshua smiled at the guard, balling a fist. In response the guard retrieved a large black bat from his belt. At a press of a button the top seemed to fizzle. Having been previously shown just what those things did, Joshua needed no further prompting to drop the act and run.

Dashing down the polished steel corridors Joshua remembered his physics lessons, as well as his training. When he got hit by something hard his absorption activated automatically. A reflex, like pulling your finger back from a flame. Now he had to flex that invisible muscle consciously, and he could feel his body begin to absorb the air friction. Smiling he pushed that energy back out behind him, launching himself forward as he went dashing down the hallway like a championship sprinter. He was beginning to get the hang of this.

That was when he tripped. Not used to running at these speeds he spun head over heals and landed face-first, shattering his glasses on the polished marble floor. Unwilling to stop he quickly began absorbing the friction from the ground and slid forward, as if it were ice and not marble. While not exactly comfortable this worked quite well and Joshua sped past the other cells, his vain attempts at getting up without slowing down succeeding only in spinning him in circles. Like a manic human spinning top he sped into the hallway occupied by the rest of the escapees and crashed with considerable force into wall.

Unharmed but dizzy, Joshua made a failed attempt to stand up which only got him further entangled with his own limbs. Looking up, he found himself staring at a group of other people. Looked like two girls, and one guy. No wait, that was another girl over there, standing over the unconscious body of a guard. Faced suddenly with the first real human contact he'd had in months (the clinical interviews didn't count) Joshua spent a solid four seconds just staring, before saying the first thing that made sense to him. "Uhh..... hi?" Realizing he was still on the floor, he quickly stood up, still breathing heavily from his daring escape.
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