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Shadowrun: Lost Heir

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Shadowrun: Lost Heir

Somewhere in the air
Onbound to Lisbon, Portugal
Private Flight
April, 15th 2075

It would be half past one in the afternoon, and with clear blue skies around the private jet that their client had loaned them for their flight to Lisbon. Their client even taking measures to ensure that all could fit comfortably inside the aircraft. Since the last thing the client needs is an annoyed shadowrunner.

On the outside of the plane, it looked generic, but on the inside, it was certainly easy to be comfortable, as if the client cared about their well-being while using one of his private aircraft. There were plenty of seats, a table, and even a tv to help pass the time until the plane reached its destination. Along with some refreshments.

They are in the final stretch to Lisbon after several hours in the air, and their Mr. Johnson looks like an average one with a black suit and shaded glasses. He is a human with a bald head and a clean-shaven face. He was busy looking at a tablet and was sitting near the cockpit. Barely making a sound as he focused on whatever he was looking at while occasionally touching it and typing in stuff on the tablet.

Now, what our team of Shadowrunners are doing to pass the time is up to them. Meanwhile, the team's resident shaman and healer, a oni wearing a black coat with black clothes and pants who goes by Bomoh. He was busy watching the tv after taking a long nap. Specifically, the channel he had flipped to was currently on a new channel and right now. It kept his attention despite him looking somewhat bored and was flipping a good-sized coin with his right hand. As if waiting for something or someone to grab his attention.

Shadowrun: Lost Heir

Dossier: Wildfire

Nadezhda

"Nadya"

Street Name

Wildfire

Metatype

Human

Gender

Female

Age

25

Appearance

Standing 1.8 meters tall, Nadya has a lithe build, with subtle cords of muscle hidden beneath a graceful form. Fair skinned, she is ambiguous in terms of ethnicity, and it is hard to place where she exactly she is from. She has soft brown eyes set in almond-shaped frames that dance with curiosity. Her brown hair is wavy, cut with her own claws, and never reaches past her shoulders.

Gifted with a catlike elegance, Nadya moves with the steady ease of a predatory creature. Swathed in silence and shadows, she possesses an exceptional ability to move unseen and unheard.

Of two minds when it comes to fashion, Nadya alternates between corporate chic and punk styles dating from the Fifth World. Her day-to-day outfits are a rotating selection of second hand armored business suits, dress shirts, leather dress shoes, and expensive ties. For more relaxed settings, she does her best to capture an older spirit of punk through the heavy use of black jeans, torn band t-shirts, leather jackets, combat boots, and far too much black eyeliner.

Awakened

Yes

Archetype

Physical Adept

Adept Powers

Berserk
Berserker's Rage
Combat Sense
Counterstrike
Critical Strike (Unarmed)
Killing Hands
Light Body
Pain Resistance
Rapid Healing
Wall Running

Martial Art: Jujitsu

Nadya is a student of the Yielding Way, more commonly known by runners as Jujitsu. This martial art is particularly useful for Nadya when she is faced with armored and armed opponents. Using the force of her foes against them, she is able to defeat such advantaged enemies even without any weapons. Her techniques center on subduing, throwing, and disarming her opponents.

- Called Shot (Disarm)
- Chin Na (Catching and Locking Joints)
- Clinch
- Sacrificial Throw
- Sweep
- Throw Person

Bioware/Cyberware

Claws (Retractable) - Courtesy of her corporate creators, Nadya sports ten fingeres worth of razor sharp claws, much like those of a cat, that can be retracted or extended at her whim.

Synaptic Booster (R3) - As an experimental product, a prototype in almost every way, Nadya's entire nervous system has been heavily modified by Evo Corporation scientists. To permit lightning fast reaction times, the nerve cells of her spinal cord have been broadened and replicated with proprietary bioware, facilitating a neural bandwidth several times higher than that found in the unaugmented.

Personality

A tranquil sea in an ocean of violence, Nadya is one of the friendliest Shadowrunners that you will meet. She is a cheerful figure who will offer a smile and a polite nod, even as she prepares to cut you into smaller ribbons with her sharpened claws. Full of hope, Nadya bristles with a wild curiosity, a reckless desire to see and do more that drives her straight into the arms of fresh trouble.

Raised to serve as the personal servitor and bodyguard to high-ranking corporate executives, Nadya commands the full range of social talents required to hold such a position. She is a capable conversationalist, demonstrating a wide range of knowledge across cultural, historical, and political domains. A corporate education has subtly modeled her, permitting her to move easily through corporate and high society. She is warm, empathetic, and outwardly exhibits few of the characteristics of a vat born ninja.

Steeped in Zen Buddhist philosophy doled out by her corporate overlords, Nadya maintains a matter-of-fact approach to violence. She shows little remorse for her opponents and happily dispatching anyone that stands in the way of her objectives. However, there is a quiet honesty to her, a sense of unflinching moral strength and loyalty. She is who she is and makes no effort to pretend otherwise.

Having built a new life, Nadya cares deeply for Frost and aggressively maintains that the troll is her older sister. Arguments suggesting otherwise, no matter how well-intentioned, are liable to be very poorly received. Beyond the strength of her personal ties, Nadya is deathly afraid of being captured and returned to Evo Corporation. As a result, she will react violently and with complete abandon to any attempts to restrain or imprison her.

Qualities

Positive Qualities

Ambidextrous - Left hand, right hand, it doesn't matter all that much to Nadya, she's learned to use each of her two hands as well as the other, particularly when it comes to combat.

Biocompatibility - Designed from the ground up to be a bioware test bed, Nadya's doesn't just accept bioware implants, but slots them in seamlessly as if they were always a part of her body, lessening the impact such scientific meddling has on her to the point that it is no longer noticeable outside of exploratory surgery.

Catlike - Nadya sleeps like a cat, moves like a cat, falls like a cat, and scratches like a cat. She's stealthy. She's scarily silent. And even unarmed she has claws that HURT.

Prototype Transhuman - A walking, talking fairy tale, Nadya is a whispered story come to life. An genetically crafted, experimental post-human prototype cooked up in the deepest, darkest depths of an Evo Corporation's laboratory. Built better than a baseline human, her body has been tastefully enhanced with discreet, bleeding edge bioware that would make a back alley street doc sing with glee. The downside to such improvements is that Evo Corporation is keen, very keen to reacquire their lost arcane wonder.

Way of the Warrior - Way of the Warrior - Nadya has run, she's fought, and she's fucking bled. She's spent her life turning her body into a lethal weapon. She's got that shit. That shit that keeps her going, long after she's got no reason to."

Negative Qualities

Big Regret - Deep within her psyche, Nadya has buried a series of corporate missions. Successful in every way, they trouble her, not due to the final outcome, but rather because of what she did.

Driven - Nadya wants answers. She wants to know when she was born. She wants to know where she was born. She wants to know where her genes came from. And she wants to know what happened to her friends. This obsession drives Nadya, sometimes propelling her headfirst into danger.

Addiction - Nadya is mildly addicted to stimulants. Lacking easy access to corporate combat drugs, she relies on a carefully paced dosing and use of Cram, Jazz, Kamikaze, Novacoke, and Psyche. She is particularly fond of recreational usage of Bliss, designer Novacoke, and pharmaceutical grade Psyche.

Wanted - Having spent no small amount of money to design, develop, and train Nadya, Evo Corporation is very interested in "recovering" their lost prototype transhuman.

Equipment

Weapons

Steyr TMP - Aiming to suppress enemies long enough to get up close and personal, Nadya favors a Steyr TMP loaded with 30 rounds of FMJ. To allow some volume of fire, she keeps three spare magazines tucked on her person. She stores the machine pistol in a concealable holster worn in the small of her back, helping to ensure it remains hidden from prying eyes. Given her distinct lack of a datajack or smart link capable cyberware, Nadya utilizes the built-in top-mounted laser sight to help her hit her targets. For discreet missions she has purchased a removable silencer.

Defiance EX Shocker - Acknowledging that sometimes dealing out death isn't the right choice or alternative, Nadya carries a Defiance EX Shocker, a wireless taser capable of putting down even an adult troll.

Pepper Punch Grenades x 2 - To resolve desperate situations or to buy some needed space, Nadya finds pepper punch grenades to be just the thing.

Clothes/Armor

Armor Jacket - Nadya's most prized possession is a reproduction United States Air Force A-2 flight jacket. Created from ballistic fiber weave, Nadya has had the jacket modified to suit her personal tastes, affording greater protection from electrical, fire, and chemicals. Emblazoned on the back of the flight jacket is the text Flying Tigers, a squadron insignia showing a cartoon Bengal Tiger with blue wings leaping in between two blue rays, and below that the text American Volunteer Group. When asked, Nadya says that the jacket was a gift from her older sister, Frost.
[Concealed Pockets] x 2 - Large enough to store a holdout pistols, commlink, or other similarly sized objects.
- [6 Non-conductivity]
- [4 Fire Resistance]
- [2 Chemical Protection]

Auctioneer Business Clothes - Nadya owns several pairs of used armored suits that she has had tailored to fit her. She makes good use of the concealable holster discreetly sewn into the jackets.
- - [4 Non-conductivity]
- [2 Fire Resistance]
- [2 Chemical Protection]

Gas Mask - Tucked on her person, Nadya keeps a compact but effective gas mask. It's hard to avoid eating her own Pepper Punch grenades otherwise.

Comms

Transys Avalon - Keen to avoid being hacked or jammed, for proper comms, Nadya owns a competitively priced Transys Avalon commlink.

Meta Link - Nadya has two cheap Meta Link commlinks intended only to be used as burner phones.

Micro-Transceiver - For missions, Nadya has a set of ear buds and an adhesive subvocal microphone to allow hands-free communication. Critically, the Micro-Transceiver permits voice communication via good old radio waves for when broadcasting live on the Matrix is not an advisable option.

Trodes - Uninterested in a datajack, Nadya keeps a pair of wound up trodes, for those rare times where she needs to connect to the matrix or pop up her own DNI.

Sensors/Sensory Boosters

Contact Lenses (Rating 3)
[Image Link]
[Flare Comp]
[Vision Magnification]

Earbuds (Rating 3)
[Select sound filter 1]
[Audio enhancement 2]

Glasses (Rating 4)
[Visual enhancement 3]
[Thermal vision]

Bug Scanner
Tag Eraser

Identifications/Licenses

Fake SIN (Rating 4)
- 3 Fake licenses
- Machine Pistol (Rating 4)
- Job: Physical Adept (Rating 4)
- Job: Bouncer (Rating 4)

Drugs

Bliss x 2 - Racked by nightmares, guilt, and a host of unresolved issues, Nadya keeps a stash of Bliss to help her hit new levels of calm. It's hard to feel bad when you are floating on clouds and feeling only the warm fuzzies. The pain resistance afforded by Bliss is merely a happy side effect as far as Nadya is concerned.

Cram x 2 - Sometimes even a souped up super soldier needs an additional edge on a run and Nadya makes no bones about adding amphetamines to her arsenal.

Jazz x 2 - One of her oldest friends, Nadya turns to Jazz when she needs to turn up the noise up a notch from the usually delightful Cram fueled rush.

Kamikaze x 1 - Nadya's last resort on a run is a quick shot of Kamikaze that she keeps on her person. Dangerous in any dosage, the tailored combat drug is the closet replacement Nadya has managed to acquire to the proprietary drugs that Evo Corporation supplied her with.

Novacoke x 2 - Cast into high society, albeit as a servant, Nadya nonetheless has warm feelings concerning social drugs like Novacoke. A stimulant to keep her awake, keep her moving, and to help the good times flow seems like a wonderful thing to her.

Psyche x 1 - Purely for pleasure and to solve occasional puzzles, Nadya seeks out Psyche.

Zen x 1 - When meditation fails her, Nadya turns to Zen to enter trance-like states.

Miscellaneous

Silver Credstick
Standard Credstick
2 Stim Patches (Rating 6)
1 Trauma Patch
1 Tranq Patch
Medkits (Rating 3)
Medkits (Rating 6)
10 Stealth tags
10 Data Chips
10 Standard tags
Chisel/Crowbar
Mini-welder
Metal Restraints
10 Plastic Restraints

Background

"Yeah, I've heard the rumors. So what? We all have. They're just stories. You think the Megacorps could keep it under wraps if they had pulled it off? If they had managed to create something new? Something different? Something post-human?"

"Nah, don't make me laugh, Chummer. There isn't an army of super soldiers squirreled away in some bunker and kept on ice."

- Pr1nce$$

In the Englischer Garten

The dwarf appeared out of the shadows, ambling confidently through the crowd. In his hands were two glass mugs slopping over with beer. He made no greeting as he put down the mugs. Beer spilling with every inevitable shift of the wobbly table. He pulled out a battered pack of cigarettes with a shrug, taking his time. He had learned decades earlier to enjoy the small moments. Holding a cigarette lazily between his lips, he extended his right index finger, a small flame setting it alight. Smiling, he took a long pull, embers moving towards him as he inhaled, and then exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. His grey eyes lingered on the woman sitting in front of him.

"Let me tell you a story..."

"It starts in the Ural mountains. In an underground research facility. Yamatetsu Corporation. Course' they call themselves Evo Corporation now. There was always this idea. This pipe dream that the corporate scientists couldn't let go of...Transhumans."

"I'm told that the pitch went something like this: "What if we could build our own army? What if we could force the next evolutionary leap? What if we could go beyond humans and metahumans? What if we could create real post-humans. Our own genetically crafted soldiers. Patented, of course. No cumbersome cyberware, but bioware, special organs grown into them from their inception. Awakened, fully powered spellcasters. The perfect synergy of augmentation and magic. No weaknesses and no flaws."

"The execs ate that shit right up. And I'll give the bastards credit. It was successful. As far as corp wonder-weapon projects go, anyways."

"Most of the subjects weren't viable. So they were recycled. Turned into spare parts. Or just tossed into the blender and thrown back into the vat as fresh genetic material. Turns out it's not easy to paste together a grab bag collection of genes. Who would've thought?"

"Those that made it...let's call them potential candidates, were spirited away to a corporate creche. Raised by corp caretakers. Minded by corp minders. And watched by corp security. SOP for a serious outfit. What was a smidge more novel was running their subjects through a training program designed by some half-mad AI to maximize the rate of Awakenings."

"That was the only real hiccup. You can't force Awakening. Even the best and the brightest researchers couldn't crack that nut. So instead, they brute forced it. Probably best not to ask how many times they had to start over. How many bodies they chopped up to end up with just one Awakened. Some of the lucky failures were repurposed, stuffed with chrome and used for corp ops. The rest...ah...well, I don't need to spell it out for you."

"The successes. The vat born that Awakened were spirited off to a string of corporate academies. Finishing schools, if you want to think of it that way. They were taught how to act. They were taught how to blend in, how to fit in among the rubes and the elites. They were taught how to fight. They were coached by trusted physical adepts. They were instructed by vetted mages. They were turned into corporate weapons."

"Hard to tell though, innit?" The dwarf said, pausing to take a long pull of beer. Draining most of one mug, he grinned, nudging the other mug towards the woman. He raised a hand in her direction as he continue, "How do you know? How do you really know if you're sitting across from a souped up physical adept bristling with bioware worth more than a small mountain of credsticks?"

The woman tensed, her hands tightening into fists, and the dwarf could see the violence in her eyes threatening to travel to rest of her body. She was quicker he knew. Far quicker than he had ever been. Even in his prime, long decades ago.

"That was the point, obviously. Corp execs and socialites like to be discreet. And who doesn't want their own vat born ninja?"

"How do you know all of this?"

"Trade secrets, I'm afraid," the dwarf said with a wink, "But I don't need to convince. You know it's all true, don't you, Nadya?"

"Yes."

"How'd you get away?"

"Field ops in Beijing. A high value extraction. We were guarding a turncoat scientist willing to come over from the Big A. We were compromised. They located our safehouse. Some hotshot Azzie decker pinged it and vectored a Azzie kill squad. Most of my team was wiped out, including my handler. There didn't seem to be much point in fighting after that. The mission was a failure. And I had a chance. So I ran."

"Still, you knew they had to come looking. There was no chance they wouldn't notice you weren't dead."

"Yes, but I had a head start."

"You did! And you caused quite a ruckus. In truth, I didn't think you'd make it."

"I got lucky. Found a boat. Made a deal. Got off the mainland. And made some friends."

"Oh, I know all about your friends, particularly your large friend. And incidentally, the cannon she has pointed at me right now. I don't think she'll miss at this range. Shall we call it 1.5 km?" the dwarf said, flashing a golden smile. The metal gleamed in the half-lit darkness, as he waved nonchalantly across the beer garden.

"She won't miss," Nadya agreed.

"Wonderful! However, as I said, you needn't worry. We are on the same side."

"There are no sides. Only runs. Only corps to be avoided. And you...who are you?"

"Grimjack, my dear Wildfire, call me Grimjack."

"Why are you helping me?"

"Call it an investment."

"Who are you working for? Ares? Aztechnology?"

"Goodness, no. I serve no master, save myself, of course."

"Flux State?" She asked, reaching backwards across the years in search of motivation.

"Ha, no, they were children. I've been at this game longer than that."

He could see she had made a decision. He could sense the shift in her aura. The dwarf raised both his hands, holding palms facing forward, "Hey, hey, relax! I told you, we're on the same side."

"Hmph! You keeping speaking of sides. What side is that?"

"The only side worth fighting for, razorgirl, you just don't know it yet."

@Abstract Proxy

Accepted

Now that we have everyone, I will start working on the ic and it will be up sometime this week.

About the New Guy [a dramedy of supernatural antics between roomies]

Sorry for being slow with my cs. I have just been a bit preoccupied and will try to get a cs up soonish.

Beverly Hills: Limitless

Not normally interested in rps like this, but kinda interested in this one.

Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University RP

EFRAIM TENORIO
EFRAIM TENORIO

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_{^{"I may be a bonehead but I can still do my job"}}

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Efraim Arturo Tenorioe _________________________________________________________ March08,2005 | 23 | Mestizo _________________________________________________________ Single | Male | Straight _________________________________________________________ San Luis Potosí City | San Luis Potosí | Mexico _________________________________________________________ Canis | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________ ◼ B U I L D || Above Average ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Black ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Brown ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-10" ◼ W E I G H T || 160 lbs ◼ S C A R S || None ◼ T A T T O O S || None ◼ P I E R C I N G S || None ◼ O T H E R || None

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Efraim's life was a somewhat different one for a Hyperhuman growing up. The son of a police chief and a university professor. Now his father's focus was mainly on dealing with crimes that were connected to the drug cartels. A plague on the nation that got worse when Hyperhumans decided to join the cartels. Either way, this did not stop his father, and he tried his best to keep crime down. Now when Efraim discovered he was a Hyperhuman and his family soon discovered soon after. His parents decided on making it a secret and made Efraim and his older brother not tell anyone. For fear of what could happen to him if people knew. For while Efraim was a Hyperhuman and considered dangerous, his father was a pragmatic man who, unlike others, who would view their child with fear or disdain or a threat to his career. He simply just saw his son, who could be dangerous if nothing was done so, while Efraim was forbidden from using his powers outside the house. His father did encourage him to develop his powers in order to control them better. For three years, it was like this. Efraim practiced his powers in secret while his family continued on as normal. It was not until an incident after school when Efraim stopped a group of bullies from beating up a kid and accidentally used his power. Efraim was quickly reported to the police and became a known Hyperhuman, and was forced to wear an inhibitor. Discovering that the police chief's son was a Hyperhuman did cause a major backlash for his father when it hit the news. Many thought his father was hiding a Hyperhuman from the police, and ultimately. His father had to resign and take early retirement. While Efraim's father said should not have used his powers and was understandablely angry about losing his job, he did praise him for trying to protect someone. Efraim did not know what to say and could only feel thankful for his family being who they were. Efraim, now a known Hyperhuman, would chafe under his new life. During his last year in high school as he was mostly shunned by his teachers and classmates, but he did have a few friends, and his family supported him. Even then, seeing how people saw him in public now and the headaches caused by the inhibitor. He started to venture less and less outside and fell into a small depression. His family tried their best to get him out of it, and when Efraim was eighteen and still struggling. Did his father reach out to H.E.L.P. and arrange for Efraim for to go to P.R.C.U. A choice that Efraim agreed to and now awaits what the P.R.C.U. has to offer. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Efraim tends not to stand out that much with his black hair and brown eyes. Being slightly average height and weight but having an above average build as he does work out from time to time. He wears his school uniform per regulations, but as soon as he is allowed to wear normal attire. He will and is not picky with what he wears. Generally, he likes to wear T-shirts, collared shirts, jeans and anything else that is considered casual clothing. Though he will wear warmer clothing given the climate of the island. Efraim, when using his powers, tries his best not to rip his clothing, but sometimes, especially when using his bone armor. His clothes will suffer in this case. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Efraim can be described as a friendly and sociable person. Always willing to hang out with friends and family. Though at times, wanting to spend time alone with himself. Efraim is a loyal person who gains his trust and becomes his friend. Then he is there to help them no matter what but if this trust is broken then it can be hard to regain Efraim's trust. Partially due to his father being an officer and later the police chief of his hometown. Efraim is a brave person who, when something is going down, is not one to stay on the sidelines and do nothing. Though he is sometimes reckless about it and he knows this and tries to think first before going in the fray. Mainly after accidentally exposing himself as a Hyperhuman and causing his father's early retirement. Still this does not stop him from helping friends or those in danger. Plus, he will stand up for himself and others if needed. Even helping strangers if needed. Along with wanting to do right by people and not want to harm the people he cares about, it weighs on him if it happens. Something he learned the hard way with his father, and he still feels guilty about it. Even after making peace with his father over it. Still, Efraim tries to be like his police chief father and try to do what is right.

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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || Osteokinesis __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Somatic __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD Efraim has the power of being able to manipulate bones. He is able to grow bones from his own skeleton and use them in a variety of ways. One way that he can is by making bone constructs, such as shaping bones to be shields, swords, and other things. Another way is by making bone armor which appears over his skin. Making his punches or kicks harder. One final way he can use his power is by forcing out bones from his hands and launching them to act as projectiles. Efraim can use his power both offensively and defensively. He is able to grow and shape bones in a quick manner to either keep up the pressure on an enemy or protect himself or someone from attacks. L I M I T A T I O N S || PERSONAL BONES, DETACHMENT, SET SHAPE Efraim can only manipulate his own bones from his skeleton. He was reluctant to try and manipulate other people's bones, but he had to see if he could, and he found he could not. So he has to rely on his own bones for attacks and defense. Also, once a bone detaches from his skeleton, he can no longer manipulate the bone. Even if he retouches it, it just becomes a static bone that he can not manipulate anymore. Also, once he shapes a bone into a shape, he can not reset it or change it further. W E A K N E S S E S || OVERUSE, JUST BONE While Efraim can grow and shape bones from his skeleton. He has a limit on how many bones he can grow, and he knows when it is close to his limit when it starts hurting to grow bones. A small pain when he nears his limit, but the more bones he grows, the more it hurts until he can not anymore due to the pain. Making him more likely to hurt himself and his skeleton due to the strain on his skeleton. While it can be strong, the bone he uses is just normal bone, so its durability and power are limited to the strength of natural bone. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Efraim's goal is to be a policeman like his father or in a role like it. Fighting crime and maybe making a difference. Especially crimes caused by those Hyperhumans who use their powers for evil and make things worse for everyone. That has not changed and for the plots. Maybe something to do with his family? Like a relative becoming a known Hyperhuman and being sent to PRCU or maybe helping or mentoring a younger student who has some trouble or just helping a fellow student in general? I have some ideas.

S K I L L S & T A L E N T S S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Bilingual || Efraim is fluent in both English and Spanish T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Perceptive || Efraim is a natural observant and can pick up stuff that other people may not notice. C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L _________________________________________________________ A T T I R E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ School Uniform || The standard school uniform that Efraim wears and while he is fine with wearing it. He prefers to wear more casual clothing, but he is not one to complain about needing to wear something. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Pack of Cards || A pack of cards that Efraim has to help pass the time and maybe play with others in his downtime. T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Mini Flashlight || A mini flashlight that Efraim carries on his personal and he mainly has it after going through a long blackout once growing up and likes to have on him just in case. A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Though Efraim and his father are on good terms currently. Ever since being forced to resign from his post as police chief and take an early retirement. It did cause a strain on their relationship since it was Efraim's fault for causing it to happen. A strain that had since healed when his father realized it was also his fault for keeping it a secret that Efraim is a Hyperhuman. Efraim has a pet dog named Tia, and one way he practiced his powers was by making bones for his dog to chew on. So the household had plenty of bones for his dog. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

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_{E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?}

Do not be nervous here and talk with your peers. We are all in the same boat here, and you can relax. No Hyperhuman haters here, and enjoy yourself while you are here. Talk with people, make friends, and develop your power while staying here. I have certainly grown well here, and you can too.

_{W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?}

When I came here, I wanted to be in some kind of police force and that has not changed. It does run in the family, with my father being a former police chief and I mainly wanting to do something that makes a difference in the world. Being a police officer fits with making a difference. When I first came here, I did not know what I wanted to be in police wise. Now, I am hoping to join either a Hyperhuman police force or Interpol.

_{I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?}

There are some things I would like to change from my time here. But the one thing I would like to change is that I wished I could have done more during the stuff with Hyperion. I know I am just a student, and he is a terrorist. But I do not like to sit on the sidelines while stuff like that goes down. Especially the stuff that happened at the school because of him. That is the the top thing I would like to change since coming here and I hope that things quiet down now.

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About the New Guy [a dramedy of supernatural antics between roomies]

I am fine with or without a discord, though it would be faster to talk with people and stuff with a discord.

About the New Guy [a dramedy of supernatural antics between roomies]

Nice, and thanks.

About the New Guy [a dramedy of supernatural antics between roomies]

@Baphomini

Nice, and I am glad the idea works. So he can get the flesh from there and either his family runs it or another dravek family runs it.

So I might make a dravek now but I might wait to see the kouleman info when it is done. I will think about it.

About the New Guy [a dramedy of supernatural antics between roomies]

@Baphomini

Hmmm, I think I have an idea where my dravek can get flesh. By working at a crematorium, since the bodies sent there are going to be burned into ash and he could possibly eat flesh there without it being discovered. Only going to the night market if he needs flesh really badly. If not, then he could just go to the night market but hates doing so.

Still thinking about which to go with but, I got some ideas with my maybe dravek char.