@UrbanEvolution, please don't give Allen new elements to manipulate.
In fact I have an electricity manipulator power stored in my Google Docs. I may create a NPC then.
I've known that asshole for six years now, I think it's safe to say that it's a WONDERFUL idea to give him more power!
I want to watch the world burn.
I also know of the electricity manipulator, assuming it's the same one you were pitching to Allen a few weeks ago. Could work, I'll have to look it over again. Probably going to need some changes here and there regardless.
Cole aint a straight-up imposin individual. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack yo. His build is lanky, though not straight-up tall, n' size-wise tha pimpin' muthafucka tiny compared ta tha likez of his wild lil' playaz yo. His afro is medium length, wiry n' messy, which tizzles tha fuck into his overall unkempt appearizzle yo. His eyes is often big-ass n' wide, like he up in a perpetual state of surprise or fear, no big-ass shizzle there seein as his schmoooove ass can peep thangs others can't, n' one can't help but wonder if dis skanky lil' playa is olda than he looks. With sallow cheeks, constant bags under his wild lil' fuckin eyes, high cheekbones n' a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shark hooked nose, he looks less like yo' typical nineteen year oldschool n' mo' chillaxed n' stressed beyond his years.
Attire:
Cole is often clad up in a sweata n' jeans a size too big-ass fo' his ass n' sneakers yo. Dude regularly carries round a funky-ass black backpack n' often carries his beeper up in his hand or up in a pocket of his sweater.
Personality
Innate & Outward Personality:
Outwardly n' inwardly, Cole be a mess. Bein constantly bombarded by shiznit didn't do much ta help his ass pimp a aiiight personality, n' as a result he rather twitchy, shaky n' nervous fo' realz. Around playas da ruffneck don't trust, tha pimpin' muthafucka tendz ta shy away from them, preferrin ta spend his cold-ass time ridin' solo wit his computa or beeper where preferable. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat if you do cook up a attempt ta befriend him, he rather well intentioned despite his thugged-out lil' personalitizzle flaws; it aint dat da thug wants ta ignore you yo, but itz cuz da perved-out muthafucka seein thangs bout you all up in yo' beeper dat da ruffneck don't wanna be a funky-ass big-ass dumb about.
Around playas, though, he a shitload calmer, restrained n' chillaxed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Those his schmoooove ass considaz playaz is dem tha pimpin' muthafucka trusts wit his wild lil' freakadelic game; not only cuz they know what tha fuck his thugged-out lil' powers do yo, but they trust his ass not ta go do anythang wack wit dat shit.
Hobbies/Interests:
Computers
Reading
Bein ridin' solo n' isolated
Orchestral music
Skills/Talents:
Programming
Hype grabbing
Electronics
Prized Possessions:
His laptop n' phone.
History/Bio:
Cole wasn't always dis edgy. In school da thug was often tha on tha down-low but phat individual, tha one dat preferred ta sit all up in tha back n' study n' didn't mind tha occasionizzle bullyin or teasin from tha shitty lil playas whoz ass occupied tha back seats yo. Dude was tha nerd whoz ass would stand up fo' tha other nerdz n' didn't mind gettin beat up.
Dat shiznit was one of dem after-school hazings, however, dat awakened his thugged-out lil' powers n' chizzled his wild lil' freakadelic game forever n' shiznit fo' realz. Afta a trio of bullies left his ass bleedin n' curled up in pain up in a alley behind tha school, his thugged-out lil' punk-ass fuckin started ta peep streamz of data round dem n' up in dem streams da perved-out muthafucka saw they shiznit; they beeper numbers, tweets, hood media posts, browsin history, text lyrics, credit shiznit, every last muthafuckin single nasty secret they hid away on they phones up in they private lives. Well shiiiit, it wasn't until a week lata dat he realised dat his schmoooove ass could manipulate dem streams, n' thus enacted a lil vengeizzle by surrepticiously leakin nuff muthafuckin lewd photos from they phones onto tha school servers, prime fodder fo' dem dat would lata find dem wild-ass muthafuckas.
But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat his thugged-out lil' powers came at a high price; they never turned off n' he never figured up how tha fuck to. Whenever da thug went outside ta go fo' lunch or traveled home, he'd peep hundreds, maybe even thousandz of streams all weavin all up in tha air, shiznit bombardin his ass from every last muthafuckin direction, numbers n' lyrics n' pictures beatboxin at his dome wit every last muthafuckin step, n' no matta what tha fuck da ruffneck did, his schmoooove ass couldn't stop dem wild-ass muthafuckas.
Eventually his thugged-out lil' punk-ass fuckin started ta retreat tha fuck into his dirty ass, findin technological isolation ta be tha only way ta turn his thugged-out lil' powers off. By removin all formz of computa technologizzle from round him, he found peace, n' all up in dis he found his way ta tha Haven where, by some stroke of luck, barely any data streams taunted him, only dem of tha patrons n' staff yo. Haven was where he eventually kicked it wit n' made playaz wit Audrey n' Marcus, n' came ta work up in tha cafe ta make endz meet.
Relationships
Family:
Pizzle Sykes, father; kickin it n' well. Margaret Sykes, mother; kickin it n' well.
Dynamics:
WIP {Marcus Rowland} | {Neutral} | {Friends} | {"I-I be thinkin he aiiight yo. Dude helps up round tha cafe which is n-nice, I guess."} | {Audrey Novalik} | {Neutral} | {Friends} | {"S-she can be straight-up rough, b-but she means well, I know dat shit."} |
Abilities
Juice Class:
Elemenstrual - Juice
Power:
Data manipulation; Cole be able ta peep n' feel tha invisible stringz of digital data dat weave all up in tha air, ground n' wallz of everyday game. Nothang is beyond his bangin reach; not machines, not mech suits, nor nanites or cybernetic devices. If it gotz nuff a cold-ass lil computa capable of even tha simplest calculations and/or is connected ta some form of network, da thug is ghon be able ta find its strang n' access dat shit.
By pluckin a strang from tha air he be able ta determine where it originates from, where itz bein routed all up in n' where itz going, thus allowin his ass access tha fuck into even da most thugged-out secure of computa or digital systems. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. Usin dis link, he be able ta access dis strang n' project his dirty ass tha fuck into tha strang ta virtually probe or browse all up in tha data packets contained within tha string, akin ta "hackin tha Matrix" as it were.
Usin dis ability, his schmoooove ass can do a pimped out nuff thangs; spy on playas by indirectly accessin they webcam or beeper cam, listen up in on rap battlez wit beeper mics or securitizzle cameras, indirectly start up machines from they boot source or control traffic signals from they signal station, etc etc. Think Watch_Dogs yo, but instead of a cold-ass lil computa program, itz a actual thug inside yo' system.
Electromagnetic generation; as part of his computer-based powers, Cole be also able ta generate a electromagnetic field. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This juice of his thugged-out allows his ass ta attract metal objects ta his dirty ass or have dem orbit round his ass or some such, shut down electrical devices wit a EM surge, or fry cybernetics wit a cold-ass lil concentrated EM pulse yo. Dude can also extend a straight-up low juice n' low frequency electromagnetic field round his dirty ass ta detect devices or signatures round his dirty ass by readin fluctuations within tha field.
Limits:
Colez data manipulation abilitizzles can only affect systems n' devices dat is on. If a thugged-out device, like a cold-ass lil computa or beeper or tablet, is turned off, da thug is ghon be able ta find it but will not be able ta turn it on fo' realz. Afta all, digital data don't translate ta a physical button press. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Same goes wit networks; if a particular network is down cuz of a juice outage or suttin' else, da thug aint gonna be able ta access any data strings dat route all up in dat particular network. For example, if Verthavenz entire beeper network goes down, da thug aint gonna be able ta access or route all up in any data strings dat originizzle from phones. If itz tha Internet, da thug aint gonna be able ta go online while within a string.
His data strang powers only extend ta a tiny field bout two feet round his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude aint able ta extend dis field up in any way. Usin these powers also drains his stamina, n' tha mo' he uses dem tha mo' chillaxed he gets, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. If he overdoes tha usage, he is prone ta passin up fo' a unknown length of time.
Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
His data powers never turn off. Ever n' shiznit yo. Dude constantly sees stringz of data all round him, n' they contents often leap up at him, keepin his ass up in a cold-ass lil constant state of awarenizz bout his surroundings. Lookin at him, itz like his schmoooove ass constantly bein distracted by thangs dat aren't there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Da only way he be able ta drown it up is by chillin or actively forcin his dirty ass not ta be thinkin or visualise tha ambient data round his muthafuckin ass.
Because he uses a shitload of stamina ta use his fuckin lil' data powers, mo' often than not dat schmoooove muthafucka has ta take frequent breaks ta replenish his stamina yo. Dude can only use his thugged-out lil' juice fo' nuff muthafuckin minutes at a stretch before passin up cold. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da mo' intense tha usage, tha quicker he gets chillaxed n' tha longer he'll be up for.
Other:
N/A
Basic Information
Name:
Audrey Novalik
Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Aurora, Aura
Gender:
Female
Age:
36
Height:
6' 3"
Weight:
160 lbs
Home District:
Union Point Hills
Appearance
Afro Color:
Auburn
Eye Color:
Light brown
Ethnicity:
Russian
Physical Appearance:
Standin proud as a muthafucka n' tall, Audrey is tha image of a biatch past her prime yo. Her build is dat of a strong, well built biatch athlete but afta all dem muthafuckin yearz of neglect yo. Her musclez is still toned n' phat but dat freaky freaky biatch aint used dem actively fo' a while, resultin up in a physique dat although appears ta be strong, dat biiiiatch weaker than she appears yo. Her teeth is yellowed slightly from all tha blunts her big-ass booty smokes, as is her fingernails yo. Her grill is composed, though mo' often than not da ruffneck default expression be a scowl wit a cold-ass lil blunt clasped between her lips. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch has a lil' small-ass forehead, sharp chin n' a cold-ass lil crooked nozzle from how tha fuck much itz been fucked up n' reset yo. Her knucklez is calloused n' scarred, n' dat biiiiatch strutts wit a straight-up slight limp. Crows feet adorn tha cornerz of her eyes, n' they often at a slight squint, as if silently judgin whoever she looks at yo. Her hair, brown, is short n' close cut up in a almost military style.
Attire:
Mo' often than not Audrey can be found dressed up in a simple t-shirt of any design and/or colour, along wit a pair of blue jeans n' either Nikes or sneakers yo. Her work threadz is dat getup paired wit a cold-ass lil cream coloured apron wit her cafez logo emblazoned on tha front n' a funky-ass basebizzle cap, probably either cream coloured or dark green. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch has a gangbangin' faded blue digital peep on her right wrist n' has a plain silver weddin crew on her left rang finger.
Personality
Innate & Outward Personality:
Outwardly, Audrey be a rough biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch manages her cafe well enough dat she was horny bout by her patrons n' hommies alike. Dat hoe understandin n' knowledgeable yo, but also blunt n' bangin all up in tha same time. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch expresses her opinions straight-up clearly n' draws a line whenever dat dunkadelic hoe be thinkin others is gettin too close or is buggin her n' shit. Mo' often than not warningz of violins is heeded, her build bein a major factor up in keepin tha peace up in her cafe.
Inwardly, she be a worried one. Bein separated from tha daughta she knows n' loves be a harsh truth ta bear, n' though dat biiiiatch works tirelessly ta peep her again, tha stress is often evident up in her behaviour, fo' her big-ass booty smokes when stressed or bothered, which is often. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. Every Muthafucka whoz ass approaches her wit offerz of wack help is politely or bluntly declined; her belief dat dat freaky freaky biatch has ta be a strong, independent biatch often clashes wit tha motherly worry dat she experiences often.
On tha thang, her dope ass don't smoke yo, but dat dunkadelic hoe takes regular breaks ta light up one ta calm her muthafuckin ass down if thangs is gettin rough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Other than that, her mannerizzlez both on n' off tha thang is dat of a gangbangin' bumpin', if rough-and-tumble, biatch whoz ass is lookin fo' some chillaxation all up in tha end of every last muthafuckin stressful day.
Hobbies/Interests:
Appreciatin nature
Soft orchestral music
Skills/Talents:
Coffee making
Cooking
Multi-tasking
Kickboxin (forma welterweight)
Prized Possession:
Her cafe, tha Haven. It aint nuthin but her gameblood n' her home.
History/Bio:
Audrey started doin thangs not up in Tha Ghetto yo, but up in Russia, up in tha stark, cold of Moscow City. Growin up, dat freaky freaky biatch had a healthy dislike of peepin', instead puttin her time n' focus tha fuck into game n' fitness, shiznit dat she, lil' n' naive, believed was mo' visibly blingin than studyin yo. Her grades barely gots her all up in school as it was yo, but her phat presence up in her schoolz wrestlin crew mo' than helped her along tha way fo' realz. Afta she graduated, dat biiiiatch was approached by a mackdaddy from a kickboxin school, offerin ta teach her up in tha wayz of fightin ta eventually become a instructor all up in tha same school, a offer she eagerly accepted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Da school, of course, gave her nuff a funky-ass bruise n' fuckin shitloadz of aches n' pains yo, but it gave her a sense of fulfillment ta go along wit tha sufferin fo' realz. Audrey eventually took part up in her first eva kickboxin tourney n' won third place; a achievement frowned upon by her mackdaddy but whoz ass nevertheless praised her fo' her accomplishment.
As tha muthafuckin years went by, dat dunkadelic hoe took part up in mo' n' mo' tournaments, until tha Russian Kickboxin Federation recognised her as a rookie up in tha nationistic standings n' decided ta place Audrey up in her first eva major nationistic championship. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch quickly hustled, however, dat goin ta tha nationals was way above her skill level, n' dat shiznit was wit a heavy ass dat she accepted her defeat n' elimination durin tha qualifyin rounds. Da loss only fueled tha eager fire within her n' dat dunkadelic hoe trained eva harder, determined ta win.
Around dis time was when she kicked it wit her to-be-husband, Brian Novovich. Da playa was a Gangsta-born Russian who'd flown ta Moscow ta participate up in a annual thugged-out fo' expats n' foreigners ta fight against locals. Durin tha thugged-out they fought against each other, n' afta tha match was over they fell tha fuck fo' each other like readily. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She'd lost yo, but tha wild-ass bullshit she felt was way less than tha ludd she'd found fo' Brian. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude suggested dat they move ta tha States, where tha competitions was mo' lively, n' she agreed.
Fast forward ten years, durin which they had a thugged-out daughter, named Catherine, they almost filed fo' divorce cuz of fallings up between them, n' now Audrey lives up in a lil' small-ass crib above her cafe, tha Haven, up in Union Hills, just near tha beach yo. Her forma glories, kickboxin n' athletics all behind her, she lives ridin' solo n' tendz ta her cafe yo. Her homeboy n' daughta live elsewhere, outta State entirely, though they keep up in semi-regular contact. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She'd refused ta leave Verthaven even afta Brian had found up dat biiiiatch was a metahuman, even afta tha horrendous events dat had occured within tha hood involvin playas like her n' shiznit yo. Dude took her daughta n' left outta concern fo' tha crewz safety, n' she never peeped dem since. This was round tha time her cafe attracted two metas whoz ass became her hommies n' subsequent playas; Marcus Rowland, a rowdy athlete n' adrenaline junkie, n' Jizzy Sykes, a on tha fuckin' down-low, soft-spoken computa nerd.
{Marcus Rowland} | {Good} | {His employer n' phat playa} | {"Bit of a cold-ass lil cheeky sort yo, but ultimately has a phat ass yo. Dude wants ta help, I can peep that, n' da ruffneck don't cause shit. Much."} | {Cole Sykes} | {Neutral} | {His employer n' playa} | {"Quiet n' mysterious yo, but dependable n' loyal."} |
Abilities
Juice Class:
Elemental
Power:
Smoke control; Aurora be able ta control smoke up in all its forms: dust storms, exhaust smoke, blunts, from fires, etc etc. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be able ta disperse whatever particlez is within tha cloud tha fuck into her surroundings or condense tha cloud tha fuck into a thick, murky mass dat blindz n' affects tha respiratory system of anythang caught inside dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be also able ta "grab" smoke ta wield it as a weapon akin ta a whip, rockin its semi-solid nature ta harden her smoke whip or chain whenever it impacts suttin' fo' maximum damage.
Bitch be also able ta turn her body tha fuck into a semi solid smoke form, wherein physical attacks cannot hit her, instead they pass all up in tha smoke dat make up her body. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be able ta travel all up in air ducts or vents wit dis side of her power, along wit bein able ta mask her muthafuckin ass up in a cold-ass lil cloud of smoke if a source of it is present.
Limits:
Da juice is limited ta only her muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sustainin her smoke form takes stamina, n' dat thugged-out biiiatch cannot maintain it fo' mo' than all dem minutes straight without havin ta stop before she passes out.
Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Because her abilitizzles is straight-up reliant on smoke, she requires a source of smoke somewhere bout her thug or up in her immediate vicinitizzle up in order ta function at 100% fo' realz. As such, she probably is peeped tokin a cold-ass lil blunt or cigar yo, but catch her up near tha ocean without a stick or a place where tokin is forbidden, n' she straight-up much powerless. Da constant tokin has also affected her respiratory system (gee whoz ass would've thunk it) n' stamina as a result. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch has a persistent cough, n' cannot sustain any strenuous activitizzles fo' mo' than all dem minutes at a time without havin ta catch her breath.
If she gets wet, dat biiiiatch is ghon be unable ta transform tha fuck into smoke, though dat don't stop her from manipulatin dat shit.
Wind affects her smoke form mo' than dat thugged-out biiiatch cares ta admit it; though she be able ta maintain consistency of her smoke form up in a gust of wind, dat biiiiatch will experience bullshit up in fightin tha wind flow. In ventilation systems, her movements is virtually limited ta where tha wind blows.
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