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Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt]

@Lemons
I'd be willing to explain it a little more, but it's not the kind of thing for the public thread here on RPG.

Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt]

Hey folks, my discord account got disabled because of someone who had beef with me in a different server. Is there a chance someone could PM me the invite link again?

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (In Memory of My Friend Queen)

@Dark Cloud@Demonic Raven

Deeply sorry for your loss, I didn't know Queen well but I'll be praying for her friends and family, and hope that you can all find comfort in the days ahead. Thank you for bringing this news to us, as sad as it may be, and for your work with this RP, and thank you for the kindness and friendship you've shown to Queen in what may have only been a short, but meaningful time.

Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt]

Travis d’Arcy

CABIN 252

“Bit rude, innit?”

---

“One…two…not even three hundred?” Travis sighed as he thumbed through the loose currency from a pilfered wallet. He stacked it with the rest and tapped out a couple of credit cards. “Who goes on a world-class cruise with less than a grand? Someone who don’t live enough, that’s who.” A handheld scanner copied the cards perfectly, and Travis slipped them back into the wallet just like he found them. Cards could be tracked, he would probably only get one or two purchases off of them before they were canceled or locked, but if the owner thought the thief only took the cash and left everything else, it’d be easy to believe that it was “too troublesome” to bother with the cards–so maybe they wouldn’t call their bank right away. “This was…cabin 103.”

Every passenger’s suite on the ship had a personal safe, which could only be accessed with a single magnetic card obtained by paying a deposit at the room steward’s office. Unless, of course, you had an awesome power to bend space and time. Cruise ships and hotels were some of the easiest for his powers to work with–rooms, safes, everything was almost always an exact carbon copy, all lined up right next to each other. Once he learned the dimensions, he could wait until a room was unoccupied, get in unseen, and transfer the contents of the safe. But keeping track of where you got what was important–some people would go longer without checking their belongings than others, and if those who opened their safes earlier found someone else’s stuff that wasn’t even known to be missing, it would start a domino effect across the whole ship. And that would be a lot of unnecessary attention.

Speaking of unnecessary attention…what the hell was going on outside? Sounded like the whole damn ship was in the hallway–and then someone screamed. Travis grimaced as he put his ear to the door. Then his face paled. Oh, shit. His head turned on a swivel as he backed away. The bathroom, or the closet? Under the bed? No, that one was right out. He yanked open a bedside table drawer, scooped all the stolen belongings into it–Gonna have to sort ‘em all over again, dammit!--and grabbed his 9-mil lying at the back. Then he vaulted over the bed–just as the first impact shook his doorframe. He slammed the bathroom door shut, and turned. The cabin door splintered inward under the butt of a weapon. The thief ran back across his room in a panicked sprint. Travis drew the closet door shut with a silent click, just as two men burst into the room.

The adept’s breath was slow and shallow as he peered through the slats of the closet door’s blind. They each swept the cabin with…a harpoon gun? Were they afraid of bullets ricocheting in the ship’s interior? Then again, maybe their scuba getup didn’t have a waterproof container for a firearm? He did see pockets, with at least one knife. And there were layers…armored plates, maybe? His pistol wouldn’t get through that.

“It’s clear, on to the next one!” said the first.

“Not yet! Check the side rooms!”

“Aw c’mon, if someone was in here they’d have heard us and screamed or somethin’! Let’s just go!” There were several loud crashes outside, and the unmistakable sounds of a struggle. The men didn’t seem too perturbed–which meant they weren’t alone in this heist.

“Screw you, we’re doin’ this right! Check the bathroom, I’ll cover you!”

“Screw you! What if they’re taking a dump in there, huh? That’s just awkward for everybody.” The second scuba-man ground his teeth hard enough Travis could hear them creaking against the rebreather.

“Then check. The. Closet.”

Travis held his breath. The first intruder shrugged, and headed for the closet. The thief backed away from the door. The man’s green, rubber coated hand grasped the handle and threw it open.

“Empty!”

A cyan light flashed around the edges of the bathroom door. Both whirled towards it and jerked their guns to position.

“If that’s what their dumps are like, I don’t wanna see what this fella’s been eating. Get in there!” Despite one giving his companion the order, both moved together to the bathroom. Without even checking to see if it was locked, they both kicked at once to shatter the latch. Less stable than the cabin’s entrance, the door exploded into the room. Both thugs followed, one crouched, both with weapons at the ready. The barrel of each harpoon gun swept the room. Both missed the second flash, back in the closet.

Everything in the restroom was covered in that same eerie cyan light. The tub, the tiled floors, the toilet…

“What the hell?” One of them reached out to touch the mirror, and watched as his hand passed through some kind of intangible wall. He poked his head out next, and saw that the color only applied to the part of the bathroom in which they were standing. All the other fixings of the room were just colored by it as if they were wearing sunglasses, because they were boxed in on all sides.

“This definitely ain’t normal, let’s–” He turned back to his companion, re-entered the glowing area in the process…and saw Travis, across the room. The Englishman looked smug as he stood in the closet, waving at them.

Then there was a flash, and the two found themselves outside Cabin 252’s window, about ten feet away from the body of the ship. They had just enough time to look down before they plummeted into the ocean. As if on cue, the ship lurched with a burst of speed, leaving them behind. The thief steadied himself against the door, then looked out the porthole to watch them struggle.

“Wankers.” Travis sneered.

---

Travis surveyed another empty cabin and another broken door. The whole level had signs of struggle here and there, but very little damage. No blood, either. So the frogmen, corsairs, whatever they were wanted captives alive. Hostage and ransom, then. That meant most folks on board would get away with their lives, so long as they didn’t do anything stupid like try to fight back. This might actually be a lucky break for him–the various stolen articles could easily be blamed on the pirates and keep him out of the spotlight.

He couldn’t hear any more noise on the deck above him–he thought maybe he’d heard someone knocking on a door, and a woman’s voice calling out, but he couldn’t be sure and certainly wasn’t going to go check. He needed to find a place to lay low until either the coast guard cleared this mess up, or the pirates docked the ship somewhere else. But, if the upper passengers and the main deck had already been covered by the frogmen…that meant he needed to go lower.

Unfortunately, the lower decks were not silent. From below, the engine roared, and the deafening echo bounced up the stairwell and down the hall towards Travis. For it to be that loud…had someone left the door to the engine room open? Had the frogs secured that, too–or were they doing something to it? If they wanted to stop the ship before it could reach shore, why not just take over the controls? Travis gulped as he realized the possibility. A bomb?

Then the gnawing fear in his belly turned to an icy bite. Travis slowly turned his gaze. He caught a whiff. It was not a pleasant aroma–but one he knew quite well. One he tried to avoid, at all costs, whenever he could. But in a life like his, that scent was all too common. The smell of blood. And it came, slow, with leisure, down the hall. Toward him.

@EnterTheHeroAnother figure walked through the hall, and in their hand a sword dripped crimson. Nonchalant and smooth, their movements told Travis that this was a professional--the kind of guard or muscle he always made a point to avoid when burgling some rich target’s mansion. On top of the fear factor was also the weird factor. They wore traditional Japanese garb, which matched the sword, and had some crazy two-tone hair. If that don’t scream ‘sod off’ I dunno what does. No thank you, ol’ chap.

He started to duck into one of the cabins–if he crouched low on the floor, he could maximize Trick Room’s distance, and then visualize the spatial dimensions of the ship well enough to move between floors…but that might drop him right in the laps of those frogmen messing with the engine! Was this killer part of their crew? Their outfit certainly didn’t match…but then wouldn’t that be a trend for a leader type in a gang like this?

He had to calm down. They were already too far up the hallway, no way they hadn’t seen him by this point anyway. Dealing with one person–even a dangerous one–beat dealing with who-knew-how-many. Travis swept one hand through his hair, then adjusted his glasses. The other eased into his coat pocket.

Travis, chum, what the hell are you doing? Time to take the gamble. Roll the dice. He stepped further out into view as the robed figure closed in, and put on his most charming smile.

“Don’t suppose you’re with them, then?” he spoke up, wincing as his own voice echoed. “The dodgy gits goin’ round bashing all the doors in, I mean.”

Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt]

What's In The Box?

Name: Travis d'Arcy (pronounced Darcy)
Nickname: Schrodinger

Title given to the perpetrator of a rash of mysterious thefts throughout the United Kingdom and France, with one sighting in the United States, whose true identity remains unknown. Believed to be an Adept or to have access to Septimal technology, given the nature of strange boxes on the crime scene.

Age: 23
Eyes: Indigo
Hair: Brown
Description:

6' | 170 lbs | Tenor

Country of Origin: United Kingdom
Condition: Adept
Biography:

Born to a firmly middle class family that only sank lower as time went on, Travis learned early that everyone wants someone else to blame. His dad kept getting fired because everyone he worked for was an asshole. His mom couldn't find a good job because the economy was bad. Their neighborhood was going to shit because there were too many immigrants moving in. And he kept getting in trouble at school because the other parent wasn't doing their job right. When they finally had enough of blaming each other, they split up, and then he blamed them for his screwed up childhood. The way Travis learned to see the world, other people made life miserable. And if you kept pointing the finger, the blame always found its way back to certain kinds of people. The ones born into the money, or the ones who stepped on everyone else to get to the top, or the ones responsible for the corruption that trickled down from their decadent pools of influence. It was their fault. And the only reason Travis wasn't one of them, was because he hadn't been lucky enough.

Well, until he figured out all the neat tricks he could do. After that? Lady Luck loved him long and hard, all night long.

Money went missing in bank vaults, and showed up in his pocket. He got the hottest tech, straight off the warehouse shelves, without spending a dime. The hottest nightclubs turned him away at the door, but he walked right into the VIP lounges. And the high rollers who thought they had dirt on him, found out just how easily he could turn the tables. He still had the high ground on all of them, though. He never let things get messy if he didn't have to. And the times he did have to...well, those people were just unlucky.

Equipment:

• Lens
  
  
  • Left: Dynamo Eye - Increases max EP
  • Right: None
• Ring
  • None
• Pendant
  • Shield Medallion - Reduces damage taken.

Skills:

• Mobility
  
  
  • Run (25 Points)
  • Jump (25 Points)
  • Air-Hop [A second jump in the air. Must be gear or septima-fueled.] (50 Points)
  • Rebound [Redirect mid-air as if wall jumping, or hang in the air at a fight's boundary. Basically it's air-flipping at fixed points.] (75 Points) [Relative to target.]
  • Teleport [Change locations at will in less time than it would take to get there otherwise. Minimum one half second. Technology or Septima based.] (200 Points)
• Combat
  
  
  • Weapon Training- Firearm [Small] (15 Points)

Gear:

• Battle Shoe [A soft shoe which makes little noise, but causes tripping in a double dash.] (10 Points)
• Simple Weapon (20 Points) - 9mm Semiautomatic Pistol (stolen, of course)

Septima

• Name: Odds'N'Evens
• Element: Space - Standard Element (100 points)
• Color: Cyan
• Powers
  
  
  • Lock Box - Element Generation: Field (100 Points) - Travis creates a glowing cube of designated space that becomes quantumly fixed, acting as a barrier or otherwise solid surface. It remains fixed in place, and impenetrable, with a constant EP drain. However, the greater a force of impact against it, the more EP is expended to maintain it. The size of the cube also determines the efficiency of EP spent on it. Current Maximum is up to 8x8 feet, but a smaller cube could also be made denser/harder by the same amount of EP. The cube can be created anywhere within 30 feet of Travis, and doesn't "lock" until it has reached its designated size. In other words, it will envelop objects rather than push them out of the way or damage them. Once it "locks," if an object isn't fully enveloped it will be violently ejected from the cube (think Bethesda clipping glitch).
  • Shoot Die - Element Generation: Field (100 Points), Self-Adjust (75 Points) - Travis creates a cube of designated space that allows any singular target to enter. The target will then immediately be ejected from one of the cube's faces with conserved momentum. Travis can use this on his own body to perform Air-Hops and Rebounds, or on incoming projectiles to deflect them, etc. Any object that comes into contact with the cube after its target has entered will be rejected as if by a solid surface. The cube disappears immediately after the target is ejected. The cube can be created anywhere within 30 feet of Travis, but is not permeable until it has reached its designated size, at which point it will receive the first target to enter it. Therefore, as it expands it will push objects away violently. Current maximum is 8x8 feet.
  • Trick Room - Element Generation: Field x2 (200 Points) - Travis creates two cubes of designated space, at least one of which MUST be centered on a particular target. The cubes will be of the same size, currently up to 8x8 feet. The contents of the cubes may then be swapped via teleportation at will. Travis can use this on himself or others to Teleport, and the targets being teleported will conserve their direction/momentum after their positions are swapped. The boxes are completely permeable, making it possible to "miss" a target. While they can be created within 30 feet of Travis, they MUST be within 15 feet of each other. If other objects are in the same cube as the intended target, they will also be teleported. An object that is not fully within the cube at the time of teleportation is violently ejected from it in the direction of the cube's face. The number of objects teleported, the weight and mass of those objects, and the distance over which they are being teleported all increase the amount of EP expended. Unlike the Lock Box and Shoot Die, these cubes "pop" into being near instantaneously.

Build: Tin Battery

Health is half that of Average, EP/Resource increased 50%.

SP: 2/2 (Sold 1, +100 EP)
Special Skills:

• High Roller (1 SP) - Offensive Skill [Damage in Geometric Area] (100 Points) - Travis creates an overlapping Lock Box and Shoot Die of maximum size, centered on a target. Objects that aren't fully enveloped by the cube's size are sucked into it. Then all objects, including the center target, are rapidly flung around in all directions by the Shoot Die to slam violently against the walls of the Lock Box. A higher number of objects inside the cubes in addition to the target will further increase the damage they take within the ricocheting trap.
  "Let us make a bet / A single roll of the die / The outcome: I win!
  HIGH ROLLER!"

  Cut-Scene

  

Kudos:

Start: (1000 default, 1095 used, BONUS: 0, 5 Remaining)
Total Used: 1095
Total Earned:
Total BONUS:
Highest Earn:
Highest "Combo":
Kudo net total:

Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt]

@tobiax Ah, okay. I'll take a look and see what I can swap out to balance the points. For the equipment, the idea was going to be that he'd have stolen it. That's been his primary use of his Septima, using it to infiltrate places or swap objects around so as to bypass security and pull off big heists. If it's still too much, which pieces would you suggest would be the most feasible for him to have stolen and kept?

And yes, sure, I'll join the Discord!

EDIT: I refunded the Combat Suit and the Weapons Familiarity with Medium Firearms, changing the total used to 1095 with 5 Points leftover after adding Self Adjust to Shoot Die.

Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt]

Shoot Die has some elements of self-adjust and projected adjust that need to be clarified a bit before the totals can be confirmed, at least.

@tobiax

When I read over the CS instructions and looked at other profiles, I took the "adjust" parameters to be like a buff/debuff, increasing or decreasing some metric of the subject (slow an enemy down, increase the strength of a punch, etc), or something that alters the fundamental state of the target (setting an enemy on fire, lasering a hole through their flesh). The intent behind Shoot Die is meant to be a "change," but not an "alteration," if that makes any sense? If an object traveling East enters the Die at 100 mph, it could be ejected at that speed but now facing a different direction (North, South, West, Up, Down). The target isn't damaged or transformed from its fundamental state, and the only parameter that has changed is its spatial direction, which I don't think is a metric that can be "increased/decreased" the way something like speed, temperature, etc could be.

Does that help clarify anything? If I misunderstood some aspect of the system let me know, I'll get it tweaked as soon as I can!

Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt]

Still accepting players.

@tobiax

I saw the most recent posts for this and got excited, but now I realize this was from a year ago. Are you still open to new players? If so I have a submission, hopefully I've gotten all the math right and explained the powers adequately. I've only played the first game in the series, so I hope that's alright!

What's In The Box?

Name: Travis d'Arcy (pronounced Darcy)
Nickname: Schrodinger

Title given to the perpetrator of a rash of mysterious thefts throughout the United Kingdom and France, with one sighting in the United States, whose true identity remains unknown. Believed to be an Adept or to have access to Septimal technology, given the nature of strange boxes on the crime scene.

Age: 23
Eyes: Indigo
Hair: Brown
Description:

6' | 170 lbs | Tenor

Country of Origin: United Kingdom
Condition: Adept
Biography:

Born to a firmly middle class family that only sank lower as time went on, Travis learned early that everyone wants someone else to blame. His dad kept getting fired because everyone he worked for was an asshole. His mom couldn't find a good job because the economy was bad. Their neighborhood was going to shit because there were too many immigrants moving in. And he kept getting in trouble at school because the other parent wasn't doing their job right. When they finally had enough of blaming each other, they split up, and then he blamed them for his screwed up childhood. The way Travis learned to see the world, other people made life miserable. And if you kept pointing the finger, the blame always found its way back to certain kinds of people. The ones born into the money, or the ones who stepped on everyone else to get to the top, or the ones responsible for the corruption that trickled down from their decadent pools of influence. It was their fault. And the only reason Travis wasn't one of them, was because he hadn't been lucky enough.

Well, until he figured out all the neat tricks he could do. After that? Lady Luck loved him long and hard, all night long.

Money went missing in bank vaults, and showed up in his pocket. He got the hottest tech, straight off the warehouse shelves, without spending a dime. The hottest nightclubs turned him away at the door, but he walked right into the VIP lounges. And the high rollers who thought they had dirt on him, found out just how easily he could turn the tables. He still had the high ground on all of them, though. He never let things get messy if he didn't have to. And the times he did have to...well, those people were just unlucky.

Equipment:

• Lens
  • Left: Dynamo Eye - Increases max EP
  • Right: None
• Ring
  • None
• Pendant
  • Shield Medallion - Reduces damage taken.

Skills:

• Mobility
  • Run (25 Points)
  • Jump (25 Points)
  • Air-Hop [A second jump in the air. Must be gear or septima-fueled.] (50 Points)
  • Rebound [Redirect mid-air as if wall jumping, or hang in the air at a fight's boundary. Basically it's air-flipping at fixed points.] (75 Points) [Relative to target.]
  • Teleport [Change locations at will in less time than it would take to get there otherwise. Minimum one half second. Technology or Septima based.] (200 Points)
• Combat
  • Weapon Training- Firearm [Small] (15 Points)

Gear:

• Battle Shoe [A soft shoe which makes little noise, but causes tripping in a double dash.] (10 Points)
• Simple Weapon (20 Points) - 9mm Semiautomatic Pistol (stolen, of course)

Septima

• Name: Odds'N'Evens
• Element: Space - Standard Element (100 points)
• Color: Cyan
• Powers
  • Lock Box - Element Generation: Field (100 Points) - Travis creates a glowing cube of designated space that becomes quantumly fixed, acting as a barrier or otherwise solid surface. It remains fixed in place, and impenetrable, with a constant EP drain. However, the greater a force of impact against it, the more EP is expended to maintain it. The size of the cube also determines the efficiency of EP spent on it. Current Maximum is up to 8x8 feet, but a smaller cube could also be made denser/harder by the same amount of EP. The cube can be created anywhere within 30 feet of Travis, and doesn't "lock" until it has reached its designated size. In other words, it will envelop objects rather than push them out of the way or damage them. Once it "locks," if an object isn't fully enveloped it will be violently ejected from the cube (think Bethesda clipping glitch).
  • Shoot Die - Element Generation: Field (100 Points), Self-Adjust (75 Points) - Travis creates a cube of designated space that allows any singular target to enter. The target will then immediately be ejected from one of the cube's faces with conserved momentum. Travis can use this on his own body to perform Air-Hops and Rebounds, or on incoming projectiles to deflect them, etc. Any object that comes into contact with the cube after its target has entered will be rejected as if by a solid surface. The cube disappears immediately after the target is ejected. The cube can be created anywhere within 30 feet of Travis, but is not permeable until it has reached its designated size, at which point it will receive the first target to enter it. Therefore, as it expands it will push objects away violently. Current maximum is 8x8 feet.
  • Trick Room - Element Generation: Field x2 (200 Points) - Travis creates two cubes of designated space, at least one of which MUST be centered on a particular target. The cubes will be of the same size, currently up to 8x8 feet. The contents of the cubes may then be swapped via teleportation at will. Travis can use this on himself or others to Teleport, and the targets being teleported will conserve their direction/momentum after their positions are swapped. The boxes are completely permeable, making it possible to "miss" a target. While they can be created within 30 feet of Travis, they MUST be within 15 feet of each other. If other objects are in the same cube as the intended target, they will also be teleported. An object that is not fully within the cube at the time of teleportation is violently ejected from it in the direction of the cube's face. The number of objects teleported, the weight and mass of those objects, and the distance over which they are being teleported all increase the amount of EP expended. Unlike the Lock Box and Shoot Die, these cubes "pop" into being near instantaneously.

Build: Tin Battery

Health is half that of Average, EP/Resource increased 50%.

SP: 2/2 (Sold 1, +100 EP)
Special Skills:

• High Roller (1 SP) - Offensive Skill [Damage in Geometric Area] (100 Points) - Travis creates an overlapping Lock Box and Shoot Die of maximum size, centered on a target. Objects that aren't fully enveloped by the cube's size are sucked into it. Then all objects, including the center target, are rapidly flung around in all directions by the Shoot Die to slam violently against the walls of the Lock Box. A higher number of objects inside the cubes in addition to the target will further increase the damage they take within the ricocheting trap.
  "Let us make a bet / A single roll of the die / The outcome: I win!
  HIGH ROLLER!"

  Cut-Scene

  

Kudos:

Start: (1000 default, 1095 used, BONUS: 0, 5 Remaining)
Total Used: 1095
Total Earned:
Total BONUS:
Highest Earn:
Highest "Combo":
Kudo net total:

Kobold Tribe

@Aristocles It wasn't meant as a derivative, I was just pointing out why others might have asked the question since you mentioned I wasn't the first. Didn't mean to ruffle any feathers--or scales!

Kobold Tribe

You're actually the second one to bring up the anime evolution bit. No, this isn't like that. They're hatched as kobold, they live as kobolds, they die as kobolds. No overarching plot is in place; the players are free to do as they wish in a sandbox-type RP.

@Aristocles

It's starting to become a popular RP concept because of the various anime/manga series around the same idea popping up, I'd imagine. I actually did a similar one with more Isekai flavor about a year ago. Anyway, thanks for your answers! I'll be withdrawing my hat, but wish you luck with it!