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» NICKNAMEx/ x Makoto or Mako » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Kirin » AGEx/ x 23 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Pansexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x August 30th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x US, Hope » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x US, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'3" » WEIGHTx/ x 145lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Gold » HAIR COLORx/ x Platinum Blonde » BUILDx/ x Athletic » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x She has metal arms and legs, so there ain't much that's going to top that.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Makoto can normally be found wearing a set of khaki coveralls over a cheap tank top, when in Tinker mode, with some notable alterations. Her sets, though not made out of any special materials, are all sported with large zip flaps over vital access points on her mechanical limbs. When feeling lazy, and heading out and about without a specific event in mind, Makoto normally carries a messenger bag filled with tools and pulls the slightly weathered upper half of a PRT uniform on to look slightly more presentable. There is a point of distinction, however, as Dragon's Teeth insignia anoint its collar. Outside of that her attire for specific events shifts on a whim [ Check Spoiler in Posts ]. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x As she no longer has limbs made of flesh, Kirin's outfit is what would be considered skimpy for a normal cape. Lightly armored in what looks like scales, it only really covers her torso and appears to meld perfectly into her cybernetics - which sport similarly fashioned venting slots in place of unnecessary armor. Her helmet is aggressive and blunt, featuring a visor that could be fitted for some special effect and a pair of aesthetic breakaway horns. While her "hands" remain uncovered her feet sport minimalist footwear meant to reduce wear and tear on her prosthetics and assist in dampening excessive force without inhibiting her exceptional mobility.
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A tinker with a narrow focus but excellent skill ceiling within the category. In this case the creation of synthetic limbs of all kinds. These prosthetic pieces of equipment can be built at a technological level well above those even in the conceptual stage of research at normal institutions. With the proper funding and supplies the creation of mechanical limbs which look real, are light weight, and yet both durable and stronger than a human limb is entirely possible. Though these limbs won't be outdoing a brute class cape with super strength they'll certainly give an edge over trained martial artists. The option to augment them with minor gadgets is also within the grasp of your abilities.
Static Strikes
With a body able to collect and store a comparatively small amount of charge you are able to generate strikes that deliver painful and in some cases incapacitating shocks of electricity similar to a more powerful taser. Though be careful as your power requires motion to charge up and being unable to move after expending a charge can leave you vulnerable.
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Though she's grown out of her more childish antics, Makoto is one to pick fun and crack wise on a regular basis. She has confidence in her abilities, beyond a fault - it's why she's sporting her mechanized elements, after all. Practical jokes are a favorite tool in her personal arsenal, and have only grown more fantastical as her tinker prowess exposes itself. Don't take her identifying as pansexual as a sign she isn't picky, however, as she prefers a person to exhibit qualities she finds interesting without needing to be asked first. She's willing to take a few too many shots, but at the end of the day prefers to stay away from party adjacent substances that someone could hang over her head later on down the line. She's always first on her list of concerns, but is open to the idea of that changing. When it comes to fights she's a bit easy to rile up, but the situation that got her to where she is now has made her more willing to bounce out of bad situations instead of trying to finish every scuffle on her term. She's a bit more rowdy than your average Tinker, since most of her tinkering ways exist to keep herself upright and not as the type of purely obsessive instincts many possessed. Asking about her time in the PRT and Dragon's Teeth is a severe sore spot, information about which needs to be coaxed out of her and shouldn't be inquired about unless one is okay with staring down her many pointed instruments. She absolutely will not let anyone who is not beyond close to her mess with, touch, poke, prod, eyeball, or otherwise hover around her cybernetics - exceptions granted only to qualified technicians and after entering into a binding agreement base on their profession. Her sense of humor could be described as something between silly and outright strange. She tends to glorify most things that land squarely in the category of whimsically or cynically weird, while shying away from the occult and sinister elements of the strange.
» LIKES
↳ heavy music, Fireball whisky, practical jokes, cheap food
» PASSIONS
↳ fighting, joking around
» DISLIKES
↳ PRT, hip hop, overpriced stuff she didn't make, boring drinks
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ confinement, the man who threw her into the electrical substation
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- As a member of Dragon's Teeth, Makoto defied orders to chase a villain into a substation. The result was a failed mission, grievous bodily harm to her, and disciplinary action information added to her file.
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█ »x 1 ALH1 Cybernetic Set █ »x 1 LL2H-PM Cybernetic Set █ »x 1 SNIP Device █ »x 1 Basic HUD w/ VI █ »x 1 Pair Combat Knives █ »x 1 PRT Uniform Top w/ Dragon's Teeth Insignia
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» BACKGROUND
Makoto was born and raised in Hope, no stranger to the rough and tumble reputation it earned over the years, though hardly growing up in its worst areas. She had been, and remains to this day, somewhat of a punk - and avid fan of most music categorized as "heavy". Always ready for a fight, and ready to speak her mind, though with a lighter side than most brooding teens who frequented the scene. Her grades were middling and pursuit of anything less gritty non-extant.
Thrust into the world of policing just out of school, her hard-nosed, dogged attitude carved out a comfortable space from the get go. That willingness to do what needed to be done, and penchant for lightening the mood in between assignments, made her a fast friend to what amounted to area beat cops. A results driven mindset also made her a favorite in the neighborhood PRT precinct, but a bout of nepotism and poorly timed prank saw her shipped out to New Brockton and mired in a territorial swamp. It was here she languished for several years before being plucked out of the dead end by what seemed like pure happenstance. She'd resigned herself to the life of a cop, never rising to be something more.
Dragon's Teeth was a whirlwind from the start, and one Makoto never quite landed from after being swept up. Training, training, and more training. Sudden access to resources, and skyrocketing standards. She was never going to make it, and she never did. Instead of becoming the best unaltered humanity had to offer, she became a middling cape without the ability necessary to lead one Dragon's squad or the form necessary to fit in among her former squadmates. And so she accepted the eponymous leader's offering of replacement bits, and walked away on her own terms instead of jockeying a desk back at standard fair PRT. Instead she found a bar and a bottle of Fireball, and set down the path to become a dragon in her own right - which started mostly with some jokes at her own expense and a tab that was already too large. It should have included plans to retrofit herself, but hey... she had time, right?
» TRIGGER EVENT
You know that moment when you realize that you've done something stupid in your haste to do something cool? When your showing off is going to come back and smack you in the mouth and you can see it coming from a mile? When you pick a fight but the person's surrounded by their crew and you don't realize it. Makoto's moment like that turned out a bit more... damaging.
There was always a certain sense of superiority to being a member of Dragon's Teeth, to being asked to tussle with the capes even though you didn't have powers of your own. In Makoto's case she'd more than mastered bladed weapons, and paired with a suit of power, she cut through things like butter. It was exhilarating, but naturally put her at a disadvantage. She needed to close ground on her targets, and the exos made that easy. A bit too easy, to the point that she'd become exceptionally sure of her skills. It all went straight to her head. The constant chances to get into scuffles, the augmentation of her natural abilities, the nice cloistered spaces to train in absent any outside interference. It was a breeding ground for complacency in Makoto, and she fell to it hook line and sinker.
She'd had a reputation as a bit of a loose canon even before getting recruited, but if there were any teeth out of place in Dragon's squad Makoto stuck out at the severest of angles. Constantly freelancing, she'd gotten lucky her first few times pulling stunts. It was all the type of stuff that would get you in trouble only if you ******** it up, but that might only get you a slap on the wrist if it went right. Don't go into X situation alone or you could get hurt. Use these tactics. Follow these specific rules. She'd gotten a reprimand the first time, but the disciplinary actions quickly lost their bite in the face of results the others weren't producing. Her squadmates were starting to sour on her antics, but the displeasure hadn't made its way out of the field.
And then she got hot and chased a cape into an electrical substation.
They'd told her plenty of times not to follow without backup, to heed her surroundings. Don't let them bait you into things, because you can never tell what their powers are at a glance. It should have clicked that her scenario was dumb. That even the most foolish of criminals would retreat to an area where they'd have the upper hand. But the little lightning headed firecracker had gotten wrapped up in threat assessments and self confidence. Psyched herself into feeling like a zealous bit of prep could make her invincible in the field. No amount of tinkering and studying and training could combat such a natural hardheadedness. Her power armor could have been adjusted by the man who designed it and it wouldn't have stopped what happened, prevented her stupidity from costing her.
The electricity hadn't killed her when he took advantage of the ace up his sleeve to toss her like a rag doll into one of the conduits - probably thanks to the power armor, but she was quite literally burn around the edges. It was some sort of push skill, she'd never learned since her ******** up had stopped the day in its tracks. Electricity has a tendency to be nasty when it exits a body, and being thrown through multiple sources didn't help the greenhorn's case. She dodged the reaper, lost the perp, her limbs and any good will she'd earned. A reputation for fearlessness and action was in an instant shifted to idiocy and unsuitability; leaving Makoto herself at a crossroads. Of human and machine. Of a job and her self respect. Or perhaps it was self righteousness.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Karly, Kar, O » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Maglev » AGEx/ x 18 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Pansexual / Panromantic » BIRTHDAYx/ x August 1st » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x USA, New York » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'4" » WEIGHTx/ x 126 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Hazel » HAIR COLORx/ x Natural Dark Ash brown, currently dyed purple » BUILDx/ x lithe-skinny » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x n/a
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Often wear a wide variety of clothes ranging from jeans and a t-shirt; to a tank top, a small overshirt, and a skirt. Often wears low-top sneakers or flats. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x She doesn't have one yet, never had much of a mind to do heroic stuff
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A tinker ability specializing in propulsion of all kinds, covering any sort of fuel types including but not limited to gasoline/ jet fuel and electrical energy, and covering every direction of thrust. Max speeds allowed by any combined propulsion system(s) is Mach 3 ( supersonic, clocking in at a max of 2301.81 ft/s ).
Bullshit Sense
An uncanny Thinker sense, allowing one to know when anyone is lying to them; excluding Stranger 6's and up.
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Karleen is antisocial and distant when it comes to just about everything, and for scenerios when she isn't and people can get words out of her mouth, she is instead somewhat brash and sarcastic; satire lining most of her words. Karleen has mounting insecurities and self-hatred, and often shuts herself away in her workshop to tinker in solitude. She tries her best to keep herself away from personal relationships after the betrayal of her family, and tends to stick to business relationships instead. When engineering for people, Kar works on a "I don't need or want to know" sort of mindset; as her customers are villains and wardens alike; ignorance is bliss, she likes to recite. Karleen enjoys her work, and thus the workshop is open for jobs most of the time; but there are spans of weeks or even months when Karleen falls in to puts of depression and the workshop is closed. Karleen finds herself often avoiding medication, due to previous dependencies, but isn't against drinking alcohol and either gets it through illegal means or through payment for smaller jobs. The young woman seems to have a weakness for children and animals, often letting them in while others who have known her for longer are shut out.
» LIKES
↳ mint tea, a good book, being too busy to think
» PASSIONS
↳ gardening, animals, the smell of honey and sugar
» DISLIKES
↳ social interaction, the feeling of failing, extreme temperatures
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ being betrayed, being put down, trusting others, responsibility
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» CURRENCYx / x $860.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Toybox [ Rouge ] » POSITIONx / x For Hire Engineer
Full time
» RESIDENCEx / x A toybox workshop in downtown Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 50
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Lost the CEO Position at Ouvere Technological Corporation - Disgraced daughter of the Ouvere Technological Corporation in New York - Emancipated after a four month long trial - Was hospitalized in Brockton's Drug Rehabilitation center for five months
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█ »x A sort of Sachtel bag holding normal tools and tinker tools alike █ »x A pocket handbook holding different equations and chemical formulas █ »x A pad of paper █ »x Several pens which are shoved in different parts of her clothing
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» BACKGROUND
After her trigger event, Karleen left her parents house and filed for emancipation; the court battle took four months and once she was free of her parents, Karleen admitted herself to a rehabilitation center to recover from her Xanax and Adderall dependency. Karleen stayed in that center for several months, coming out of it a few months after her seventeenth birthday. Free, but now unsure of what to do or where to go, Karleen was homeless for a short amount of time. It was here than the woman found her powers; she first made money off a gimmicky street act where she would tell people if they were lying or not, people called her the Human Lie Detector for some time. Once she had enough to keep a place at the local homeless shelter and to start saving for a home, Karleen found her other gift. Tinkering here and there, she found something that wasn't there before; she possessed an innate talent with propulsion systems and the science behind it. Using what ever left over money she had, she created a jetpack and sold it off to a local Ward hero. The Toybox eventually caught wind of a new tinker and extended it's invitation for her to have a safe space where she wouldn't have to take sides; and Karleen graciously accepted the offer. She didn't like the hero or the villain gig, she felt it was too polarizing and too stiffing for her tastes.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Ever since she was a child, Karleen loved science; you couldn't get her away from it. Her birthday and christmas wishes came in the forms of different science pre-packaged experiments that she could do at home. This was only natural, as her parents and their families going back several generations were first rate scientists and headed a company called Ouvere Tech. When she was small, all her family wanted her to do was learn to love science, to thrive in it, to do what made her happy. But that pretty much all changed when Karleen's first younger sister, Sarah, came along. From a young age the girl showed promise with her advances in both knowledge and her capabilities. Sarah learned to talk before Karleen did, she learned to walk before Karleen had learned to walk, anything that Karleen did-- Sarah did it better. Soon Karleen found herself with less of her parent's affection than several years prior, and still being so young she didn't realize why. It was only when her two younger sisters, twins Joslynn and Jolene, that it finally came to her; though she was the oldest, she was not the smartest or the more talented.
From that moment on, Karleen realized that she had to work harder and study more if she was going to catch up and surpass her sisters some day. Her parents didn't seem to care much about her shortcomings at first, but as highschool neared and Sarah had reached a highschool proficiency before she had, and Jolynn and Jolene were close behind, that her parents began to pressure her. It was soft coaxing at first, but as time went on and her parents got older, Karleen found herself suddenly a disappointment to the family. It didn't matter that she loved science and tried her best anymore, only that she got B's on tests that her sisters got A's on. It was at this time, in the eighth grade, that Karleen began a destructive path in order to try to please her parents. She spent all of her allowances on anything she could to to get ahead; tutors, studying programs, extra classes, anything. Karleen began to sleep and eat less in echange for more time to study, she stopped seeing friends, she dropped her extracurricular classes, and traded study halls for classes and private tutoring sessions. No matter how hard she tried, through the next three years of schooling, her sisters were always so far ahead of her.
When Karleen hit sixteen, her parents finally broke it to her; the CEO position they had promised her all her life was now in danger, and if she couldn't show favorable results before her seventeenth birthday, they would give the position to one of her sisters. This was the worst year of Karleen's life, everyone seemed to distant and cold, like she was living in a world far away from everyone. The young girl turned to drug abuse, mainly Xanax and Adderall, in an attempt to produce favorable result for her parents. IT seemed to work for a while, her parents finally seemed proud of her again when she won the first place spot in her city's regional Siemens competition. The quips and comments about her being slow and useless stopped, she felt loved again. Several months passed, and it seemed that she was once again going to be in a good place to take the CEO position when she overheard her parents' phone conference in another room. They had, instead of waiting, given the CEO position to one of her distant cousins she hadn't seen since she was at least three; they would hold the spot till one of her genius sisters could take their place at the head of the company. Karleen had never felt so betrayed, so embarrassed. Why did she ever think her parents would ever trust her, ever love her, again?
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Wonder waffle, Aunty, Freddy, the Cyborg with the big titties. » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Wunderwaffe » AGEx/ x 28 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Bisexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x 27/8 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Earth He » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'2" » WEIGHTx/ x 115lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Slender » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Freda has short black hair that ends up somewhere around her jaw line. She has brown eyes and pale white skin. She's also surprisingly stacked for someone as short as she is.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x She dresses fairly inconspicuously while in casual clothes. Her hair is fairly short and left loose, she wears comfortable T-shirts, pants, shoes and usually also wears a long white lab coat over the top of it depending upon the weather of course. She also wears a pair of glasses. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x To be decided.
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Classification [ Tinker 10 ]
» POWERS
Cybernetic Augmentation
You specialize in the field of cybernetics, the creation of closed systems with the design of achieving a goal. In particular you specialize in synthetic implants of a large variety. These inventions can replace organs, enhance natural athletic ability, restart a heart, or even augment your reality with heads up displays. From the simplest of pace makers to a full cyborg body, this is your main domain. In addition to this you are able to branch out into the field of cybernetics at large.
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Freda is quirky individual at the best of times. A big fan of internet culture, mostly because she spends a lot of time on the internet, she can often be found making references and meme jokes. At least, when she's not taking things particularly seriously. She has a strong sense of humor and uses it as a fall-back to deal with stressful situations. Sometimes inappropriately so. Her true motivations are often hard to discern through her persona and occasional feigning of ignorance. But if asked whose side she's on, she'd simply state "Humanity's".
↳ Family/loved ones, having her hair brushed, cats, bad puns, Dragon
» DISLIKES
↳ Hot weather, excessively antagonistic types, excessive government intervention
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Sheep
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Toybox » POSITIONx / x Senior member
Full time
» RESIDENCEx / x A toybox workshop in downtown Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- - - - - -
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» BACKGROUND
Freda was born and raised in a large city based on Earth He. One of the ones supported by Dragon. She led a rather normal life, got into the medical profession and eventually triggered after her younger sister committed suicide. The unexpected loss and inability to save her having broken her quite thoroughly for a while. Deciding she needed to get a fresh start for a while, she moved to New Brockton and joined up with Toybox to try to make a living and maybe do some good with her newfound powers. She has been a member for a number of years now, and spends her time doing various jobs as well as mentoring the Tinker Cape, Maglev. Who she has taken under her wing.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Freda grew up in a city on Earth He. One of the technological wonders brought about with the help of a certain Canadian Tinker. Her life was fairly average for the most part. She had a background in medicine, but she wasn't particularly high profile or anything of the sort. Her life however changed dramatically one day, with an unexpected event that seemed to come out of the blue. Unbeknownst to the rest of her family, including Freda herself, her younger sister Anna had been facing a rather intense battle with depression. One she had been keeping hidden from everyone for some time now. Deciding she was to much of a burden and would rather people not have to deal with her any longer, Anna made her way up to a tall building in the city and decided she was going to commit suicide. With no one around to stop her, she jumped from the roof and impacted the floor below. But she didn't die, at least not right away. The emergency services arrived and took her to hospital to try to save her life. When she was told what had happened, Freda went into shock. She hadn't seen this coming, and she very much blamed herself for not noticing sooner and doing something about it. She and her sister had always been particularly close. So why hadn't she seen it? Why had she failed to save someone she cared for so much, right when they needed her the most? These questions continued to run through her mind, starting to take over her thoughts more and more until she could think of nothing else.
Considering her background in medicine, she dedicated her time to trying to save her sister. But as the week went on, Anna continued to deteriorate. As she deteriorated, so did Freda's mental health, especially regarding this situation. Thoughts turning increasingly dark, turning into obsession aimed at her sister. Death had already been a touchy subject for her. She knew some day she would have a loved one taken from her because of death. And now? She couldn't save her, it was becoming increasingly clear that no one could. And when this realization dawned on her, when it became obvious to the point she could no longer hide from it that she was going to lose her loved one, the focus of her attentions and obsession? She broke down. She was unable to deal with the reality that her sister was dying and would soon be gone. When she finally realized this and snapped, something inside of her snapped too. She didn't realize it at the time, but this was her trigger event happening, her road from who she was, to who she was becoming. A persona she was all to willing to throw herself into, to forget the pain of loss that had brought her here.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x None. He doesnt like Nicknames. "I have a name. Use it or dont." » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Smithmaster » AGEx/ x 28 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Asexual. Feels no attraction » BIRTHDAYx/ x January 15th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Edmonton, Alberta, Canada » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x Brockton, US
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» HEIGHTx/ x He stands at 6 feet and 1 inch tall. Or 1.85 meters tall. (Depends on your choice of measurement units) » WEIGHTx/ x 245 lbs (111.13 kg) » EYE COLORx/ x Silvery Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Dirty brown » BUILDx/ x Lean and muscled » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Tanken has permanent scars all over his upper body from when his forge exploded and caused the building to collapse on him.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x He prefers free flowing and looser clothing casually, not so loose that its slipping but that it makes movement easier. Has a very old world feel to it » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x When he has to be in costume he dons a full suit of platemail armor that he himself made, dyed a silver white with a heavy shield and usually a large great hammer, but if he is in a rush he will just grab the closest of the many weapons he has made and keeps around his shop
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Neutral Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS
x/ x Brute 5 Tinkerer 3
» POWERS
Personal Field You maintain an invisible personal forcefield which absorbs the force of incoming hits. It's fairly strong, to the point that it can take a bullet or two, but not the strongest thing in the world. If it breaks it'll be gone for one post before being able to return.
Archaic Specialist This tinker power has a hyper specialist focus on the past rather than the future. Your ability to craft melee weapons of old is to a level not seen in a long time. In addition to granting the ability to make such things you may do so with materials that were either thought impossible to use, or may otherwise use them in outside the box ways. More durable, sharper, less weight, and of course deadlier. Your weapons will do more than the original ones ever could hope to achieve.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
Tanken is a solitary type of person. Often choosing to spend his nights alone working on newer materials or working on whatever is his latest "passion project". The people of the small suburb community within the large city he calls home are some of the closest people he has to family. Seeing rampant destruction only disheartens him, as he pities those who feel the need to destroy, rather than put the energy into a creative process. He is a good natured young man who can be a very charismatic person. Most of his customers would describe him as "a person they thought long gone from the world" or that he "has an air of nobility about him", neither of which are true but he always thought it was a nice sentiment. He will always stand up for someone who cannot, which is why his personal motto is "Break my town and I break you." He is well respected within his community and seen as a great asset, he will often spend his free time helping construction crews repairing major damage caused in any battle.
» LIKES
Fresh Food, Rare Materials, Customers who "get it"
» PASSIONS
Smithing
» DISLIKES
Food being wasted, Ignorant Customers
» ANIMOSITIES
The city he lives in being wrecked or destroyed because some people decided to have a "Super Powered temper tantrum", Overly demanding Customers, people who "hover over him"
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Toybox » POSITIONx / x Member
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x Shop / Apartment hybrid (The apartment is above his shop)
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Very well known smith - Discovered a wide variety of new materials
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█ »x Shop Keys
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Tanken was born and raised on a small farm just outside of the city of Edmonton all the way up in Canada. It was a peaceful little area, not too far from getting to the city for any supplies and he never had to look for employment. While his family wasn't the richest they were certainly well enough off, with his father and grandfather, Kiyo Ikazuchi and Yaiba Ikazuchi, always working the forge. Tanken was the oldest of his siblings, with one little brother, Auron, and a little sister, Vera. He loved his family greatly but unlike Auron who became a passionate fighter or Vera who became an unrivaled cook, he took after his Grandfather, and Father before him, becoming quite obsessed with smithing from a young age. When he was ten years old he made his first sword, it wasnt even that great or significant, but it meant the world to him. However as time went on he grew apart from his father Yaiba, when their grandfather Kiyo passed away from his age things got a bit tougher between the two. Egos and tensions flared and they would often get into arguments over how things were to be done. Eventually he left home, striking out on his own to "forge his own path", really it had been the loss of his mother to cancer that was the breaking point for him. He just couldn't take it at home anymore. He made his way to Brockton where after working a few odd jobs he was able to find a place to rent out and shop to set up. Its been 8 years since he moved to the big city, and a few interesting things have happened. The most interesting was when a strange man approached him one day, with a meteorite and a request to replicate his fathers greatest work. Initially Tanken refused, there was something shady about this character, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Oh, well I guess your just not as good as your father after all. I should have gone to Edmonton to consult him. Oh well." That was the final straw for Tanken, without even thinking he accepted the deal but everything changed when his forge exploded during the process and after only a couple months of physical rehab he was back to 100%
He had recovered faster than any could believe, he was much stronger than before and with far tougher skin, he could barely feel the heat of his forge against his body for a time. This resulted in numerous scars and burns which he didnt even notice until after the project was done. He received another strange email one day, with the subject of "TOYBOX INVITATION" he thought it was just a joke, but he printed the invite and went to the address listed to find himself in an entirely different world all of a sudden.
There he was greeted by the man who first made the commission, who explained a great deal.
"Sorry about the vanishing act, and the whole exploding meteor. Your an Ikazuchi! Your family name was once famous throughout all of Japan, your ancestors were even said to be Dragons! Of course thats just a myth but their crafts are certainly well known to stand even today. Thats why I had to invite you Tanken, we could really use a skilled smith like you here in our organization. So, heres the deal, meet the boss and if he likes you your in! Simple really. You get discounts on materials, to meet with all kinds of other Tinkerers, even pull strings to get access to some high end stuff, like that Meteorite. So how bout it, will ya meet with him?"
Tanken couldnt possibly say no, this was his way to prove to his old man once and for all he was better than him.
He was quickly accepted and immediately got to work, starting archaeological digs in certain areas and discovering some rare and unique materials that the world never knew about before, and the Toybox had full control over who got them, with Tanken of course, being priority. They quickly helped him to rebuild his forge stronger and better than before, even going to far as to install an apartment above the shop so he would never be far away when needed.
It had been a long year but now everything is calm and quiet once again, Tanken has learned to project a forcefield around himself and even condense it to create a high pressure zone around certain objects making him an even greater smith than before. He has gotten a few invitations from a variety of organizations but usually after reading them he just tosses them into the flames of his forge and goes back to work, ignoring them. If they wanted something, they should just come themselves and not send a stupid letter.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Everything had started out normal enough for Tanken, his forge was hot and the shop was doing well. Near to the end of the day he received an email for a commission, nothing new but this one caught his attention. He was asked to work with an incredibly rare meteorite sample, gathered from a deep crater just off the coast of the western shoreline. Something this rare and unique, Tanken couldn't possibly decline the chance to work with.
Meeting with the man and seeing the shining black otherworldly rock he gladly heard him out. What he wanted was for Tanken to replicate his fathers best work. A blade forged from Meteorite was something most smiths only dare dream of, given that even getting a sample could cost tens of thousands to even millions of dollars and the man was paying to match the cost, whoever this mystery man was, he clearly had money to spare.
After taking on the commission, Tanken shut down his shop and began an intense process of studying the meteorite through every method he knew. He very quickly discovered that it was an extremely rare mix of elements, Iron deposits with Nickel and Tin as well as silicon and other complex compounds he couldn't even fathom. The studying of the material took him nearly a week and when he received a call from the commissioner upset that it was taking him so long all he could do was prepare his forge as best he possibly could.
He slowly began heating the material, he was going to go old school with this and mix it with a Tamahagne type sword build, this was a technique passed down to him by his old man before his old man passed away. This process took him hours, he had to build a Tamahagne forge from scratch, brink by brink, slowly heat it and fix any cracks in the mold before he could set the meteorite and the steel he had picked together in the forge. Slowly working the pieces until they melted and melded together with strikes of his hammer he began to shape the blade.
Once it finally took the form he was satisfied with, after nearly a day and half of solid straight work, there was only one tiny problem, one tiny bubble near the edge of the blade. He worked tirelessly to mold that little bubble of material together to make it smooth and seamless and when it seemed as though he finally got it, and went for the oil quench that is when disaster struck.
The oil steamed violently, igniting but that wasn't unusual after all this was molten metal, but something in the Meteorite-Steel alloy caused a dangerous chemical reaction with the oil and the basin made of iron, causing a violent explosion of steam, flames and molten metal powerful enough to bring down his entire workshop on top of him.
Somehow, Tanken managed to get out, pull himself out of the wreckage, though not without serious injury. He had sustained breaks all over his body, ribs, legs, arms, hell he was lucky all his organs were still inside. Emergency personal later described to him when he woke up after days of intense surgery that it was a miracle he was even still alive.
There were months of intensive physiotherapy, but he seemed to be making a remarkable recovery, all the while Tanken checked constantly for the mystery commissioner, but when he tried to recall the number he couldn't remember it, when he looked back to see if he could find the email record they were gone, vanished without a trace. The down payment for the commission was of little compensation as the costs to repair both himself and his forge were immense. He was back to square one, bu t something was different, he could feel it in his very bones. He didn't know what yet, but it was something he was going to find out.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ MORGAN CRUISE xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx tinker
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Morgan » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Prometheus » AGEx/ x 21 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x Febuary 21st » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x USA, Florida » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, New Brockton
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 5'11 » WEIGHTx/ x 145 lbs. » EYE COLORx/ x Dark Brown » HAIR COLORx/ x Black with White Highlights » BUILDx/ x Atheltic » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Scar across the bridge of his nose.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x [ x ] » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x [ x ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITIONx/ x Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Tinker [ 10 ]
» POWERS
Suppression Tactics
Ever seen a flash bang built in the size of a marble? Well, now you can. Stopping your foes via technology meant to suppress and contain them is your specialty. As such you will find difficulty in creating lethal platforms. However, your means of producing non-lethal devices is astounding. Tazers, devices that disrupt or cause pain to the senses, trap devices etc... In addition to this, you have a very niche hyper-specialty to produce countermeasures for physical regeneration and super strength. (Note that this does not include an ability to turn powers off)
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
Being an individual that felt lost in the world for so long, Morgan is true to himself and only himself. He has a futurist mindset and is always looking towards to pioneer new fields or create a better future. He doesn't really believe that saving the world and losing yourself in the process would ever justify the mean. Why save the world of monsters to become one yourself. People see him as naive in his perspective, but he just thinks of the goods and not the bad. The other shoe will always drop, but why not enjoy the time while you have it.
Morgan used to be an individual that allowed himself to be helpless and he could never fight his own battles. He lacked confidence. Now he believes in himself and hopes to build a better tomorrow. He doesn't like to call himself a hero, but rather a person trying to do the right thing.
» LIKES
↳ Art, Watching Movies, Revisiting the battles of Capes, Technology
» PASSIONS
↳ Technlogy
» DISLIKES
↳ Villains, Destruction, the Need to be a Hero.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Murderers
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Toybox » POSITIONx / x Inventor
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x New Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here - - - -
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Backpack █ »x Phone █ »x █ »x
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Morgan Cruise grew up in the care of the foster system, unlike most. He actually stayed in a decent foster home from the age of seven. They were okay people, but as he got older they started to care less and less about him since they had their own family to worry about. He wasn't like most kids however, it didn't drive him to seek their attention through acting out. Morgan just went onward, it didn't matter what they thought. They weren't his parents, just his guardians. Yet something always felt missing. [ See Trigger for the Rest ]
» TRIGGER EVENT
Mistakes happen. Sometimes they come in the form of a broken dish or a criminal trial you had to testify in. It all started with a stupid decision to check out a gathering with a friend that led him down a horrible ordeal that changed his life.
He had been fifteen at the time, he lived with foster parents that truly didn’t give a rat’s a** about what he did. He did well in school, hell he had a scholarship lined up for to go to one of the best universities in New York City. He had decent friends and a home, but yet something always felt missing as if… a piece of his puzzle wasn’t there.
Morgan found himself visiting a gathering hosted by a cape with his friend. His friend didn’t really care for it, but Morgan was hooked. The cape called herself Future, she believed together that they could create future. That together, they could bring about an era the world had never seen. The unity that was created, made him feel like he had found the missing piece of the puzzle. Morgan dedicated his life to Future’s organization, what he soon realized was a techno-cult.
Future took a liking to Morgan and appreciated the work and ideas he brought to the table, they… got involved on a level very few people did with her. She shared her world with him. How she was only a girl that was around his age, that she a tinker with a minor thinker ability. That whenever she amassed people together. The smarter she became. The more brilliant, the better. While he could never create anything like her, she taught him so much beyond his level of knowledge.
However, not everyone appreciated the closeness that developed between them. One person particular was a woman by the name of Eliza Renee Williams. She was responsible for the shady operations within the ‘following.’ For a lack of better words, Eliza beat the s**t out of him on various occasions to get him to quit the following. Eliza felt like the following was becoming soft. That, they had lost their vision. On a heist to gain material for a new invention, Eliza betrayed Future, but what Eliza didn’t know... was Morgan was watching from a body cam. He watched the girl he had fallen for be murder. But things went further south on that job, Eliza ended up losing a hand in a blood not even moments later, she ended up in a chemical fire that caused what he later found out was a trigger event. She became capable of regenerating from what seemed to be anything, but… she had super strength and apparently couldn’t feel pain.
It wasn’t long before the following fell apart, but Eliza was still out there. She visited him, trying to convince to become her underling. That she needed a smart kid to help her out. Morgan, being naive, told Eliza he saw her murder Future. She was going to kill him, she would have killed. If it hadn’t been Future’s device, he wouldn’t have got out. She thought of his protection and had given him a distress band in case someone tried to get to her through him. The device knocked her out, but it gave enough time for the PRT to take her in.
The news was calling Future’s creation a cult that led to her inevitable death. It took a lot of time on the couch of a shrink, but he finally accepted and volunteered to testify against Eliza to put Future’s murder behind bars.
Five years later, Morgan Cruise’s life had gotten back in order. Things were looking up. He had landed an intern position at one of most technological advanced companies in the world. They weren’t anywhere close to some tinkers out there, but hell they were good. He had a front row seat to the technological advancements of humankind and he was just soaking it all up. The mere thought of it made him feel… free. That’s all he desired. When he was with Future, that how it made him. The funny thing about, his time with Future actually helped him land the internship.
However, what had his brain occupied now was Eliza. The trial for her case had finally reached the courts. He stared her down and testified against her. Morgan saw the hatred in her eyes, whatever rage she had for him before. It had amplified intensely. If looks could kill, the look in her eyes could kill thousands. He hoped what had happened would get put away for good, but no one could be sure.
The results of the trial were supposed to be released any moment, he had received a text from the lawyers saying the verdict had been reached. Morgan pushed aside various projects on his workbench and looked to the news on his computer monitor. Words flashed on the screen saying she was innocent before it zoomed in on her face as she spoke to the camera. ‘I’ve been locked away for too long on the delusion I was dangerous and responsible for the murder of a cult leader that had her followers eating out of her bosom. For that mere reason alone, I’m glad I’ve finally escaped that nightmare and hope her remaining followers come to terms with their mistakes.’
Morgan could feel his insides die. She was free and there was no doubt about she was going to come after him, she was going to kill him. His breath shuddered at the mere thought of it, he was so confused. He had no idea what to do. Morgan’s hand slammed against the metal frame on his desk before swiping the computer off in anger. Sure… Future had started a cult, but it was to change the world for the better. And now Eliza had to go and tarnish her memory. Her dream. Morgan saw the hatred in her eyes in the courtroom. She fully intended to rip him limb from limb until there was nothing left. He was living on borrowed time and he had no idea how he was going to save himself...
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