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 Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 4:09 am
RPC Name: Karasu Morrigan
Power Category Distribution: Thinker [6]
Trigger Event: It was another late night for the young girl sitting in her father's condo. Her parent would still be at work until a few more hours had passed. The child took a break in her frustrated mood as she eyed a wedding picture of the two parents. He was an English businessman, one of the nameless drones of the company he was employed under, and she, a Japanese refugee who had managed to become a waitress at a bar he frequented during the acquisition of a contract in New York. Luckily, negotiations were long and harsh, causing her father to continue to see his mother until they began a relationship. It was stereotypical but it was just the way they had met. It had been hard on the family ever since her passing. She had been coming from a friend's house late at night and had an accident with a drunk driver. It was instant and painless, she had over heard the doctors say. While it had been several months since, it still affected the family today. As if it was not enough, Kara had buried her life into her AP classes at school to push back the feelings of grief. They were fun and interesting, finding calculations and such a thrill to figure out, but it was near the end of the school year and they were cumulative. The child was already on the thin line of being put back into normal classes, and with her father's expectations for her growing it was safe to say that she was more than "a little stressed out." Once more, she turned to face the class papers she had been working on for weeks that would be due in the coming days. It was hard to say if they would be enough, but there was little she could do but see.
A few more circles got filled in as the multiple choice portion of the study sheet was filled out. Kara checked the clock on the stove. 10:30. She had been sitting here since 3 with these thing and was already tired of it. It was good enough to her, she had other things to do like stay up longer than she was supposed to until her father came home. She slipped the paper into her notebook and began her search through the fridge for her late dinner. Some microwave dinner would have to do for now. Too late to eat anything else otherwise. Kara threw a chicken wing dinner into the microwave and turned on the television while she waited for the timer to ring off. A sudden unlocking of the front door caused her to shoot up. Her father wasn't supposed to come home until 12 or so at the latest! Was this some kind of intruder or something? She watched as the door swung open to reveal a familiar shape.
It was her father on his usual work garb, his hazel eyes glancing towards his sole daughter. A splitting image of the very woman he had lost. They greeted one another as Kara hugged him and questioned about how his day went and all. The familiar pat of her head and commenting on how big she's gotten. It was burned into her memory since she could even walk. Kara returned to the couch and sat down with her father following suit. He pulled her close and began to talk about how she looked more and more like her mother with each day that passed. It was an odd thing to say to start a serious conversation but she understood him trying to get things started. She could see it in his eyes, that weird way parents look at you when they want to let you know that you messed up somewhere. After a stroke of her hair or so, they began to talk about school and things. He understood his daughter's plight of balancing her hectic school life with other things but she somehow felt that it was hard for him to connect. It lasted for around twenty minutes or so until they finished up on the discussion of her mother. It had been a while since they discussed it and it still hurt like hell. Kara eventually shifted the topic away from her mother and went to retrieve and reheat her food. They spent an hour or so watching the news and down dinner, her father having a microwave dinner of his own. When they finished, Kara took herself to bed.
A quick brush of the teeth, washing her face and wishing her father goodnight. She completed her ritual and went into her small but cozy bed while looking at a picture frame of the three of them, plus one who would forever be waiting to be brought into this world, never to come. Left to her own thoughts as she waited to drift asleep, the child found herself haunted by thoughts of her work failing to meet the standards of her classes. She aspired to become successful like her parents and getting the boot out of the AP classes was, to her, a death sentence. Her mind soon became divided while she wished that her mother was still present so she could give her some advice. Her father and her did talk but ever since the accident, he had always been so distant. She was certain he still loved her...right? It was hard to say, really. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, Kara had managed to get asleep for a peaceful slumber, or so she had hoped.
She suddenly came to surrounded by darkness. While there was no discernible floor beneath her, she still felt solid ground as if it were a sidewalk or a road of sorts. Kara began to walk down it without even so much as ordering her body to. She was on autopilot as her mind went along with things. A few seconds had passed before a feeling of vertigo hit her. A sensation that felt like she was falling backwards despite standing up. When closed her eyes just go steady herself and opened them to find herself in a different situation. She was sitting in the passenger's seat of a vehicle and beside her, driving the car was a figure whose face was blurred. Kara sainted before she began to pick up on the smaller details of herself. For starters, she felt her knees bend while sitting more than she was used to. Her long hair was absent yet she felt a weight on the black of her head. What was that thing sitting on her nose...glasses?! She peered into the side view mirrors and was greeted by the face of her mother! There was not much time to dwell on it, as she heard a honk of a car and looked up just in time to see a car veeeing straight towards them. She winced, closing her eyes again as the feeling of vertigo returned and awaited the impact that never came. Instead, she opened her eyes to see herself back in her own body. She was before her entire AP class, clutching her paper. Her teacher appeared beside her and announced what she had dread the most. Not only had she been kicked out, but she was declared the worst student in the entire school. A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd as Kara froze and began to fight back tears. She blinked as was back in the car as her mother as the same report lay in her hands with giant red F for all to see. Another blink. She was in class again as the crowd's faces were a collage of smudges and unrecognizable blurs. The teacher was absent. Blink. In the car again but the teacher was driving. A pair of ominous looking hands made from darkness began to reach out from the windshield. Blink. The class's laughter slowly grew louder. Blink. More honking as the hands grabbed her by the throat. Blink. The class was absent but their voices were as loud as ever. Their replacements were nothing but a field of shapes and figures she partially recognized from her notes. The hands returned and took hold of her again as she squirmed to get away.
Kara closed her eyes but the scenarios continued to switch back and forth. Her head was pounding and pounding while she found it hard to breath. The stress from her scholarly life and loss of her mother seemed to have hit her at the same time. She felt every emotion suddenly combined into what might have been a breakdown. Kara was upset and longing for her mother's passing, but furious about the drunkard who had lived through the ordeal. A feeling of helplessness found its way in at both situations. She had done her best to stay in the class but might fail. With nobody as close to as she was with her mother, Kara felt alone in the world. During this episode, the hands continued to embrace her as they eventually lifted her into the air by her throat. The child did the only thing she could think of considering the circumstances. She screamed as loud as she could until the world went black. She began to kick against the forces grabbing onto her until her legs tired.
Kara sat up from her bed in a rush, covered in sweat. Her breathing was fast paced and there was a rush on adrenaline coursing through her system. There was somebody holding onto her as she looked up and soon found herself looking at her father with a good amount of damage done to him. Saying nothing, Kara embraced her father tightly and could only sulk. It was only a dream, but one of the absolute worst she had. He carried her towards the living room and onto the couch as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Had she done something wrong? Was this some sort of thing brought on by stress? Her head throbbed and she felt sore all over. Her father went to get some medicine for her numerous cuts and bruises. By the time he returned, Kara was back asleep in a peaceful slumber. He would remain by her side for the remainder of the night.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 10:33 am
illusorry Brute 7 Striker 5 Super Strength Tossing around 700lbs like it's nothing and being able lift a small car with maximum effort is nothing to sneeze at. Your muscles are stronger than they have any right to be, leaving strikes with your body something to be feared. In addition to this your enhanced muscle provide a small amount of pain resistance. Heavy Blows You are able to add a small shockwave of force to your strikes that can push other people back in and of themselves. When combined with your punches in particular the amount of force delivered is enough crack bone. asbloodrunscold Apologies for getting this out so late. There's two things I need you to change. The first is that Japan no longer exists in this setting, and I might have missed it but I don't think you ever actually stated what the problem your character needed to solve was. Now I can interpret one from the trigger event but with tinker powers in particular that will have a large effect on what you get. Holy Rinaku (NPC) Trump 6 Master 4 Power Altering The ability to boost the strength of other people's powers to a level which effectively raises their danger rating by 2. Questions regarding what exactly such a thing does for a given power should be directed to Naomi Tenkou. Plant Enhancement You are able to make plants grow at a very rapid rate and control the direction of their growth but otherwise are unable to control them. After you stop effecting them the plants will slowly revert back to normal. Your maximum range of influence is 30ft from your body. VerboseEllipses Trump 9 Power Bonding By spending time around other parahumans that consider you to be a friend you can eventually learn to duplicate their powers so long as you are with them. If you become separated by more than 300 ft you will no longer have access to a copy of their power. Over time your bond will weaken and you will have to establish it once more. The amount of posts it takes to form a bond is equal to the rating of the power in question. It takes only half as long to lose the bond. GorthaurVonCarstein Shaker 9 Pyrokinesis You have the ability to create and guide the spread of fire within five feet of your body. In addition to this you are fireproof yourself and thus can not be burned. These flames can burn atop any surface but still bear the same weaknesses as normal fire. You may not ignite other people. Things burned by your flames will catch fire rapidly and soon the flames will spread if not carefully controlled.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 11:39 am
GorthaurVonCarstein Shaker 9 Pyrokinesis You have the ability to create fire within 5 ft of your body and guide the spread of fire within 30ft of your body. In addition to this you are fireproof yourself and thus can not be burned. These flames can burn atop any surface but still bear the same weaknesses as normal fire. You may not ignite other people. Things burned by your flames will catch fire rapidly and soon the flames will spread if not carefully controlled.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 11:44 am
RPC Name: Karasu Morrigan
Power Category Distribution: Thinker [6]
Trigger Event: It was another late night for the young girl sitting in her father's condo. Her parent would still be at work until a few more hours had passed. The child took a break in her frustrated mood as she eyed a wedding picture of the two parents. He was an English businessman, one of the nameless drones of the company he was employed under, and she, a Japanese refugee who had managed to become a waitress at a bar he frequented during the acquisition of a contract in New York. Luckily, negotiations were long and harsh, causing her father to continue to see his mother until they began a relationship. It was stereotypical but it was just the way they had met. It had been hard on the family ever since her passing. She had been coming from a friend's house late at night and had an accident with a drunk driver. It was instant and painless, she had over heard the doctors say. While it had been several months since, it still affected the family today. As if it was not enough, Kara had buried her life into her AP classes at school to push back the feelings of grief. They were fun and interesting, finding calculations and such a thrill to figure out, but it was near the end of the school year and they were cumulative. The child was already on the thin line of being put back into normal classes, and with her father's expectations for her growing it was safe to say that she was more than "a little stressed out." Once more, she turned to face the class papers she had been working on for weeks that would be due in the coming days. It was hard to say if they would be enough, but there was little she could do but see.
A few more circles got filled in as the multiple choice portion of the study sheet was filled out. Kara checked the clock on the stove. 10:30. She had been sitting here since 3 with these thing and was already tired of it. It was good enough to her, she had other things to do like stay up longer than she was supposed to until her father came home. She slipped the paper into her notebook and began her search through the fridge for her late dinner. Some microwave dinner would have to do for now. Too late to eat anything else otherwise. Kara threw a chicken wing dinner into the microwave and turned on the television while she waited for the timer to ring off. A sudden unlocking of the front door caused her to shoot up. Her father wasn't supposed to come home until 12 or so at the latest! Was this some kind of intruder or something? She watched as the door swung open to reveal a familiar shape.
It was her father on his usual work garb, his hazel eyes glancing towards his sole daughter. A splitting image of the very woman he had lost. They greeted one another as Kara hugged him and questioned about how his day went and all. The familiar pat of her head and commenting on how big she's gotten. It was burned into her memory since she could even walk. Kara returned to the couch and sat down with her father following suit. He pulled her close and began to talk about how she looked more and more like her mother with each day that passed. It was an odd thing to say to start a serious conversation but she understood him trying to get things started. She could see it in his eyes, that weird way parents look at you when they want to let you know that you messed up somewhere. After a stroke of her hair or so, they began to talk about school and things. He understood his daughter's plight of balancing her hectic school life with other things but she somehow felt that it was hard for him to connect. It lasted for around twenty minutes or so until they finished up on the discussion of her mother. It had been a while since they discussed it and it still hurt like hell. Kara eventually shifted the topic away from her mother and went to retrieve and reheat her food. They spent an hour or so watching the news and down dinner, her father having a microwave dinner of his own. When they finished, Kara took herself to bed.
A quick brush of the teeth, washing her face and wishing her father goodnight. She completed her ritual and went into her small but cozy bed while looking at a picture frame of the three of them, plus one who would forever be waiting to be brought into this world, never to come. Left to her own thoughts as she waited to drift asleep, the child found herself haunted by thoughts of her work failing to meet the standards of her classes. She aspired to become successful like her parents and getting the boot out of the AP classes was, to her, a death sentence. Her mind soon became divided while she wished that her mother was still present so she could give her some advice. Her father and her did talk but ever since the accident, he had always been so distant. She was certain he still loved her...right? It was hard to say, really. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, Kara had managed to get asleep for a peaceful slumber, or so she had hoped.
She suddenly came to surrounded by darkness. While there was no discernible floor beneath her, she still felt solid ground as if it were a sidewalk or a road of sorts. Kara began to walk down it without even so much as ordering her body to. She was on autopilot as her mind went along with things. A few seconds had passed before a feeling of vertigo hit her. A sensation that felt like she was falling backwards despite standing up. When closed her eyes just go steady herself and opened them to find herself in a different situation. She was sitting in the passenger's seat of a vehicle and beside her, driving the car was a figure whose face was blurred. Kara sainted before she began to pick up on the smaller details of herself. For starters, she felt her knees bend while sitting more than she was used to. Her long hair was absent yet she felt a weight on the black of her head. What was that thing sitting on her nose...glasses?! She peered into the side view mirrors and was greeted by the face of her mother! There was not much time to dwell on it, as she heard a honk of a car and looked up just in time to see a car veeeing straight towards them. She winced, closing her eyes again as the feeling of vertigo returned and awaited the impact that never came. Instead, she opened her eyes to see herself back in her own body. She was before her entire AP class, clutching her paper. Her teacher appeared beside her and announced what she had dread the most. Not only had she been kicked out, but she was declared the worst student in the entire school. A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd as Kara froze and began to fight back tears. She blinked as was back in the car as her mother as the same report lay in her hands with giant red F for all to see. Another blink. She was in class again as the crowd's faces were a collage of smudges and unrecognizable blurs. The teacher was absent. Blink. In the car again but the teacher was driving. A pair of ominous looking hands made from darkness began to reach out from the windshield. Blink. The class's laughter slowly grew louder. Blink. More honking as the hands grabbed her by the throat. Blink. The class was absent but their voices were as loud as ever. Their replacements were nothing but a field of shapes and figures she partially recognized from her notes. The hands returned and took hold of her again as she squirmed to get away.
Kara closed her eyes but the scenarios continued to switch back and forth. Her head was pounding and pounding while she found it hard to breath. The stress from her scholarly life and loss of her mother seemed to have hit her at the same time. She felt every emotion suddenly combined into what might have been a breakdown. Kara was upset and longing for her mother's passing, but furious about the drunkard who had lived through the ordeal. A feeling of helplessness found its way in at both situations. She had done her best to stay in the class but might fail. With nobody as close to as she was with her mother, Kara felt alone in the world. During this episode, the hands continued to embrace her as they eventually lifted her into the air by her throat. The child did the only thing she could think of considering the circumstances. She screamed as loud as she could until the world went black. She began to kick against the forces grabbing onto her until her legs tired.
Kara sat up from her bed in a rush, covered in sweat. Her breathing was fast paced and there was a rush on adrenaline coursing through her system. There was somebody holding onto her as she looked up and soon found herself looking at her father with a good amount of damage done to him. Saying nothing, Kara embraced her father tightly and could only sulk. It was only a dream, but one of the absolute worst she had. He carried her towards the living room and onto the couch as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Had she done something wrong? Was this some sort of thing brought on by stress? Her head throbbed and she felt sore all over. Her father went to get some medicine for her numerous cuts and bruises. By the time he returned, Kara was back asleep in a peaceful slumber. He would remain by her side for the remainder of the night.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 12:18 pm
RPC Name: Shan Suiyin Yu Power Category Distribution: Tinker 6 Trigger Event: She could only yell as she pushed everything from her desks, began to break everything in sight. Vases smashed in pieces, her laptop top in half, folders & various papers thrown upon the floor, and various trinkets & toys left in a state of absolute ruination. She slammed her hand into the old wooden desk over & over again until she could no longer take the pain in her hand. She could practically feel her knuckles breaking from the abuse, the blood being quite obvious. The room had been beautiful before today, but now? It was in the same state as Shan's mind. Left in nothing but disarray, devoid of its unity. The room was a violent mess, the noise bringing her husband running to her. He stared at his wife as she collapsed into her chain, clutching at her own head frustration. He moved to her so quickly moving her hands, wrapping her in his arms to calm her down. When it seemed as though she had finally managed to settle he let her go.
Shan looked her husband in the eye, the look in his face saying everything. There was not a word exchanged between them in that moment, but it was louder than anything. She was biting her lips so hard that they began to bleed, eventually her eyes would fall downward before her would gently place a hand on her chin, shaking his own head as if to tell her to try & keeps her high. How could she? She all the things she was capable of there was no thought that came to her head on how they might fix it. Shan was a smart woman right? For all the things she could do no matter what she tried here she failed. This problem had been plaguing them for years. Shan swore she would fix it, Shan promised she would figure it out. However it was all a lie, all a fabrication because no matter how smart Shan thought herself to be she could not fix the world, she could not change fate, she could not just....she couldn't fix this situation. She shouldered the burden of her entire family, her friends, the children she cared for the most. They all looked to her, but as they sat in silence she knew it to be true, she had failed all of them. Tears filled her eyes though she tried to hold them back. She cursed herself, she cursed everything. This was all her fault.
Shan was a woman who tried to do everything. She normally had no trouble with it, if someone was hurt she knew how to get them the care they needed. If someone was sick she knew the remedy. If something was broken she was the first to fix it. If anything needed a solution then Shan was the one person everyone came to. It was why she made the home. She wanted to give a proper chance to those who never had one, kids without family. It was a happy home for them. She sacrificed everything to make sure the little ones had a chance at life. She even took in children from other regions if it meant that perhaps they could smile. She even helped others at the home, giving the homeless a home, a job, a chance to succeed. She was trying to make China a happier place, make the world a happier place. There was nothing she would not do to help them. Their smiles were the most important to her. However, her own family proved to be an obstacle & Shan was the only person they could turn to. Her heart kept her from saying no, from turning away her only family & friends. She took every burden onto herself. Shan swore never to give up on anyone, her free heart & mind was open to anyone. She had the mind to help anyone no matter what, but it was was all for nothing right? She as not supposed to succeed she was always meant to fall.
Shan's whole body shook each time the clock would tick. She let her purple eyes wandered the room. More than her husbands face, more than that was the face of the kids. As every second began to blend together she continued to try & think of something. Her mind was racing so violently to find a solution. She cared nothing about saving herself, she just...she had to save them above all thing, but she had no time. She had all these days, all these months, all these years to help them but her mind never clicked. She could do nothing but curl a bit, digging her nails into her skin and dragging them along. Her husband took hold again to prevent her from hurting herself. The kids moved over too placing their hands upon her as if to try & ease her mind. They didn't get it, they were too young to understand just how much of a failure she was, just how much her inability would hurt them. She wished she could go back in time, fix it, try again..she wanted to try again but this was it. This was where it would all end. She couldn't do it anymore.
Finally the silence was broken as the doors opened & the men stepped in. Shan's eyes widened, she was still shaking. They knew however, she did not have what they wanted. It was no more than a single sigh before one man motioned with his head, more men entered the room. Time had run out now. Chaos erupted as the kids were grabbed & taken away. A violent wave of noise hit her as kids began to cry. Other caretakers being dragged way to other areas of what was once a happy home. She reached for little hands, but there was nothing she could do to keep them in grips, especially as she felt a powerful hand slam so hardly into the side of her head.
("We told you this was your last chance. She told us you wouldn't be able to do it, but we gave you the chance. You do good work, but we take what is owed." ) the man told her, standing above her a bat in hand. Shan was much too devastated to give any words in return as the screams filled the room. She was simply yanked up to her feet & dragged off to the front of the mansion where she was the first to be forced on her knees. She offered struggle but another hard hit silenced that very quick. The kids were lined up, held in place though others tried to escape. The only solace Shan knew is that they would not kill the children, but for their future fates if they were not able to escape? Perhaps it might have been better if they did. They continued to keep the children in place as the caretakers were lined up. They were all afraid, but many of them were trying to calm the children.
Shan herself could not bear to let her eyes meet anyone. The guilt of her inability to present this was heavy. Even now she could find no solution to the problem, she was a blank slate. Why? Why had her mind failed her so heavily all this time? Why did others have to suffer for her mistakes? She was biting her lip, letting the blood flow more. Her heart was pounding, threatening to rip itself from her chest.
All was silent again...
Moment later smoke filled the air as someplace else her beloved refuge was set ablaze. Her eyes widened but no cry came from her. The man came out, still holding his bat. He shook his head ("Its such a shame is it not? China was really lucky to have such a place." ) he mocked her. He looked around at all the caretakers. If was clear what his intentions were, it is clear what he was planning...or at least she thought. He turned away from them beckoning someone to bring something. All was still quiet as the fire grew by the moment before a woman stepped in. Shan heart dropped s the face she came to recognize was that of her sisters. Their eyes only met for a moment before her sister hid her eyes away from her. Shan felt nothing but fury & hurt, but it wasn't the end of it not by a long shot. They still had to make an example....but it appeared as though her sister was the one who was going to do it.
Her husband was chosen. Pulled to his feet he was moved to the center where all eyes were on him. He gave no look of fear, just trying to tell the kids & the others that they would be alright. The man raised the bat, swinging in a wide, hard arc but it was not for her. The sound of a very harsh bang drew her eyes to her husband as he hit the floor. She looked up, beginning them please not to do it, breaking her own silence, but the words of a failure would sway no one. She was forced to watch as her inability to get what they asked delivered its consequences. The last words her husband ever spoke to her ("I̵͔͍̰͖̝̻͙̗̤͇̎͗̓̍̽̋́̐t̷̨̛̯̠̹̽̓̅́̊̕͝͝'̶̞̼̦̱̹͍̤̘̞̈́̆̈́̒͊͌͗̊͐s̵̬̪̹̹̣͇̗̼͍̊͐͑̽̎͑̏̚̚͜ ̸̧̨̛̛̯͔̦͖͈͉̳͂͋̎͒̒̑̉̓̋͜n̴͖͌̐̎̑̈́͑̚ó̸͕̒̋̆͝ͅţ̴͖͍͉͉̳̻̠̿̈́͆̃͑͂̒̄͊͋ͅ ̸̙͔̟̘̬̱̤̞̏̀y̵̹̱̓̇o̷̺̖̎͊̍̿̐̉͝͝ũ̵̧̯̻̮͇̜͙̙͓͔̿́ͅr̶͓̩̻̥̳͑͋͠ ̵̢͉̄́͂͊f̷̨̦͙̖̥̎̀͜a̷̺̮͔̰͌̔̾̀̕u̴̗̲̠̱̫̫͔͒̒l̸͖̫̙͌̐̔̇̕ţ̵̡̝̮̘̱̘̩͕̈́.̶̫͎̼͌̾̃̓̈͝͝."......."Its ALL your fault!" ) as the bat was given to
to her sister. Time slowed then, but well....the consequences were quite obvious. Once they were done they began to leave after giving everyone else a bit of a beating. Shan took it, dealt with the pain. No more joy for them out of this event, they had managed to crush her. What was a little physical pain compared to the despair. She'd taken a million punches if it perhaps meant that she could have a chance to fix it all. They grew bored & tired, but the guy had one last little game to play with her. One last little rest, as if to mock her for her inability to fix anything. Setting up a lap top, he placed a timer upon it. She was unsure of its purpose at first, but through the screaming in her head she knew t was the last chance she was being given to save the children. One final chance to fix it. ("One last chance Yu. I'm a fair man. You do this & I will return these kids to you. If not, you will never get them back. They'll spend the rest of their lives wishing we had killed them instead. They'll blame you for it. I've had faith in you this entire time, be a shame for such a noble woman to be the fault for all of these poor kids being sold off." ) You But she didn't think she could. It had so little time for her to figure out what they wanted...
The man let out a sigh & stood up before he began to move away with the others "Goodbye Yu." he moved away speaking to her in a language no one used much anymore She hated how calm her way, because he mind was screaming. It was not screaming an answer, but pain, anguish, sorrow....it was screaming at her. It all came down to this....
10:00.....
A few of the kids were left, but Shan was broken-hearted at this point. Everyone worked to recover but she just laid there, staring at the sky. If only she had found a solution. She had years & nothing. She was a failure of the highest order, nothing could ever make up for it....she looked at the digital counter, her eyes narrowed as she stared at it. She made no move, for she wasn't sure if there was any chance of her figuring it out. A code? A riddle? Even something as simple as a call...what made them think she had anything in her?
There was a white box on the screen. She was supposed to type into it. But she couldn't touch the keys.
8:12....
As she sat there closing her eyes, working through any pain her body felt she simply let everything drift away. Perhaps everything would be better if she has just tried harder. Perhaps life would be better if she said not. Perhaps all these people would not have been hurt if she wasn't her. Not Shan. Anyone but Shan....
Every attempt to shut her eyes was met with the loud beeping of the counter. She let out a growl, she saw no reason to try. She could do nothing. Right? She was just a useless useless person. She deserved punishment for it. She needed to be punished & this was it.
6:30....
She let out a small groan as she looked about. Fire was raging, people were screaming, taking people who they could. Some people were even speaking to her. She could only weakly move a hand to move the blood from her mouth. She looked up & closed her eyes. No thoughts, only a void left in that moment. So many options to take & she could touch none of them, perhaps she wasn't made for this.
3:00....
Shan turned onto her back, covering her eyes. The sun was long gone, no shines for her. What could she do but beg. Yell at herself. Curse at her own nature. Every moment counted, but those moments were going to be wasted on her. Those moments were going to be spent within her own despair. One last chance. One lost moment. If she lived she would regret it for the rest of her life. It was what fate had in store for her. What a wonderful boon it would be to just go to sleep. Never wake up. Anything. If there was anything she might have grasped for it. If only.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 1:01 pm
RPC Name: Jake Price
Power Category Distribution: Blaster 5, thinker 1.
Trigger Event:
The gang Jake worked for, unfortunately, wasn’t in the cocaine business, and his stash was running dangerously low. He could’ve sworn there was more before he’d left for work, but he must’ve been wrong. He’d have to go out and buy more tonight, couldn’t risk running out, the withdrawals were killer.
His usual suppliers had been chased outta town by a new group, he didn’t trust these guys, but they were all he had. He knew where their supply house was, and had heard that they were doing business outta it. He packed his gun, and headed out into the night. It was a little past midnight, Katey would be asleep by now, so she wouldn’t be asking questions the next morning.
After maybe 30 minutes of walking, he finally arrived at his destination. The front door of the warehouse was open, was it an invite to come in? He heard people inside, and music. Eh, best to just go in and find out, people were hesitant to shoot their guns at night; lest they draw the attention of a patrolling cape.
Jake kept his gun close, and walked in the front door. There were maybe 10 guys he could see, once one saw him, they all turned. They stared for a few seconds, and began moving toward him aggressively.
“Oh, I’m sorry, ain’t y’all the new drug dealers in town? I’ve got enough for what, 12 grams on me?”
The guy seemingly in charge spoke up
“You packing?”
“Me? A gun? Nah, not really my style.”
This guy looks familiar Jake thought, not good.
“Then you ain’t gonna mind if we search ya? Gotta protect the products ya know”
“Heh, well, ya know, maybe I’ll just take my business elsewhere.”
Jake turned to leave, and heard the sound of boots sprinting for him. In a swift motion, he turned and pulled the gun in his jacket. The guy running at him stopped dead in his tracks, Jake eyed the room. Nobody was moving, some had reached for guns, but nobody had pulled except him.
“I’m leavin’ now, you’d be best if ya let me, ya hear?”
The boss smiled “You’re ain’t goin’ nowhere”
“Yeah, and who’s gonna st-”
There was a heavy crack, and Jake fell to the floor. A goon with a baseball bat had got behind him. Jake forgot one of the most important rules of entering a room. Check your corners.
He woke up naked, handcuffed to a radiator. A man was sitting in a chair across the room from him.
“Rise’n shine, princess.” the grizzled voice pulled him from his groggy state
“Wh- What happened, where am I”
“Well Jake, you’re in a not so good place”
Jake was acutely aware that he hadn’t had his dose of coke in a long, long, long time.
“You still with me you son’a b***h?”
“I’m afraid I am. You take my wallet? That how you know my name?”
“I’ll be asking the questions here.”
Jake pulled against his cuffs “Guess I’m in no position to argue huh?”
“That’s right.”
After some questioning, it was becoming clear that they knew his history with underground crime organizations. Apparently Jake had killed this guy’s brother and he wasn’t happy about it. Jake couldn’t answer the specific questions, couldn’t name the brother, couldn’t remember the night it happened. Every time a question went unanswered, his interrogator got angrier and angrier. Jake zoned out, his headache growing too much to deal with. The interrogator, in a bight of frustration, stood up and left the room. What he said only registered to Jake after he was gone. Something about revenge for his siblings. His headache grew from a dull roar, to all-encompassing. He blacked out soonafter.
The screaming and yelling pulled him back to consciousness. Katey was there, pulling away from the three or four men. Jake couldn’t focus, how old was she now? Eight? Nine? The men began ripping what was left of her clothes off. They did heinous things. A few times jake went unconscious, but alas, they would stop what they were doing to wake him up, make him watch. When they had all had their turn, they pulled a bag over her head. Jake closed his eyes.
He woke up on his knees as suddenly everything was bright, too bright. He was in the sun, spectacular as it was, he was blinded and it wasn’t helping his head. He noticed he was bound and gagged. His hands tied behind his back in a somewhat loose knot. He looked to his left, then right. Katey was there with him, in the same situation, bound and gagged. There were bruises covering her face and arms. Jake dropped his head and a man behind him pulled it back by his hair. The interrogator goon pulled a gun from his belt and pointed the barrel at Katey. Jake started to yell, kick, scream. As if in reaction, the goon squeezed the trigger.
“You did this to yourself, ain’t nobody to blame but you”
Jake’s screams stopped, his thrashing about has loosened the knot enough he could slip them. The goon stepped up to him, and placed the barrel against Jake’s forehead. It was his gun, Katey was shot by the gun Jake had brought. With his free hand, the goon pulled Jake’s gag. Jake didn’t say anything, just stared into the goon’s eyes.
“Ain’t you gonna beg? Plead for your pathetic f*cking life?”
“You’re gonna kill me with my own gun?”
“Pretty f*cking ironic huh?”
“I’m gonna kill you with that gun you know?”
The goon laughed, and looked around at his buddies. There were four of them.
As soon as the guy looked away, Jake slipped from the not.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 1:22 pm
Mogaar 10 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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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 2:42 pm
RPC Name: (Titus Silverhand)
Power Category Distribution: (shaker 6)
Trigger Event: ( "So Titus, is there anything you would like to tell me?" my father asked with an air of knowing about his words. My father is an extremely successful millionaire owning over 20 different active coal mines. He expected absolute perfection out me and excepted nothing short of it. with my mother being out of the picture -- not dead but institutionalized by my father on false accusations -- there was no one to keep his rage in check. Today was the first day of summer break, I had just graduated 11th grade and -- like every summer since my mom was sent away -- my father sent me to the coal mines to work. Today was also the day our report cards came home. I did decently well in my classes, A+ in every course except composition, i got a B. But a B wasnt perfect so now i faced my fathers wrath. He stands at 6'6" and although not ripped he was still an impressive specimen. I wasn't no slouch either, standing 6'4" with 247 pounds of muscle to boot. Still, i stood no chance against him. Upon reading the report he came charging through the mine like a bull, i swear i saw smoke billowing from his ears, with a pick ax in hand. As he raised the pick to strike me a sudden thud was heard further down the tunnel which meant only one thing. Cave in. the ground began to shake as the lights went dark as the earth began to break and swallow my father and I. Rage, not fear but rage engulfed me. I was about to die and all I have accomplished with my life was being a b***h. Never once did i do what i wanted it was always my fathers way. As the earth settled found my helmet and turned the light on. what i saw was my father pinned from the waste down by a giant rock, good. I felt something strange inside me, joy. blood poured from the side of his mouth as gasped for air and begged for me to help him. the very pick ax he, moments earlier, prepared to strike me with now laid at my feat. i picked it up and held for a moment. i stared down at my father ax in hand, "Do it." a voice whispered in the back of my head. "Do it. He deserves it." it continued "for what he did to you, for what he did to your mother." I stood there for what felt like an eternity just staring down at him. for once in my life i felt like i had the power. THUMP. huh, i would thought it would have made more of a bang sound. i let go of the pick with it still embed in his head and sat back against the wall. There i waited for an hour before the light in my helmet shut off. alone in the dark, i felt...calm. )
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2017 3:29 pm
Neryem Thinker 10 Super Charged Neural Network So long as you think about things in terms of tangents the processing speed of your brain is vastly increased. Your reflexes will become superhuman, and your reaction delay will be near 0. The speed at which you can process information will also be vastly increased. Crowd Sourcing Being around parahumans makes you multiplicatively smarter. The more of them there are in a 60 ft area, the smarter you get. The benefits of this power maxes out at 10 parahumans. asbloodrunscold Tinker 12 Mad Tinker Miniaturization, Clockwork, and Multi-use are your three fields of specialty, and you may dip into pretty much any field to make an invention that is either mainly about one or more of those fields work. However there is a catch to this genius. Any invention that is not clockwork in nature (ie functions primarily via gears, and wind up or steam power) has a 10% chance of critically failing each time it is used. The consequences of which largely depends on what exactly was involved for the invention though in general larger inventions will have more dire failures. For each use of a non clockwork invention roll 1D10, if you roll a 1 the invention catastrophically fails. Morrislmao Blaster 8 Thinker 1 (as requested, no bonus to the thinker power) Accurate Shots You have the ability to create bullets for your gun of choice out of thin air and once fired, exert a measure of control over their accuracy. What this means is that your shots will be able deviate from their original trajectory to attempt a course correct towards your desired target. This does not mean that they can make rapid changes. It's more effective over longer distances as it provides more time for the bullet to alter course. Gun Info Your power will inform you of what type of ammo the gun you're using uses and allow you to know how to maintain the weapon. Techo11 Unfortunately your trigger as written wouldn't actually cause you to gain any powers. As well in our setting something like a coal mining empire is rather odd to say the least. Much of the world has moved on to renewable energy and other cleaner sources of fuel. Please contact Mogaar or hop onto the discord server for help with making a trigger event.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 7:49 am
RPC Name: (Titus Silverhand)
Power Category Distribution: (breaker 6)
Trigger Event: (
Darkness. As Titus slowly stirred to consciousness the first thing he noticed was complete and absolute darkness. The air was cool and damp around him. His arms bound behind his back to some sort of chair. He could feel the rope digging into his wrists and ankles. His head felt...fuzzy. Fear flooded into him as a single question controlled his mind. Where the ******** am I?
Last thing Titus remembered was going to a college party with some of his friends. Titus was currently a junior in high school but was already the captain of the football team and the most popular kid in school. He stands 6’4” and weighs 247 lbs of muscle, and as such he never really was worried about shady people. It was the best night of his life, he had just led the football team to the championship game and scored the winning touchdown with 3 seconds to spare and that alone was reason enough to party. Titus and his friends went to the local college to celebrate this triumphant occasion. It was fun, drinking and dancing and debauchery filled his night. Then nothing. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to blackout while drinking; in fact, Titus was rather accustomed to this tradition. This was different.
The cold metal of the chair sent shivers down Titus back. His mind struggled to form coherent thoughts but failed. “AGHHHH” Titus tried to scream; desperately hoping someone will hear him and wake him from this nightmare. The scream was muffled by the gag. After what felt like an eternity of pulling and fighting against his restraints the terror that gripped his heart slowly turned to hopelessness. His wrists and ankles now chafed and bleeding.
CREAK. The sound of a door opening somewhere in front of Titus. The blindfold kept him from seeing who or what just entered the room. Heavy footsteps approached Titus at a gingerly pace. Hopelessness turned to rage.
This mother ******** is walking like he has nothing better to do! I’ll ******** kill him! Again Titus pulled against the metal chair, veins bulging, and blood rushing to his head. ZZZZ. Electricity shot through Titus body causing him to pull his wrists and ankles even deeper into the rope. His muscles tensed and his back arched.
Finally the current ended. Titus slouched back into the chair feeling defeated. The cold p***k of a needle in his arm, a hot liquid poured from the needle to his veins. Titus tried to resist but to no avail. Soon he lacked the strength to even lift his head letting fall to one side. THUMP. The door closed. Titus hadn’t heard the man leave, but then again Titus wasn’t in the best state of mind.
Noises filled the room. No they filled his head. His heart rate was rapidly approaching 200 and not slowing down any time soon. Laughing deranged laughing and growling. It just the drugs Titus tried to convince himself. Whispers just out of ear shot, a crying baby somewhere in the distance, the drugs had taken control of his auditory receptors in his brain and ran rampant with them. Make them stop, dear god make them stop.
For three days Titus sat there in the dark cold room kept company by these deranged voices. The only interaction with his captor was when the drugs came. Every time Titus struggled to free himself electricity would course through his body. The drugs kept him from sleeping.
After the first day Titus was completely defeated. But he held on hope someone would come to save him, the cops or maybe even a cape, someone anyone. The voices taunted him. “No one’s coming to save you!” the voices said in a sing song voice over and over again for hours.
By the end of the second day Titus accepted no one was coming. All that existed in Titus’ new reality was darkness, pain, and the voices. Titus felt his sanity starting to slip.
By the end of third day Titus had lost it. Sleep deprivation, hunger and drugs – these three things dominated Titus. Titus longed for death. Cursing the world, cursing this man -- no this monster – who took everything from him, cursing the cops and capes who were powerless to save him. The voices started laughing again, and Titus joined them.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 6:30 pm
RPC Name: Solomon Radha
Power Category Distribution: Blaster (4) / Breaker (2)
Trigger Event:
The Thar Desert, India. The sounds of a truck could be heard in the distance, music playing in the radio, five males inside the Jeep, sitting quietly and observing the quiet sandy waves. The sun had gone down for a couple of hours now, a full moon giving the place blueish hue to everything, peaceful and beautiful, the vastness of the desert could humble most if not all that looked upon it, green dots here and showing that there was life in such a place, giving hope in the most arid of places. The buzz of the radio would interrupt the silent bubble that enveloped the squad. "We have info of a cape north of you, do you copy?" The driver would quickly pick up the responder to give a fast and decisive answer. "We copy." Putting down the radio he would look towards his men with a nod. They had been searching for this particular cape for a while now, he had gone into hiding in the desert of all places. The group knew very little of the violent cape at this point since none who confronted him had come back alive only large splatters were left as trails to him. The leader would quickly turn the wheel to the right and start making his way towards the destination. Giving a small nod towards all the ones that were going to follow him into the unknown. The group was still silent, there was nothing to talk about, they knew each other like the backs of their hand, brothers in peace and war, it was one of the perks of being in a small squad, knowing each other and how they worked, the comradery had come with time and many battles fought side by side, all brothers from a different mother at this point.
The sounds of the engine being the only thing that could be heard in the vast beautiful emptiness of the desert once again, the man didn't need to communicate tight now, they had their own ways of preparing themselves mentally, two of them would start praying to their gods, another one would put on headphones and hype himself up with music, the leader preferred the silence of the night, it brought him peace and peace meant he had a calm mind to make the right choices when the time came. And that time approached them with incredible power and speed. An explosion right in front of them, the leader turning the wheel with maximum force, the jeep quickly obeying the the movement but to no avail, the car was flipping from the sudden turn, the explosion also giving it momentum. It was like the world had gone into slow motion, glass shattering, sand entering through the windows, a chain of a cross hanging upside down from the neck of one of the soldiers, their eyes filled with surprise and fear. Everything coming to a halt as the top of the car hit the ground one last time, explosions could still be heard around them but everything was slowly fading to black one blink at a time.
The smell of gasoline and hot metal, the sound of a spinning tire breaking the silence, the explosions had ceased, was their enemy gone? Was he playing with his prey? At this point they were sitting ducks inside a metal box. Quickly unbuckling his seat belt and falling to on his face. Kicking the door open and crawling out into the cool sand, it was somewhat of a blessing, the cold sand on his hands. scavenging the front of the vehicle for his weapon and then heading to the back to check on his men, sadly finding that one of his men had not being wearing a seat belt, the body had been thrown around while the vehicle flipped, chances of survival was very slim, sadly he might have lost a brother. Reaching for the closest and unbuckling his seat belt and dragging the body into what seemed like a safe place behind the flipped vehicle. Once again quickly scouting the area to check to see if he could identify where the threat was, but nothing. Reaching to the second person and also unbuckling the belt and carrying the second soldier to the same place as the other one. The blue hue that the moon was emitting upon the sand was still giving a peaceful vibe but this situation had been far from peaceful, a patrol turned to hell. Checking to see if his team mated were breathing in which they were. Going back inside the vehicle to check on the third one but to no avail. The was no pulse. This was like a punch to his gut, it was like losing a brother, a sense of emptiness swelling inside. But he couldn't give up, stepping outside he knew that he had to get his two other men back to their homes. It was his responsibility after all.
As he stepped out of the vehicle he could he could hear something ripping through the air and then a loud 'BOOM' close to him, as sand and flames rose up from the ground near him. Body being pushed back inside the vehicle. Hazy was his vision, hearing three more explosions go off outside the vehicle. So the cape was just playing with his prey at this point. Stumbling out of the vehicle like a zombie. Not to his the other two men been blown up. Loss, anger, sadness... Many feelings were starting to overwhelm him. But why was it that this monster has stopped attacking. Falling to his knees were his fallen comrades had been and looking at the horizon to notice that the blue hue had changed into brown. A sand storm was approaching fast, could this have been the reason why the cape had left? Was this a sign from a God? All of this the male did not know all he needed now was to survive and never let this happen again. Entering the flipped vehicle to use it as shelter. He had still been dizzy from the hit he had taken earlier as he sat down his eyes quickly also closed. As time went by the sand filled the car, this was either be his coffin or his salvation. As morning came and the sun went up. He would wake from a deathly slumber to dig himself out of the sand coffin. As the air filled his lungs once again, his fabulous flowing hair was struck by a warm breeze, his eyes adjusting and witnessing the golden hue of the desert like it was the first time. It was like a new beginning and he was gonna make sure to not waste it.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 7:05 pm
RPC Name: Jacob Oliver
Power Category Distribution: Power Mod's Discretion
Trigger Event:
Jacob was born to a piece of s**t family that was maybe a little too obsessed with fame; his mother forced his four older sisters in to beauty pageants before they could even walk and his father was a cutthroat journalist who stepped all over anyone to get his way to the top. Jacob was never rich, but he was also never poor, and his family managed to somewhat responsibly blow just the right amount of money to keep them from starving. It was clear when Jacob was born however that his rise to fame wouldn't be as easy; parahumans were big now. Things weren't as simple as his parents remembered, and most of the attempts that had worked for his sisters didn't work for him. So his parents turned to the only thing they could think of, they would try to make their son a parahuman at any cost. They pulled in some favors and shipped Jacob off when he was still young, soon after the candles on his fifth birthday cake was blown out.
Jacob arrived on an remote island under the pretense of going to a new school to try to hone any talents he might have; but he was actually shipped off to a "parahuman creation specialist", or in other words a torture center. Jacob spent years and years here, undergoing any stressing situation that might be able to draw out a trigger; Jacob saw things no one should ever ever go through. Waterboarding, being horribly cut and slashed, electrotherapy, sleep and sensory deprivation, anything they could do to get him to crack. Years of this went on, and Jacob held strong. Looking back, he would often wonder how he kept sane. Eventually, when all efforts failed Jacob was sent back home to New York with a full refund for his parents for his "treatment". The island was so far away, it took jacob a full week and several plane rides to get home. Touching back on to solid ground in new york was the best thing he had felt in years; he was home. As instructed, he caught a ride back to his home, to meet up with his parents.
Upon arriving what used to be his home, he would find it empty. There was a note written on a cheap "My apologizies" card probably bought from a dollar store somewhere. The note was hastily written, and had dust covering it; it was clear his parents had cleared out even before he had left and didn't want to deal with whatever psychological mess he had become. Something inside of him broke, like a physical shatter that rendered his limbs unusable. His legs gave out below him and he fell to his knees, tears he couldn't cry burned his throat; he had hoped that his parents would still want him. But after all this time there was nothing they could do to make money off him, there was no way they could use him, and just like a toy they got bored of or a pet they didn't want anymore they threw him away. Whenever asked about his trigger, he would always make up something and tell people it was the countless years of torture but it was that very moment when he realized no matter what he became or what he did, no one would ever.. ever want him. He was just yet another pointless and useless life among a sea of several billion strong, and he could die alone and no one would care.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 9:16 am
RPC Name: Kyung Jae-min Park
Power Category Distribution: Thinker 6
Trigger Event:
Kyung woke up fifteen minutes early that Saturday that she described as the worst day of her life. That day she had been so giddy with excitement that before she was even awake her body had already jumpstarted. 8:45. That was the time when her eyes stalked open and she popped out of her bed like a spring pops free of a broken mattress. She was in the bathroom within minutes, dealing with the duties of the morning. She was mid shower when the alarm went off, and the beeping served to annoy the living hell out of her to the point where she walked out of the bathroom, naked, to turn it off, then back into the shower. Her mother was gone, as was normal, for work and that left the girl alone in the house for the large portion of the day. Didn't bother her that she was alone on her birthday, not to start it anyway. She was practically giddy to get on with what was supposed to be the best day of her life. Sixteen was an important year, after all. She made her way down the stairs of her more than modest abode, finding her favorite breakfast was waiting. Three breakfast burritos, homemade by their maid who had heard her come to life in such an animated way earlier on. She'd be somewhere else by now, on to doing her job of... maiding? Whatever. Kyung set to the task of devouring the meal set out in front of her.
While the day had begun well, things were going to turn very quickly. Kyung couldn't have known how long she had before the slippery slope upended itself. She was dressed within the next ten minutes, waiting outside of her home in the nicer parts of New Brockton, sitting on a white bench, offset by the perfectly cut green grass of her front lawn. She chewed a piece of gum, blowing bubbles to pass the time, twirling a finger in her middle length dark hair. Her grey eyes were protected from the harsh sun by dark sunglasses, gaudy and large, such was her style. Lavish. Her clothing was simple, black and white stripped romper, accessorized by a pink handbag and pink heels. Lithe legs waived in the wind, demeanor almost apathetic until a red car, some nice sedan she no longer remembered. In hindsight... that wasn't something that mattered. What did was the vision of the man that hopped out of his car, practically running across the lawn to where Kyung was now standing with her arms outstretched, her head dramatically hanging back. The larger, muscular man lifted her with ease, spinning her around and planting a kiss on her lips. "Happy birthday, No Jam," he said, teasing her with the Korean jab for a person who isn't fun while also bringing up her middle name, almost exactly the word for fun in Korean. She could only smile at that. "Thank you, Mark," she replied placing a kiss on his lips. Seeing the world through hindsight again, she wished she hadn't ignored how he seemed not to really be into the idea of kissing her. She shook off his apparent disinterest as mroe teasing, mostly because he held a smile on the chiseled features of his face, and all but carried her back to his car. The time was now noon, and the pair were bound for downtown where they could sit, have lunch, and just enjoy city life. "Where to, my lady?" he asked her as they turned into the busy city. She tapped her chin for a moment before deciding.
"I want a burger," she told him. He nodded, knowing just the place. It was minutes before they pulled into the parking lot of a diner where the pair had frequently been to eat when she snuck out before. The wonderful thing about having an older boyfriend was that he could drive her places. He had been 18 for a few months, and that meant he could get her stuff she hadn't had access to before. Not that it had stopped him when he was seventeen... she had a regular supply of cigarettes whenever she wanted them, access to alcohol, some less hardcore drugs, and had even once held a gun. Mark was from the less well to do areas, but they had met in school and hit it off, mostly cause the rich entitled Asian wanted desperately to have a taste of t.v. life and her parents were far too sheltering. That would prove to be her undoing, she knew, but it didnt matter in the now. He opened her door for her, and she thanked him. Once inside, the owner knew what to bring, and the two sat in a booth not far from the door. She hadn't been paying too much mind to his demeanor, lately he'd just seemed a bit more rough in general. The conversation was, as you could expect from teenagers, mindless and drab. Still for her, this was all she wanted on her bday. Hanging out with her boyfriend on her birthday. She reached across to hold his hand, and he took hers, smiling a little before looking at his phone. The food arrived, and he seemed all too eager to let her hand go when he had something else to hold.
"So what else do you have planned for me?" she asked, giddy, as she drank from the shake he had bought for her in addition to the burger she'd already mostly demolished in about 8 minutes flat. He smirked and reached into his pocket, sliding something across the table slowly. A pink pill, with an XO on it in a small ziplock bag. He smiled as her eyes went wide. This was a rare find indeed. "where did you get this?" she asked putting a hand over it. He smiled and waggled a finger at her. "No no no, don't ask dont tell, remember?" She narrowed her eyes. Gang business. Stuff he didn't talk to her about. Still, she slid it into her pocket and he seemed to be distracted again, this time by his phone ringing. She made a shooing motion with her hand, sending him off to answer it while she played with her own, sending messages to some of her other, older friends. She was alerting them she'd be around later, much to her chagrin they all aclled her No Jam as they promised to see her later. One girl didn't respond, and "No Jam" indeed found that odd. Whatever. Most of them knew her through Mark, so she figured a few of them just thought she was the annoying girlfriend. Only one time had someone ventured as far as to call her an Asian Baby Girl, and Mark had hit him hard enough that he didn't say much for a few weeks with his jaw wired shut.
She saw Mark talking with his smile plastered on his lips through the window, and when he saw her looking, he seemed to finish up and motion for her to come on out. She said her thanks to the chef and server, and left a nice tip for them. "Whats up, butter cup?" she asked him, bouncing to his side. He shook his head. "Gotta run a few errands, mind tagging along?" She shook her head. Her party at the club wasn't until later on that night anyway, so she didn't care. Her phone beeped. That girl that had noticeably not responded to her text finally replied. Good!
He looked at her expectantly, which made her c**k her head to the side. "What?"
"Did you take it?" he asked. She shook her head. "Dont you think 1:00pm is a little early for a trip?" He shook his head.
"This stuff is strong, actually. I think you'll be surprised," he said as she reached into her pocket. He took the pill from her, looking around to ensure they weren't being watched as she stuck out her tongue in a somewhat dramatic and drawn out motion. He placed the pill dead center, and she swallowed it with a bit of water from a bottle he'd produced.
It didn't take long before the world's saturation and contrast settings were turned way up and the wind hitting her face felt both incredible and enigmatic at the same time. "Mark what was that," she asked a little slower than she had intended. He simply smiled and let her ride it out.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she finally came down. It had gotten dark, and she was in the parking lot of the club. Time for things to get hazy. She wasn't fully down, but she was capable of walking even though the lights were blindingly bright and the music, even from outside, was intense. Mark was nowhere to be seen, but he had at least left her a bottle of water. She took a sip, only to find she was not drinking water. It was alcohol... of course it was alcohol. Not that she minded, but even still why had he filled a water bottle with alcohol? the bouncers here never bothered him about bringing in whole bottles before... and she knew they would be able to identify her as his girlfriend. She slowly made her way to the club, still experiencing the world in higher than comfortable definition. The bouncer could see something was up, but it wasn't the first time shed been ******** up before she even got there. They let her through, much to the chagrin of the people waiting outside. Navigating the club was proving especially difficult, especially because of how difficult it was for her brain to be processing everything. Another swig of liquor... damn it was already empty. She meandered across the dance floor, taking five minutes to cross it when it should've only taken five seconds. She pushed through the crowed, eventually reaching the clsoed off vip section where the local small timers gathered in their one safe area. Sure enough everyone was surprised to see her up.
"No Jam... Mark said you'd be out..." one of them trailed off, garnering a look of suspicion from the girl, who slurred together her words.
"Whereiz Mark! He... lefmein the car!" Nobody moved, but she noted one of the men had glanced towards the door to the backroom. She started for it, but as usual, one of the gangbangers blocked her path. "Absolutely not," he told her. She looked at him with determination in her eyes and tried to fight past him. Somehow, between the alcohol and that pill she took, the girl managed to fight past... or fall past... and into the room she stumbled. What she saw shocked her. A voice yelped, limbs tangled, pants scrambled across the floor, or around ankles. "Mark you said she'd be out!" he turned, red in the face, scrambling to make himself decent. Tears welled up, and Kyung felt herself become consumed with rage, sadness, maybe a little chagrin, maybe a little jealousy too. She stormed out... well as much as she could anyway. Mark and the others were hollering something, but she didn't hear them. She moved across the dancefloor much faster this time, probably just drunk now, her high finally wearing itself down as she tore out of the building and into the parking lot.
She was a few blocks away when the red car she'd arrived in cut her off from crossing a street, and she glared at him. She turned as he jumped out and tried to walk away, but he was faster. He pinned her against the wall. "Chill the ******** out, Kyung! Wait a second," he said looking around frantically. She fought against him, groaning and yelling in rage. "Looke you need to calm down, youre drunk and high. I don't know what you thought you saw, but it wasn't whatever it looked like."
"You were ******** Camille!" she yelled. Again, he shushed her in an impatient tone but she kept going. "You doped me up on my birthday so you could ******** her? How long have you been cheating on me mark?" He was starting to get angry.
"I said chill out!" he said again. "I wasn't-"
"LIAR!" she yelled punching him square in the nose. He grunted, though she hadn't done much, and in retalliation he threw her on the floor. She landed with a thud.
"You stupid little slut," he growled. He fell over her, pinning her arms and looking at her face with rage. "I do what the ******** I want, first of all, and second of all you better remember the only reason you even have a life around here is because of me. SO what I get some here and there, its not like you put out for me," he said. So she was a slut and prude? He wasn't even making sense. Neither was she, because all she thought to do was spit up into his face. He laughed to himself as he wiped it ******** you, Marcus!" she squealed. He reared back his fist and drove it into her head so hard she saw stars. The next hit made her hearing go dull, and the next one after that made her face feel like her cheek was completely numb before the sharp pain started up. Just two hits and she looked like she'd been a lot more. Mark was a strong guy. He stood up, brushing himself off as his friends caught up. Her sobs were filled with both misery and anger. He got in the car, yelling at them to just leave her behind.
"She can find her own ******** way home. I was getting tired of bringing her around anyway." The rest of his little crew seemed to know better than to go against what he said, and so what of them could got in the car and on their way back to the bar. What they didn't realize was the sudden stress and anguish on someone who had never known anything like it before had caused her to have a trigger event. She, too, was completely none the wiser until someone found and called a hospital for the girl, and she was rushed to the hospital.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2017 2:11 pm
Techo11 Breaker 8 Poison Physiology You are immune to the effects of drugs and poisons and may shift into a breaker state in which a cloud of toxic gas floats around the your body. A trail of the gas is left behind your for about 10ft before it evaporates. The cloud contains an airborne toxin which will cause a large amount of irritation on the skin but if inhaled will cause temporary paralysis (lasts for 1 post and sets in on the following the victim's inhalation) and eventually death if someone remains within the cloud for more than three posts. izeromus Blaster 5 Breaker 3 Delayed Blaster You are able to throw roughly baseball sized balls of energy that after striking something rapidly expand after a 3 second duration into a concussive blast with a diameter of 15 ft. The blast is strong enough to cause bruising, fractured bones, and otherwise harm those who are unprotected with blunt force trauma. Sand Shield When shifting into your breaker state you are able to convert inorganic matter you touch into sand which is then incorporated into a fully body shield that protects you from minor harm (punches, kicks, small falls etc...) and will help with the impact of things like strikes with blunt weapons or greater impacts. You can breath through the sand but is has no special filtering properties when it comes to gasses. I Tortured Sleep I Master 9 Emotional manipulation You have the ability to make others feel different emotions and can control what they feel and how strongly it hits them. From crippling depression to tears of joy the full range of the emotional spectrum is at your control. This power can effect anyone within 800ft of you though discerning specific people when you can't see them can be difficult. It helps to be familiar with them first or if you can track them with your power before they leave your sight. In addition to the above your presence slowly causes those around you to feel a compulsion to like you and want to be your friend. Praying Psycho Mantis Thinker 10 Your power is able to discern lies from truth or at least believed truth, and can warn you if someone plans to break a deal or social contract they've made with you. In addition to this you are able to know certain things about a person if you can see them (their likes, loves, dislikes, and animosities as put on their profile, as well as basic inclinations about their personality).
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 1:54 pm
RPC Name: (leo)
Power Category Distribution: (changer 5 brute 1)
Trigger Event: (“Who am I?” Leo wondered as he stared into the summer sky. The bright blue sky seemed so full of hope, the fluffy white clouds caused his imagination to run and play as any 8 year old boys should when lying in the grass staring at clouds. It was almost enough to make him forget where he was, Sunny Home Orphanage.
Sunny Home Orphanage, New Brockton’s home of rejects and outcasts. Sunny Home Orphanage – A.K.A. SHO – was a place where orphans with “Low placement prospects” where sent. Apparently we scared off the parents looking for good boys and girls. Leo was one of the unfortunate few who were brought to SHO as a baby practically ruining any chance Leo ever had at finding a family that would love him. Not to say he wasn’t been adopted before, but the people who adopt from SHO aren’t typically the type of people who should have kids.
Leo use to long for family, use to. He was first adopted by a lovely young couple by the names of… “Huh, I can’t remember their names?” Leo said under his breath followed by an equally in-audible chuckle. “Let’s call them…. Mr. and Mrs. Druggy” thought to himself, and true to their names Mr. and Mrs. Druggy spent more time chasing the dragon then they did attending Leo. They found it easier to make a child stop crying when you put vicodin their food. But if that didn’t work locking them in a chest for an hour or day or two would also suffice. Mr. and Mrs. Druggy also had cute nicknames for Leo such as but not limited to: mistake, monster, worthless…etc. On one specific occasion Mrs. Druggy was feeling rather annoyed with my crying and took a razor to my face carving a permanent smile. She said it made me look "happy". Shortly after Leo turned 7 Mr. Druggy found out Mrs. Druggy was cheating on him and decided the best course of action was murder suicide at the dinner table… in front of Leo.
Needless to say it was back to SHO for Leo with a firm pat on the back and a warming “Better luck next time sport!” Leo was back at SHO. Not the SHO felt like home to Leo – the barbwire fence surrounding SHO’s grounds reinforced this sentiment – but in his 8 years alive, he spent 5 of them at SHO.
“Today’s the day.” Leo allowed himself something he hadn’t since Mr. and Mrs. Druggy. Hope. Today Miss Amy Jones, a 30 something women with a steady career and upstanding member of society, was coming to take Leo to what he hopes will be his home. Amy stood 5’6” with shoulder length auburn brown hair framing her angular – almost angelic in a way – face. She had big bright green eyes and a soft calming voice. Leo had already met Amy on three occasions; interviews are the best way to describe this process.
Somehow Amy managed to break through the defenses Leo set for himself to keep himself “safe”. Leo hopped up from the grass and headed inside to the visiting room. Amy stood there waiting for Leo with a smile on her face. She wasn’t exactly slender but by no means over weight. She took care of herself and had this almost innocent beauty to herself. She wore a pair of blue jeans and sneakers with a green top. She crouched down with her arms wide open inviting. Against Leo’s better judgment he ran to embrace her. He finally belonged.
The pair got in the car and made their way home. While passing through an intersection a few blocks from SHO a truck blasted the driver side of the small car. The car crumpled around the truck as it made impact killing Amy on impact. The truck backed away and drove of leaving us there broken and destroyed. Leo coughed blood as he was now pinned between the crumpled car and the pavement. A sharp piece of metal pierced through his leg hitting the bone and snapping it. His collarbone snapped on his left side. Leo didn’t know how many ribs he had but he swore all were broken. The bones in his left forearm are protruding through the skin in a funny angle.
Leo looked over and saw Amy caved in head dangling towards him. Somehow that hurt more than all the broken bones combined. After so long Leo finally found a place he thought he belonged and now it was all stolen away from him. He had allowed himself to hope and connect and now it’s all gone. The one person who saw him as more than a monster is dead. Rage filled him as a mixture of tears and blood ran from his face. The names Mr. an Mrs. Druggy use to call Leo ran through his head. Mistake, abomination, monster.
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