Name: Scott Richards
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Superpower: Dark Psychological Manipulation
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Biography: Once an unremarkable software engineer, Scott developed extreme schizophrenia, or so he thought. What at first made him dangerous to others, became his solace as the rest of the world abandoned him. Listening to the voices and searching in the darkest corners of his mind. Now, he is back, having adopted an extremely nihilistic view for everything and calling himself "The Dark Prince" when out of control. He has the power to terrify people with his thoughts by tapping into their minds or create insecurities for them. Mental attacks can cause his adversaries to completely collapse by crippling them, or decaying their minds. His corrupting influence extends to himself every time he uses his power.
Appearance: Tall and very slim man, usually seen wearing a suit. Short black hair and brown eyes. Clean shaved with a discreet tattoo of a dark symbol on the top of his left hand. A larger one on his back.
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Level: 1
XP: 0/20
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HP: 20/20
Okay, first off, I'm going to have to balance your powers. Unless you want to start at later levels, you're only able to affect your target's mind subtly. You aren't able to just outright cripple someone instantly. Your power would be more suited to a dialogue-focused RPG than a combative one. That's fine. I can juggle that too.
"Scott," a voice said. "Richards. Never thought I'd finally see you."
You were pushed to a chair in the darkness. Then your eyes quickly shut due to the light bulb turning on in front of you. After adjusting to it, you saw a man with a detective coat, long and brown.
"Seen reports of you disturbing your neighbours. One even said you had a bloodied sickle wherever you go. What's going on?"
You had a small house, isolated from the neighbourhood nearby. You had some money left and sustained yourself quite well for the time you lived in your house. Apparently, the neighbours had seen you as a weird blue boy; they didn't want to see such an unworldly sight. One was even so paranoid as to call the cops.
This didn't all happen within a day or a week. This lasted for a few years.
Then you had heard police sirens. They acted on what it seemed like false information given by the caller and had knocked you out, bringing you here in a interrogation room.
And by the way, the bloodied sickle was part of the false information.
(That's all I can do right now. Heh.)
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Name: Donary Trunton
Sex: Trans-man
Age: 21
Superpower: Spoon manipulation
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Biography: Was kicked out of high school from his extreme spoon fetish. After being kicked out, he stupidly jumped down a well and became unconscious. It was when he woke up that he found himself with his unusual power of spoon manipulation. When he returned to the surface using spoons as picks, he immediately got a job at the local cafe as a dishwasher.
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Level: 1
XP: 8/20
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HP: 12/20
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Inventory:
Butterfly knife
Phone
5 spoons
Crowbar
Pistol [3]
I run up to the back of the truck and shout, "Hey! What's going on in there!"If the truck decides to move and doesn't stop for me... well hopefully I'm not too tired to get out of the way.
The back of the truck got opened up, and you saw Scarlet looking back at you.
"What? I'm just checking around. You look tired. Go get some sleep."
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(Benjamin Vincent) Dolan
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Superpower: Control over Gravity
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Biography: Dolan was an only child born to a normal family, his father seemed to possess some kind of control over light, so Dolan may have inherited his power from his father, he first discovered it when he was 8, he was making some objects float, Right now he owns a relatively successful small restaurant in a part of town, at first he seems like a cheerful person, but he's actually very cruel and selfish, he also has a habit of biting his tongue until it bleeds when he is in a bad situation, he acts normal so he doesn't have to risk being frowned down by others, he uses his powers mostly when it's a conflict, so he doesn't cause much disruption.
He's feeling the bern.
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Level: 1
XP: 4/20
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HP: 18/20 {IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII--}
Some new guys popped up, I suppose there's 6 now, can I exploit them in the future if I get the chance to?
As always, in the words of Matthew Mercer, you can certainly try!
Oh and what happened to todd?
I knocked him out with a few punches last time and this time I ran him over at very fast speeds with a car and he just runs away?
Did he atleast go limping?
Or did he level up in an hour or something?
You knocked him over, but he got up without a sign of injury. He summoned the clone and ran off.
Oh and one last thing, what will I be able to do when I'm like level 2 or 3?Ah, I almost forgot, are you having fun?
Level 2 or 3? I'll get to it. You're still far off.
Yes, I am. Not as much fun as I started out (maybe because of hype), but with the new players with interesting powers, I can experiment and see.
Depending on the situation, If I'm holding the trash can and it's necessary and I can't leave, I lay my whole left arm on the trash can and take off my right hand and use it to take off one of my dress shoes then I use one of my dress shoes to hold the trashcan in place with my right hand, I take off my left arm off the trash can and do the same, dress shoes off, use it to hold the trashcan, If I never even touched it I go and retrieve my shovel so I can hold it in place a little better.
When you let go, it didn't seem to move. You nodded and got your shovel, holding the trash can in place. The warmth you felt when you were near the trash can got less intense.
You took a peek below and saw nothing except smoke rising out.
(3 XP)
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Name: Hephaestus
Sex: Male
Age: 30
Superpower: Ash Mimicry
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Biography: Formerly named Tom, he grew up in the city to a working class family. He learned the trade of metalworking and has been employed by the biggest steel works of the city ever since. His power was revealed several years ago when he survived a tragic accident that cost two of his coworkers their lives. Triggered accidentally at first, he quickly learned to control his abilities at will thanks to his stoic and obstinate nature, and subsequently adopted the name Hephaestus.
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Level: 1
XP: 8/20
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HP: 19/20
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Inventory:
$100
I notice whatever is happening to his arms, and in the light of recent events realization is slowly dawning in my head. I begin to put two and two together; or so I think at least. I harden my skin with ash, but I raise my hands in a calming gesture.
"Was it my fault if I was attacked in my own home?! I have no idea what, or who, that thing was. But it had killed, and I was next. What else should I have done? Who was it, your brother?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" the man said. "You killed my two only friends in the world. I hope they see you burn in hell while they're in heaven."
He lashed out at you with his green arm, sending a wave of green liquid.
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Name: Metagut
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Superpower: Assimilative Evolution
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Biography: Once a simple intern at an industrial research lab he was exposed to a batch of unstable nanites that integrated into his cellular structure. He gained a strange power in that what ever he ate would change him. The nanites also give him an altered form of metabolism allowing him to digest non biological materials and an impervious immunity to disease and poisons.
Appearance: After integrating several animal dna found in common meals he has grow larger then most people, Currently stands around 6 ft 8 in, weighs some 400 lbs, mostly muscle. Along with the various plant dnas that he absorbed his skin is green/plantlike and has the ability to photosynthesis.
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Level: 1
XP: 0/20
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HP: 20/20
In the shadows a man heavily veiled in a old duster coat and leather clothing, his face masked by darkness. He sits there on a old bench thinking to himself that he wishes he could see the sun once more but he looks at his cloth wrapped hands, but the last transformation had made him part plant, he shouldn't have eaten that lettuce but the fridge was empty after spending weeks cooped up trying to figure out what has gone wrong with him. That weird grey goop that swallowed him changed him not two months ago and now his body is nothing of what it use to and the hunger has nearly driven him mad when it came but he forced himself to stay in control. So for the past week he has sneaked out at night trying to avoid contact with many people. Now hes outside some small town with no one that knows him. The last of his cash, some 20 bucks has gone to buy a handful of generic food snacks and his stomach still groans for more. He thought to avoid anything that could contain and remnants of biology so he has been consuming junk foods with abandon.
You sat in a small cave, doodling around in the sand. It was bright outside, and you heard a few goats and cows bleating and mooing. You heard laughter coming from children.
Then you heard the children screaming. You looked in front of you, and saw a scorpion as large as you (and yes, I've considered your height), heading towards you.