First Generations OOC

[Azra]

Five years ago the sky cracked open a violet arc of light that could be seen anywhere across the globe. It's unexplained so far as to its origins or source. A cosmic anomaly, sense then however the world has begun to change. Now five years later it's effects are starting to become a reality more visible to the world instead of whoever the sources are alone.

Myths and fables have started to seem real. Reports that seemed just superstition of old is now all to real. A relic in a museum once a sought after artifact now actually radiates power. It's legend now made able to manifest. Rumblings of a beast heard by cave divers, the source unseen but the sound beyond the scopes of any animal. Hard to know if things were already below the ocean depths or birthed from the evolving world, but tales of sirens and monsters attacking ships have started up. Across the stars we now actually hear others, NASA claiming it's actually commuted with alien life. Science once thought impossible has started to click and become real.

Amongst the populace people have started showing gifts that are super human. It's source isn't always the same, for some they start going through puberty and learn they can also fly. For some it's sparked from nothing, just wake up yesterday knowing they've been gifted with power. There's a story out there of a couple that just liked biting in times of intimacy until one full moon they found them discovering themselves as vampires. Of a magician doing the old make assistant disappear, only for her to actually vanish. Stories like this go on and on...

Timeline
Five years ago the cosmic anomaly

Three years ago stories start becoming more public knowledge

Two years ago discussions on a political level start. As of yet there's no laws or actions taken to absorbed in the back and forth.

A year ago, stories start coming up of actual criminal activity or factions wanting to use these gifts to exploit or harm others.

Present day the first of the heroes and villains becomes public...

Premise

A setting where everyone is very much some of the first of their kind. You might not be an ancient vampire but if you woke up that way five years ago you may be among the oldest. There's mutations that might spark from trauma or a blissful moment that nobody could be prepared for. Vigilantes aren't really even spoken of yet, hushed rumors of gangs maybe but nothing on the news. Heroes aren't real until the opening event basically.

The idea being every player starts at ground zero and hasn't had to much time to develop yet. Think your Year Zero/One comics. Of the intro parts of movies where it's poorly made costumes of spray painted hoodies or onesies ordered offline. Maybe been thinking of becoming a hero but certainly aren't outfitted like one. Which hopefully will encourage chances for characters to grow. And powers to develop. In a lot of ways anything goes in ideas, the character just is more at the start. It's not just another superhero sand box setting though a few extra things. This is planned to be just one thread. Two or three most, where one would be the event and the other the interactions between those events. And I am 110% open to writing whatever you need for an idea to work. Sometimes one wants to talk to Zeus or the President but it doesn't feel as doable. I want to be the DM for others when need be

Rules and Info
One bad person, one good person limit. A lot of times seen people get lost in numerous ideas end up with a bunch of alts that then get lost in the shuffle. The idea here would be to really try and stick to one, see them through to the end. Even a cop or a monster etcetera falls into that criteria of doing more harm or good. Want a new character? Write the current one out.

Cooperation, everyone loves the edgy lone wolf type. But should try and make them able to at least work with others begrudgingly. I don't want to limit anyone's creativity but it's not going to be a bunch of threads and characters so would advise being mindful of how well that character can bounce off others. For an example Batman and Ironman may have plans if have to fight Hulk or Supes but they still are om a team.

Power Limits, I want you to make the character you want. However I'd encourage keep any hero types more street or mid tier, villain types might be higher but shouldn't be overly so. I want it to be more teamwork not the heroes can't do anything to the alien and with a single punch all of Nebraska is wiped out. Maybe it gets to that point in time but ideally it's built up to. That's the other thing I'd like to add, don't have to but I really want to encourage room to grow instead of having all the expertise or gear.

Factions, it's common to say have a bunch of robots to do bidding or alien thugs, a gang of animal mask wearing weirdos. These should be more npcs though let it be fun opposition instead of a bunch of powerful significant members. Maybe you're a Joker with a bunch of jesters, but let Harley and Punchline be another player. Or maybe write that general who when they're stopped that boss can pull up. Additionally try and keep these kind of small, having a fun invasion doesn't need a bazillion force army. The focus should be heroes VS villains not hero's s VS all of Warhammers factions at once.

Looks, feel free to use characters for inspiration. However they should be radically different than the source. I'd also encourage trying to use lesser known looks. Rather then fight over who's using the looks everyone knows. In the past seen say five Deadpools or Batmen show up, but why not try Knightwing or Dogpool? I say this again not to stifle ideas that to hopefully let us all make something more fresh.

Pg13 rating primarily light R at most. More foul language and violence than horror and explicit content.

General rules of the site and mandatory fun!

Ask questions if got them. Here or discord is best, I'm Azra2.0 on discord.

 

[Azra]

CS should include
Alias:
Real Name:
Description of appearance:
Skills:
Powers/Abilities:
Gear:
History:

If use reference art please say what it is so there's no overlap hopefully. Bonus points if also say artist

 

[illirica]

You know I’m in, I’ll get my CS this afternoon.

 

[Azra]

Rabbit Foot
Hero Name? Rabbit or Rabbit Foot
Real Name: Isadora "Izzy" Triss
Height: 5 ft 7
Weight: 123 lbs
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Age: 19
Powers:
7xRabbit Equivalent: Isadora has the senses and abilities of a Rabbit at times multiplied by seven. A rabbit is usually half a foot tall but some can jump up yo forty two inches into the air and ten feet forward. In a similar fashion Izzy can jump fifty two feet into the air essentially 7 times that of what the best a human can do and little over fifty meters forward. The fastest human speed is nearly 30 mph Izzy can run just over two hundred mph comparatively. That said she has tested her limit and will tire after an hour of running at such speed. She's quick but moving like that is exhausting. She's very fit could probably dent steel with a punch but her real power is in her feat. Izzy could move a car with a kick and shatter concrete with her kicks. Lastly heightened hearing and smell she can't do echolocation or track someone a city over but these are naturally far more elevated than those of a human. Allowing to say hear through walls follow scents for miles and better sense danger. Though it's also vulnerable to sonic attacks or anything that may target smell in contrast.

Born Lucky: This doesn't help her in things like fighting or talking her way out of things really. She's found though she tends to get lucky at guessing or rolling dice for example. She knows she could likely hurt herself with how hard she kicks for example but she's always been lucky enough to not injure herself in such a way. Her tightened muscles makes her super human but not actually resistant or more durable she just sort of lands right.

Skills:
Has graduated high school. Some college. She has trained in parkour, gymnastics, kick boxing and capoeira
Equipment:
Izzy has none at this time. She's considered trying to get metal nails and a costume but that takes money.

Personality: A flirt and friendly sort who's always been really good on her feet. That said she's very impulsive following nose and instinct then planning and the like. Perhaps mostly though has just been a urge to step up and do right.

History stuff:

Isadora born to a Brazilian mother and an African American father had lived a rather simple life for most her years. She was a bit lucky but otherwise it hadn't been anything really of note. At eighteen though her highschool went on a trip to a lab. Graduation around the corner. Unbeknownst to them they had been doing animal testing though and the test subjects broke free. Isadora saw a friend about to get pounced on by something with beady red eyes.

Sure enough a radioactive rabbit had bitten her. She spent the next six months in the hospital mostly in pain. The rabbit bite had forced a mutation. She struggled to move as her physiology changed under her skin. Muscles grew and tightened but demanded something the human body wasn't ready for. Scrambled it all took time to sort itself out. She graduated three months late with some summer courses, and in a wheelchair. Eventually the pain was gone and Isadora looked to grow accustomed to her new body. Another six months adjusting and she was ready for college.

However with all that'd happened Isadora wasn't sure going off to college was what she wanted. She wasn't the only one changed in that incident. There was also other stories going around of powers and changes. She was feeling a call to be more. With a hoodie over head she entered the college. Wasn't removed until in his office. Her anomalies quick to become all to apparent as she introduced herself to the Deen with uncertainty in her eyes. She wasnt sure a degree in veterinarian studies was exactly all she aspired to be. "Isadora Triss, I know lot of us got grants for the whole lab incident. I do really want to be something though to do something that matters."

Look Mirko art Basic_87 (OH Ji Sung)

 

[Faithy]

What illi said. :]

 

[Azra]

What illi said. :]

Hype! Looking forward to see what you come up with. Already know some of Illi's plan but yours is a mystery

 

[illirica]

Crysis​

Hero Name: Crysis

Real Name: Jaylin Cailmont

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 18

Appearance:

5'5" and built like a... college student. Not particularly athletic, not particularly stunning, with medium brown hair - usually in a ponytail, medium brown eyes - usually with a little makeup, and skin that likes to sunburn - usually fair, but occasionally painfully reddish. She usually wears blue jeans (comfortable and practical), a polo shirt (dress for success) or t-shirt (or at least wear something clean...), running shoes (running optional), and a hoodie, which serves pretty well to cover the bright pink crystalline nubbins that are poking out along her spine and along the major nerve pathways through her limbs. There aren't any on her head, at least - they start at the base of her skull and go down from there. Yes, they are extremely pink. No, she doesn't actually like pink.

Skills:

High school graduate, first year college student, currently undeclared. 4 years of high school German, but she's usually too shy to speak it. Pretty good at beadwork and making bracelets and jewelry. Does not take commissions. Passed first aid course and is CPR certified, though has never actually used this skill and hopes she doesn't have to, because rescue breathing is gross, actually.

Gear:

A car - technically, it is her mom's old car. It's not quite as old as she is, but it is closer than she would like. Her mom says if she isn't happy with it she can buy her own car and pay her own insurance. She decided not to complain.


Abilities:

Crystal Dart: Crysis can form crystal darts within her body and launch them accurately up to 50 meters or inaccurately up to 300. The size is variable, but it takes her longer to launch larger ones. She can launch multiples at once, but her accuracy suffers.

Crystal Feedback: Crysis gets a degree of feedback from her launched crystals. It feels tingly, she says. She can sort of tell if there's someone near her crystals and can definitely tell if there's someone touching them. This only works for about 5-6 minutes after they leave her body.

Crystal Penetration: Crystals embedding themselves in neural tissue can propagate along the tissue lines, growing as they get themselves deeper into the body, rather like thorns.

Crystal... Control?: Um. Um. Um. She can... move... the things... that her crystal has penetrated, once she gets to the brain stem. Um. Yup. That's a whole thing. She does not mention this. At all. Ever. It works on dead things as long as they haven't been dead more than half an hour please don't ask questions about this it's horrible oh no it's so awful. Crystal zombie army wooo (please don't).


History (Yes, thanks, let's move on, please):

Crysis grew up in the suburbs with a normal family and normal parents and went to normal high school and then the summer before normal college she got normal appendicitis and had to go to the normal hospital and have a totally normal operation that happens all the time to totally normal people.

It went fine, and then she woke up with weird crystals all over. What. The. Actual. Heck.

Doctors say it's probably unrelated? Maybe she's born with it? Or maybe it's malpractice... anyway. She doesn't seem to be able to get rid of them so... off she went to college, because she'd already been accepted and it wasn't like they were really getting in the way.

So now she's trying to work on her gen-eds, figure out her major, and figure out how to be a superhero on the side, because... she doesn't know why, actually, but it sort of seems like that's just her life now. Also, she kind of wants to be proactive about that before anyone points out that she could be a pretty good supervillain actually.

She knows.

 

[Azra]

I adore her, car might be overpowered lol

Approved!

 

[BrookeDi]

Note: I'm still working on this, but wanted to get the general idea out there.

Alias: [PENDING - Subject spent a long time staring at the interviewer. The following are her words verbatim: "I didn't exactly ask to be a hero. It just kind of happened. I don't even like using the word. It just kind of happened again and again. I haven't got that far, ultimately" The interviewer notes that despite the call for impartiality, the subject has been quoted verbatim throughout the interview for posterity].

[handwritten in, at a later date:] Newspaper reporters later began calling her River.

Real Name: Camila Rivera

Description: 25 years old, standing at just under 5'2", and approximately 155 pounds. She has dark, curly hair that goes to about the middle of her back, which she often has in a bun. She does wear glasses for reading and computer use. A 'light' prescription, as told by the eye doctor--it's not necessary, but it does make her eyes less tired when she uses them. Those peepers behind the glass are a warm brown, matching warm, brown skin.

Skills: Argument, mostly, varying from the well-thought out and persuasive to the passionate and reactionary. Research and written argument. Remaining calm in extreme circumstances. Loyalty, ]"it's a fucking skill, alright?"]

Powers/Abilities: Water. That's mostly it. She can manipulate water. Examples include: lifting a puddle of water, making a kind of whip out of water... just pretty much moving it where she wants to go. ["If I can figure out how to keep the rain from hitting me, that would be great"]. She's extended this to other liquids, but it gets harder the thicker the liquid (highly diluted kool-aid? Easier than say, orange juice which she can move about an inch into the air). This obviously presents a problem when there's no liquid around.

Gear: A ["really fucking nice rolling bag"] for court that she bought herself as a graduation present, a five year old laptop, a 4-pack of Sharpie S-Gel pens (0.7, half are blue and half are black), and a knock-off 30oz yeti with a screw on lid and a handle. Generally full of ice water.

History: Camila was born to Ian and Bianca Rivera, both first-generation Americans (her grandparents on both sides immigrated from Puerto Rico). She is the eldest of three children (a sister who is four years younger, and a brother who is six years younger). Her father worked as a repairman in an apartment complex, and her mother ["busts her ass"] as a hotel concierge. Her father passed away when she was ten.

[The subject was reluctant to discuss her early years: "I got into a bit of trouble in high school, and look. I turned my shit around, alright?"]. After high school, she went to Columbia University (with a massive amount of scholarships and student loans), where she graduated with honors. Following that, she attended law school at Columbia as well (more scholarships, and more debt). While in law school, she was used and abused at a big law firm, and opted to put out her own shingle as soon as she was licensed. This has been somewhat successful in the fact that it's still very new, she's a bit overwhelmed, but the business isn't drowning financially.

She shares a tiny two-bedroom apartment with her roommate and best friend from university, Claire, who turned out to be an empath when the world went wonky ["It's a blessing and a curse to have that gift in a best friend and roommate"].

Camila can't [or will not] identify the incident that brought upon her ability to manipulate water. She swims laps at her local gym, and one day there was a little girl running along the edge of the pool. Despite being in the water, Camila's hands reached out for the girl as if she might catch her from hitting her head. The water leapt out, catching the girl instead.

 

[Azra]

Looks great, and roommate I'd say good example of a side character without taking like focus/spotlight.

Sharpies over powered though approved but on thin ice!

 

[BrookeDi]

Looks great, and roommate I'd say good example of a side character without taking like focus/spotlight.

Sharpies over powered though approved but on thin ice!

She could go with a cheap set of pic, but she's really particular about her pens! Promise to use it sparingly ;P

 

[illirica]

Teacup​

Just half a cup, dear!

Alias: Teacup

Real Name: Dora Fedora

That's Not Your Real Name: Oh, boo. Daisy Delmonte.

Thank you: You're welcome!

Pronouns: You can call me anything you like, just don't call me Daisy.

Age: 24

Appearance: Colorful corset, ruffled skirt, garters and thigh-highs and cute little ankle boots, and the hat - mustn't forget the top hat! It's a riot of color but it all goes together somehow, a bit like a fruit salad. 5'8" with the boots on, hmm~?

Skills: A great memory for faces and orders and recipes and everything else. Can make just about any drink or any pastry. Want to try one? Personable, gets along with people easily, very charming if I do say so myself. And I do say so myself, so write that down, love.

Gear: Oh, you know, all the usual kitchen things. Pots and pans and cups and plates and sprinkles and sugar and those few things in the bottom drawer you don't remember buying and don't know what they're for anyway. Everyone has one! She works full time in a cafe.

Abilities:

At one remove: All of Teacup's abilities function at one remove - the can be activated by touching anything that she has touched. Whether that's a knife or a spoon or a cup of tea, well, that's just how it goes!

Shear destruction: A mystically sharp cutting edge that can cut anything it touches, so quickly it doesn't even have time to crumble. She can halve a cup of tea, if you really want her to. It's a party trick, yeah?


History:

Oooh, this is the good part!

Mmm.... well, skip over the boring parts, anyway. La-lala-la... I started working at a cafe, and oooh nothing makes you love people more than working at a cafe! Sometimes they love you back just a little too much and then we have to go have a little cutty-cut on the way home, don't we? Or sometimes they don't love us enough, or sometimes we're just bored.

Working there just got so much better after I found out I could, hmm.... cut a few corners? It happened all at once, that day That Awful Guy followed me home. He'd been hanging about for a while. Management did nothing, you know. Politeness is part of the job!

Well, I was very polite. I said "Please, no" and then... ah. That was when the funny thing happened and I realized he was only half the man he thought he was. Or... perhaps he was two halves of the man he thought he was, but he certainly wasn't wholesome!

Anyway, gosh, it wasn't too long after that until we were under new management, since the old manager had that awful accident with the spatula... what could have happened there, I wonder?

But never you mind that. It's all just silly stories anyway. Now, is there anything...

...oh...

...I can get you?

 

[Azra]

Was trying to manage sleep before work. Couldn't get to making villain. I feel slighted ban this illi person!

Really though loving the chaotic energy of Daisy. Approved

 

[Faithy]

Alias: Fallen Angel
Real Name: Arianna “Bella” Freya Jackson

Description of appearance: There is nothing special about the way Bella looks. Her slightly wavy layered blonde hair rests exactly three inches below her shoulder blades. Lightly feathered bangs often rest across her light blonde eyebrows and into her blue-green eyes. Her lightly 5’11 bronze form is perfectly sculpted with an exquisite combination of muscle and tone. A blade shaped scar runs from the bottom tip of her left clavicle down to the exact center location of her backside. There is also a scar that scales a few inches down the right side of her ribcage intertwined with a few bullet scars. She has a tattoo of a red and black dragon spanning across her upper to mid back.

Bella's favorite articles of clothing consist conveniently of comfy jeans and an arsenal of t-shirts or tanks. The colors vary on what fits her fancy and if she doesn’t have a color that she wants, she takes it upon herself to borrow it from a store with all intentions not to return it of course. Her shoes range from black boots that zip up the sides and tie in the front of a pair of tennis shoes that ultimately match her outfit in some way shape or form. Lastly, she wears a black leather jacket that extends down to her kneecaps and is very practical in every activities as well as not-so everyday activities.

Personality: Bella has difficulty trusting anyone outside of her current circle thanks to her childhood trauma that instead of working through it, she has ignored. But, she will if it is beneficial. She is apt to take risks without thinking about it, which is why she has several scars. She can also be very stubborn as well as maliciously cunning.

Skills: Damn booboo, I’ll fix you: She has an acute knowledge of all first aid techniques and can fix up anything from broken bones to deep cuts. She isn’t a healer, but has saved tons of lives with her quick thinking and her supply of first aid kits. Just a female: If Wonder Woman was forced to live in where Bella was living, she would be just like her. Being a female has an abundance of advantages especially in the fighters ring. Men tend to believe that they are better than women, especially young adults in everything and Arabella enjoys proving the bastards wrong on a daily basis.

Powers/Abilities: Pyrotechnology: Fire pretty. Since Bella is one with the fire element she can do anything that involves fire, she can do. Whether it be defensive or offensive, it comes extremely easy to her.

Gear: Backpack: It has no specialness aside from being able to hold a great deal of stuff. She seems to have everything under the sun shoved into the red ‘n black backpack ranging from first aid equipment to anything else she wants

Fighting Gloves: Covering her hands are two specialized gloves contain a group of hidden blades that slide forward over her knuckles with the simple flick of her wrist. Both these blades are made of a hybrid alloy and are not easily broken even by the most forceful of methods. When she isn’t using the blades, the gloves themselves are made of strong material, keep her hands protected, and give her an extra umph when fighting.

History:

Left at an orphanage, Bella was later adopted by Sarah and Anthony Jackson and was named Arabella Freya Jackson. They had found a piece of paper stating her name was Freya and decided to put that as her middle name. When she was two, Anthony was killed in a car wreck and Sarah remarried a bastard named Marcus. Marcus was a dick and enjoyed smacking around Arabella as much as he could. When she started school, the abuse was kept to areas no one could see and Marcus told her that if she told anyone, he would kill her. At school, she had trouble befriending others, but was quite protective of those that were bullied. She continued that trend all through school until she was a senior in high school. One morning when she was getting ready to leave, she got into it with Marcus and for the first time she decided to stand up for herself and the next thing she knew, the house was on fire. While it was ruled an accident, she became known as the Fallen Angel.



Let me know if stuff needs to be changed.

 

[Azra]

No complaints here, also really like the term pyrotech that'll be fun to see in full.

Should fix me more then Illi she's a bully, but approved!

 

[Azra]

 Venus

Alias: Venus
Real Name: James Cosmant
Description of appearance: Venus stands at seven feet tall a lanky slender figure that almost seems more limbs of a tree than ones of muscle and bone. His skin what shows anyway is a deathly pale. His head is bald once close it seems impossibly smooth to the look. Changed into a smooth service almost instead of shaved. Most unsettling though being where facial features should be is just a hole with petals blossoming from the opening. There is no mouth or eyes just a chasm where such ought to be.

Skills: He was an astronaut with his wife for years. He trained some in fencing with his daughter. His dad taught him to shoot as a boy, which he tried to teach to his own. He tended a garden and was familiar with many plants both beautiful and deadly when he was a man.
Gear: Dressed in black skinny jeans and a turtle neck thats black and barely covers the lengthy frame. He carries a rather basic nine milimeter in a shoulder holster. A rapier rests on his back. Besides this he carries little else besides a pen in his front pocket and a wallet in his back pocket.

Powers/Abilities:
Bark Skin: There is no longer bone and muscle in his body. He needs not eat or sleep, though he has found he feels more capable at day. Seemingly his grip on his new form benefiting similar to photosynthesis. His skin iss durable as tree bark resilient to some damage then it otherwise would be. He breathes but it doesn't seem to care how clean the air is and it seems more through his being then lungs.
Extending Branches: He hasn't gotten to familiar with this body yet but has found he can grow his fingers to further reach out. Each finger seeming more a over grown thorn at the end than something human.
Poison Veins: He has found that when he bleeds it runs like sap and from the wound flows poison. Specifically that of the Oleander. The poisom od which on ingestion of larger amounts may cause nausea, vomiting, excess salivation, abdominal pain, and irregular heart rhythm. Prolonged contact with sap may cause skin irritation, eye inflammation and dermatitis.
like A Weed: Venus senses still seem there despite the obvious differences to his features. With them is a new one knowing where plants are. He doesn't know the full extent of the reach he doesn't think it goes more than a few miles. It's a hard thing for his mind to even grasp so far. What he does know though is he can spawn more of himself where another plant is. He is not unkillable by any means but coming back is frustratingly easy.
Deep Rooted: His copies he can sense through. They're more drones given instructions then a reflection of him but usefull. These pale trees lack marking of gender almost more a mannequin made of white bark than a person. They can be slaughtered and broken he need not worry. Though the prime self could transfer consciousness to one of these if needed to speak or escape do to damage to the main body.

History:

Five years ago two astronauts went into a coma. The third died. Story goes it was a routine flight, a trip to a satellite for some maintenance. Mr and Mrs Cosmant had found eachother in such work, and today their daughter was even joining them on her first flight. They were above the earth when the anomaly came. The rocket short circuits and would eventually crash into the New York Harbor. News spoke of the death and comas but nothing else. The two patients still alive were in a hospital room that was guarded and classified.

Fast forward to a few months ago.

James awoke with a jolt. Memories flooded him on waking up he tries to scream but initially it's but an act that coughs up mucus covered petals. He stares in confusion before the pain floods him. A rush to the restroom and he finds him expelling insides. The hospital room floods with the smell of iron and roses. He looks down to see crimson remains mixed with dandelions.

An hour later a friend comes in. Air Force Captain Richard Boswick. "That conditional or did you see your face? Sorry what happened?"

"It's fine Rick. I don't care about me. When the anomaly came a handful of meteorites pelted the ship. Went right through the windshield. I saw it hit Mary gone in an instant...Turning I saw the next one, it went well where my face should be."

He wished he could say more. That was it however. Seeing his wife gone and thinking it to be the end, he reached behind him to hold his daughter's hand. Then looked forwards. He wanted to be stalwart for her, though he was terrified then it was all over. Now here he was seeing his mutated form and trying to face the fact he was five years late to the funeral. "Will you take me to her?"

The captain takes James into the room next to his. James finding himself having to hunch over to pass under the door. His stride off, he didn't feel weak to his surprise but every step felt off putting. Before today he had been actually shorter than his daughter and wife. Entering the room he sees her. Ghostly pale, veins visible and green. Red hair had grown long over the years. More mysterious though was the blotches of what looked like moss growing on the young woman. A thin hand with branching figures looks to the medical sheets.

"We've been doing what we can for you two James but the budget is starting to tighten. Worse off though is in a few months we don't know if we can even help her. Doctors think she needs a series of blood transfusions, an amount of blood required it's more like asking for dozens of bodies worth. They think a cocktail of every poison and counter would be needed just to try and get through whatever has made her toxic. Sorry details allude me how it all works. I fly jets not make cures."

"Thank you. May I have a moment?"

A father sits beside his daughter. Hands clasped together, he wished he could pray but had never been the sort. "I'll figure this out kido." A faceless Visage turns to the sheet listing so many ailments. He missed her, not just his dsughter but to him the strongest person he'd ever known. To go into space with wife and her, he couldnt be more proud. At the top of the sheet the name Venus Cosmant.

 

[Hollow glade]

Alias: Tozero (Toh-zee-roh)

Real Name: Kieran Daagh

Description of appearance:
32 year old man with strawberry blond hair, unevenly cut and almost down to his shoulders. He has an overgrown beard shadow as well. Kieran stands 190 cm tall, he has a strong, muscular build with a healthy layer of fat. His skin is tan from spending many days under the sun, he has green eyes and his entire body is dusted by freckles. He also has an entire arm tattooed with pastoral motives and various plants.

On the regular, he wears jeans, working boots that are comfortable and broken in, and a sun-hat. Add various shirts to that, a raincoat or a jacket depending on the weather and you've got yourself a variety of outfits.

Skills: He Knows his way around wildlife, fauna and flora. He's a good hunter, shearer, has excellent physical resistance and he's very strong. Give him a shotgun or a rifle and he'll make a great guard. Throw any two ingredients at him and he'll make you a (delicious) meal. He can patch up wounds, temporarily because he's no medical professional. Even if he swears dandelion and nettle infusions can keep the soul from wandering. Sewing and knitting, leather working, wood chopping, starting fire, animal care (Especially sheep, horses, cats and dogs). Adulting in general, if it counts. He has survived this long after all!. Good at improvising.

Powers/Abilities:

Nullifier field: Kieran emitts a field that negates other people's powers and abilities fully with a varying radius depending on the moment. He can't control it yet, for now, all he knows is that his hands and throat feel the smallest tiny tickles when this ability is active. It's very new, he can't direct it to an objective YET. Heightened emotions make it auto-activate, positive or negative. Feeling very happy, very stressed, very scared, very angry, etc. For now it stops if he gets hurt, but if he's directly knocked out or put to sleep it'd just stay in the same state. If it was active, it'd stay active until he's awake. If it's inactive, then no negating field until he's awake to react to something either.

This field has maximum diameter of 30ft, it causes a disturbance around the edges so its edges are visible when it's active. And it actively ignores the parts of an ability that may be keeping a person alive and would cause them to die if it turned off.

This field also has an effect on animals, it calms them. It's the main use Kieran has given it. It doesn't work on people the same way though.

Damage resistence: He's a hardy guy. It's not clear if he's got unnaturally strong bones or if he does have an extra ability. He can still get hurt, still feels pain. It'll just take more intent and strength to penetrate his skin with a blade or to break his leg, than you might expect.

Gear: Basic survivalist items in a messenger bag, like a swedish pocket knife, a canteen, cereal bars, lighter, little torch, etc. He will carry one or several cheese sandwiches if he's able/allowed. Wrapped in foil for their safety. Sun hat or rain hat, hardy boots, walking stick becuse it helps when going up and down mountains even if you can walk well, doubles as a weapon. Hunting rifle and ammo.

History:

Kieran finished highschool with some effort, mainly because none of it interested him much. He's got friends, mainly from his favourite bar or highschool days. The owner of said bar loves him, because his field keeps other people from using their powers inside it while fucking drunk. For better or worse. So he always get's a couple free drinks when he goes. There's people who don't like being around him for this exact reason... and others who might be watching or studying it. But he doesn't pay them much mind. He's busy. The sheep can't walk to the mountains alone, the barn cats need food, the horses deserve to be let out and have their hair combed.

He's a simple man who doesn't love technology beyond electric shears, who has grown up on the countryside and dedicated his life to the family business. Sheep. Kieran has barely left the farmlands where he grew up, let alone the general area of the village. He has two younger sisters who fled the nest as soon as they could and they are happt elsewhere. With fancy university degrees and families. There is a dog, Shophie. She's a brown and white border collie whose greatest goal in life is to carry a whole ass tree into the house, at some point. The sticks she brings back keep getting bigger. Kieran encourages and enables her behaviour. They have a blast together most days.

Sometimes Kieran takes a trip downtown, watches people's expressions when their powers don't work. He's amused, or feels a bit bad. But he can't stop it, He's only had the ability for a few years. To bring others down to an even playing field, back to zero.

For now, life is simple and it's good. What could possibly go wrong?.

 

[Azra]

Country Boi approved!

Though just as some general house keeping. Things will start in NYC so may want to think some what brings him to town. And as a heads up how much gets nullified may change depending on characters (as a example Rabbit will probably be far less quick and nolonger lucky, but still bunny speed and have ears)

Also best bring sandwiches for whole class!

 

[Hollow glade]

To be fair I planned for the null to be a switch on-switch off, not to have varying levels of effect or power. It wouldn't affect physical attributes or mutations unless they are temporary transformations but it would negate anything else If/when it's active and in range. If a character's speed depends on her actual legs having a physical mutation then that wouldn't be affected. like you said. And her ears wouldn't fall off either haha.

 

[Hollow glade]

He can head to NYC to visit one of his sisters, or as a stop on the way to see one of his sisters. So he'll end up there anyway.