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Atlantean Tattoo: It starts right under her pointer finger and makes several twirls down her finger. The tattoo makes a straight line from her knuckle down her forearm stopping at the place where her arm bends.
Physical: Delta’s hair is the main topic of conversation when she interacts with new people. On the right side her hair it is shaven down to little to no hair but the hairs that do show are dyed a dark purple almost black. The rest is styled in a comb over fashion so that it all lies on the left side of her head. This mask most of the left side of her face until Del gets fed up with it and moves it out the way. Her regular, black hair is braided into many individual braids, which end in a bead. The colors of the bead depend on the section of the hair, the front is red, the middle is orange, and the back is yellow. If she’s really feeling up to it she may change the beads but it’s a real time consuming commitment. A single, golden hoop pierces her right eyebrow giving her an edgier look. Two other piercing makes themselves home in her lip and nose. Her lip piercing is located on the right corner of her mouth it is a silver hoop but at the center is a small ball. Rarely seen but still there is a small, butterfly shaped nose ring on the left side of her noise. It is rarely seen because it makes Del’s nose itch like crazy so she leaves it out most of the time. Delta’s eyes are a shunning shade of blue that could rival the beauty of the ocean. Typically people dislike looking her right in the eyes for this fact alone as if she could possibly peer into their soul. Del’s complexion is a bit light than a regular, chocolate bar.
Clothing: Delta wears a black tank top that is hidden underneath a black, worn, leather jacket. Several of the pockets are missing zippers so they’re open just a bit revealing the contents within. A pair of black gloves the one’s that have the grips on them. A plain, black lanyard hangs from her neck with a set of keys attached to the end. One key is silver with spots of pink where it had once been painted and the other was just gold with Delta’s name engraved into it. Fitting nicely are her newly “purchased” skinny jeans, which of course are black. To finish off this daring outfit is a pair of five-inch black heels. With these heels she is easily one of the tallest girls in the room. She keeps two knifes strapped to her hip, both on her left side.
Personal:
Personality: There’s no doubt in the world that Delta’s very confident in herself because she knows that’s the only person she can rely on is herself. Her development in her abilities, the fights she’s been in, and thriving on her own has lead her to be this confident. This level of confidence has lead her to be slightly cocky, fearless even. Del can be a little too much to handle at times because she’s a bit reckless. Somehow she has gotten in her head that she can never lose and she’s nearly invincible. This leads to her being fearless as she is willing to take on any obstacle and any fight to prove to herself and to others that she’s capable.
Even though she’s a little full of herself she knows that she cannot handle everything on her own. She’d rather work with a teammate then by herself but most of the time it doesn’t work out that way. Delta doesn’t really have good social skills and because of this people thinks she rude. She tends to cut people off mid-sentence to say what she needs to say. Also, she has a tendency to yell at people a lot. It’s not always out of anger but when it is she tends to go overboard. When angry Del doesn’t think like a rational person, a more primal instinct seems to take over. Her personality shifts drastically and everyone who isn’t Delta is automatically a foe. She seems to become an uncontrollable, raging beast who cannot stop itself and its rampage until everything is killed/destroyed.
History: When Delta was a small girl her family moved to Poland from the United States to avoid something. She was never given an exact reason why they had to flee from their cozy home in the middle of the night. Her parents tended to be very secretive as if they were protecting their daughters from what they knew. Their arrival in Europe was a big hassle but one that Delta had long since forgotten except the memory of her sleeping on airport seats. Her sister, Diane, was much younger than her as she had been a newborn at the time while Delta was seven. Growing up in Poland was a strange experience, as she never really left her three-bedroom apartment. She almost never got the chance to get a formal education but if you could count her father’s lessons in math. This made her envious of the kid’s she would see outside her window heading to school. Sometimes she would carry a bag around to pretend she was off to school. Her parents always told her to knock it off but that never stopped her. Delta never knew her parent’s occupation only that they disappeared at various hours of the day for days at a time. This left her to take care of her infant sister and grow up faster than a child should.
On occasions she would be granted permission to visit her maternal grandparents who had lived in Poland their entire lives. Delta didn’t speak a lick of Polish and they knew English but they didn’t bother to speak it. This didn’t stop a strong bond from forming, as Delta would beg her grandparents to let her live with them. Eventually her wishes came true when her parents told her they had to return to The States and had to leave her here. They took her sister with them and they never explained why they couldn’t take her. To lighten her sadness her grandparents surprised her with a real backpack with actual school supplies. Tears streamed down her face as her grandparents told her she would be going to an actual school. Though, it was a smaller school than most and it was for non-native Polish children.
Fights. Delta wasn’t use to sharing with other kids and it had never been one of her strong points. Her first physical fight came two days after she was officially attending classes. When a boy grabbed her extra piece of paper to use for a drawing. After politely asking for it back and being rejected Delta took matters into her own hands. At this age she was bigger than most of the other kids and easily overpowered them. She shoved him out of his chair, kicked his chair, and then kicked him multiple times in the side. After the teacher intervened by restraining Delta to a chair while his assistant checked on the young boy. Upon closer inspection by a doctor it was determined that the kid had several bruised ribs and was in a lot of pain. No one wanted Delta to return to class for a while, not even her grandparents. She spent her break time in her grandparent’s apartment moping around and sitting on the windowsill staring out at the world. Which is where she sat as she learned about her parent’s death or murder depending on what you wanted to call it. Delta preferred murder because she just liked the word better than death. Her sister’s body wasn’t found with her parents meaning that either a) she is still alive or b) they killed her offsite. As with all news it eventually spread like wildfire throughout the neighborhood where she lived. Her parent’s death was big news, as their murders to this day have never been solved.
Delta returned to her class a month later to learn that the boy she had injured had dropped from that class the day before. She sat in class fuming with anger, which lead to a fight, how typical. This time it was some girl who kept badgering her about the death of her parents. After being ignored by Delta she delivered, “You know, no one really cares about your parent’s death, it’s just that they’re bored. And they mustn’t have cared about you as you’re still here. What. A. Loser” with extreme malice. Needless to say, Delta unleashed her rage with her fist and they did the action this time. The two girls were quickly separated and Delta was never invited back to another class, which was perfectly fine with her. Not so much with her grandparents, at the age of eight she had gotten into two fights within the span of two months. Fed up with her behavior they sent her to a boot camp/reform school where she spent the next ten years. When it was summer or break she would stay at her grandparent’s apartment. Delta had learned to control her temper for the time being but that didn’t stop her fighting. Her name was feared whenever it was mentioned, no one dare cross her path unscathed. She graduated from boot camp at the age of eighteen but even then her grandparents weren’t ready to have her living in the house. They got her her own apartment that was a block away.
The mark came while she was taking a bubble bath in the middle of the night. Delta could never fall asleep so she tended to take bathes to help relax her. The burning sensation came and went; she didn’t know anything had actually changed about her into she rose from the tub. Her arms had become like a diamond and she could see through it which freaked her out. Luckily she lived by herself and didn’t have to worry about someone else seeing her like this. For the next couple of days her arms remained like that until she forcibly willed it away. All of this came to a shock to her as she turned on the news and learned about the Atlantean race. After this Delta began working on perfecting her transformation in case she ever needed to use them.
Ability:
Crystallization
Del has an ability that is quite strange to her she can crystallize her skin into an extremely durable, diamond-like material. Through experimentation she has learn that she is not affected by fire on the places she has turned. She has not learned how to crystalize her whole body yet just bits and pieces. Making more than two of her body parts (two arms, two legs, arm and a leg) causes her to become faint and ultimately lose the crystallization. Despite her many attempts she has not been able to crystallization anything on her face, not even an ear. She not sure if this has to do with a fear she has of accidentally suffocating herself.
When in this “form” her mobility isn’t affected it isn’t like her skin has diamond on top of it. The diamond material is her skin and it keeps its same weight so it doesn’t burden Del too much. It does hurt if she constantly shifts from her normal skin to the crystalize skin. If it is destroyed in this form it is also destroyed in her normal form. This ability makes her more of a defensive type person because of its durability. The true strength of it is unknown but it can definitely leave a broken hand if it’s punched. Though, Delta’s not much of a defensive fight so she’ll swing her arms at people to hit them with the hard material. Her ability has the potential to be able to not just crystalize her skin but anything she touches. This is not a for sure thing as Del is just in the beginning of even mastering her crystallization.
I must say I have been interested in this RP from the off and have finally freed up enough time in my (frankly not so) hectic lifestyle to be able to commit. I am working on an SU at the moment but am having some issues with abilities.
As a real life Zoologist I believe sticking to what I know would allow me the most believability in my character/power choice. I basically need feedback on my ideas for abilities to ensure they are not overpowered.
My first instinct was to go with a form of metamorphosis. This is however massively overpowered so I've reassessed the idea and wondered if the following is still overpowered.
As an Atlantean my character has the ability to tap into the genetic memories of his genome. Possessing a highly unstable genetic code he can rewrite it moving down the evolutionary tree to achieve his desired trait. The further away from atlanteans the more difficult it is to achieve and the more unstable. This is especially true for traits that occur in species which have diverged from his evolutionary line (if that makes sense). So he could grow scales (although this is far back it is along the timeline of evolution for humans and so I assume along the timeline of Atlanteans). He would struggle to maintain bird like wings however and feathers. Birds diverging from reptiles before reptiles developed into mammals. The scales would drain him but feathers would do so much faster.
His powers would cause pain in everyday life as well as his body struggles to maintain its form. Shifting under high emotion perhaps not in a defined way as some powers would but rather in a more random way (Almost like a tumour but with aspects of differing species appearing).
Yet another handicap may be that changing his body in a way to mimic an animal not along his evolutionary line could cause some sort of physical deformity if done recklessly or in an uncontrolled way. Again the example of feathers would leave his skin where they appeared pockmarked or similar.
This limits him in some very large ways. Making a potentially over powered power in my view now possibly weaker than most. It means every time he uses his power he must think. He may use it in absolute emergencies but there are consequences which could be potentially life threatening. What do people think of this? Is it still overpowered or is it now workable within the RP?
EDIT: I had not read the posts above and I fear the power is much too similar to adaptability. I will have to have a rethink unless one of the GMs decides that although similar they are different enough.
Main Information: Name: Garrett Daniel Flynn Age: 17 Height: 183 centimeters/ 6 feet Weight: 69 Kg / around 150 Location: Massachussets Institute of Technology, Cambridge, Massachussets, America
Appearance:
Atlantean Tattoo: Located on Garrett's neck, underneath his left ear. The top is visible unless he is wearing a collared shirt, which is unlikely. The tattoo runs down until it reaches his clavicle. It consists of two curving lines that intersect about halfway down. A seperated diagonal line does through the intersection at a 45 degree angle. Physical: Garret is very lean. He isn't exactly the muscular type, and often gets picked on for his skinniness. He has really dark skin and tans easily. He has a sharp face that has a certain alertness to it, giving others the impression that he is always paying really close attention. His hair is long, brown, and shaggy. He often lazily pulls it back into a ponytail, but he sometimes wears it behind his ears. His eyes are deep blue, with great depth in them. He has perfect teeth, and keeps them white and healthy. His neck is rather skiiny, even compared to the rest of his body. His shoulders aren't really wide, giving him a gangly look with his long skinny arms. He has really long fingers as well. His fingernails are chewed up and pretty shabby, he bites them when he's nervous. His legs are long, but proportional to his height. They look longer than they are, considering their thin width. His feet are big, a size 11 (42 Euro) Clothing: Garrett wears T-shirts with iconic logos on them and jeans, most of the time. His shoes range from New Balance sneakers to cheap flip flops, though he is most seen wearing black sneakers. He wears jackets or hoodies in cold weather. His jackets are usually bright colors with black desgins on them, for example, a lime green hoodie with thick black lines diagonally tracing the left side. He wears corrective lens glasses, finding contacts too time consuming. For formal occations, he usually wears a regular, black tuxedo, and usually rented. He doesn't like shorts, because they don't cover his legs and he doesn't like people to see his skinny legs. His favorite Tee is a red shirt with spiderman's insignia on it. He has other superhero shirts, but spiderman is his favorite. His other shirts have thing like Coca cola on them, or say clever comments like "I'm only here for the wifi". His jeans are all black and skinny, though on him they aren't too form fitting.
Personality: Garrett is a quirky guy thats often said to be too smart for his own good. He sometimes misunderstands what people mean when they speak with him, or misses that it has meaning at all. He is a nice guy however, and doesn't try to get in people's ways. He does have friends, but not many, as his way of thinking is off from other people. He can seem dysfunctional and sporatic at times, often jumping from place to place doing everything that needs to be done at the same time. This often leads to him totally ignoring anyone in the room, and if he gets into something (like when he reads) a plane could literally land behind him and he wouldn't notice. When he does notice someone's feelings, however, he is sincere and trys to be helpful, but he usually isn't suited for helping people in that area. Around people he knows, such as family and classmates, he acts friendly and polite, trying to sound like he is paying attention to them, and not working on some abstract theory in his mind. Its not that he doesn't care, he just doesn't know what to say really. He does like humour and will often try to make jokes himself, usually failing due to over complication.
On the whole, he is a very respectful, polite, and honest young man. However, he does have the tendancy to automatically respond when he's zoned out. "Yes" "No" "Uh huh". If he says any of these things often, he isn't actually paying attention. He doesn't really connect with people often. He usually doesn't make it past the "whats up?" stage in a conversation. Fot the first time ina while, he has taken interest in something outside his studies. The recent news of the atlanteans has his facinated rather than afraid like his classmates. He wants to learn more about them, and how they have their abilities.
History: Garrett was born in Florida, USA. His parents were both average people, his dad a dentist and his mother a receptionist at his father's office. He has no siblings, and often came to work with his parents, staying in the waiting room reading all of the magazines. He had read them all by the tme he was 6, and moved on to checking out books from the library. Whatever Garrett read, he understood. When he went to school, he already knew a considerable amount than the other kids, and was placed in advanced classes. Even then, he was always ahead of the game. His parents were obviously proud of him, but concerned that he didn't have any friends. Well, he finally made one in the 3rd grade. Ricky, another bright kid, was always with Garrett. The two were almost insperable for a year. Garrett and Ricky could keep up with each other, a feat not accomplished by most people. One day Garrett and Ricky were walking home together from school, when Ricky collapsed. Garrett rushed to a nearby house, who's inhabitants called 911 when they heard what happened. Ricky was taken to a hospital, where it was revealed dehydration had caused him to fall. But while in the hospital, Ricky somehow caught pnemonia. It did a great job on his lungs, and he died a few weeks later.
Garrett, suprisingly, wasn't exactly torn by his friend's death. Sure, he was upset, but he continued life normally after a week or so. His parents were concerned about him, but he insisted that he was fine. He went back to school the day after Ricky died, and still made great grades. This continued until the fifth grade, where he was placed in a high school. He was often bullied and intimidated by the older kids, getting picked on because he was so young. Even then, he was usually one of the top scorers on tests. He felt like the others kids weren't like him, and often thought about himself as a superhero. He would stay up at night, thinking about a movie they would make about him. In school, he aced every standardized test the state had, and didn't miss a question on the SAT. By the time he was a senior, he had made perfect scores in all of his classes. His parents, teachers, and classmates were dumbfounded. He went off to college, where he finally thought people would be as smart as him. But he was still the sharpest guy there. Although, not as far ahead as he was in high school. He only just managed to stay on top, studying hard for the first time. He misses his parents, but he goes and sees them on holidays and long weekends, so its not a big deal.
He was in a lecture when the crystal was revealed. There wasn't a direct effect on him. He didn't even know the Atlanteans existed until the next morning. At first he was puzzled, then fascinated. He started gathering all the data he could on them, though aside from the fact they existed and were superhuman, nothing solid turned up. He started contemplating about their powers, hoping to understand and even mimic them, but he couldn't figure it out. Ten days later, he went swimming. While underwater, he started to feel tingly, and as if he had a rash on his neck and hands. When he came out of the water, people who saw him either screamed and fled, or froze. He didn't know why, so he dismissed the incedent entirely, as he usaully does. He did however, notice his hands as he lifted them out of the water. They had begun to form webbing between his fingers. At first, he thought his eyes were tricking him, but the webbing dissapeared before his eyes. Curious, he put them back underwater. The webbing slowly grew back. He dove underwater, and felt the rash on his neck again. It startled him, and he took a breath in. He could breathe. He opened his eyes underwater to see his hands again, and his eyes were covered by a clear eyelid, allowing him to see underwater without hurting his eyes. He became exicted that he was Atlanean (his only "logical" conclusion) and genuinely felt happy to be a part of something, which he had never experienced before
Ability: Garrett's body adapts to his enviroment if he is currently unfit for it. Garrett experimented on himself, and found that he could adapt to accomodate for most situations. His night vision improved (although not as good as his day vision) when he went into dark places, his pupils growing to inhuman sizes. He walked on gravel, and the bottom of his feet hardened and made the pain lessen. He turned his dorm temperature down to 36 degrees (F), and his skin thickened and kept him warmer. It seemed most situations caused his body to adapt to survive.
When being hit by blunt objetcs, his skin hardens to keep himself from hetting hurt too much. His skin becomes fore retardent in extreme heat conditions, and he can adapt to survive without oxygen or water for extended periods of time. His skin can also turn spongy, which softens attack rather than deflect them. It won't make him physically stronger or faster, but it can make him more limber and flexible. His bones can become stronger, his height can change, and he can even regurgitate poison he swallows. He can't control his ability, rather it happens whenever the situation calls. He can't use it for camoflague persay, but it can alter his skind color to help predetors not see him (ex: his skin can go from tan to white when he is in arctic or anarctic regions, and it becomes darker when in the intense sun to help prevent sunburn and skin cancer). Finally, if he falls from extreme heights, his body softens to absorb the blow, but he can be killed from falling if the height is..5 stories or so high.
Revised SU with a new power. Possibly still OP and if so then I will again change it again.
Spoiler:
Main Information: Name: Charles (Charlie) Wallace Age: 24 Height: 5ft 10in / 178cm Weight: 59kg Location: Cambridge, England Appearance: Atlantean Tattoo:
Charles possesses a relatively small tattoo however it is situated in a highly visible place. The tattoo itself is an Ankh and is situated across his lips. The loop of the ankh surrounds the philtrum above his top lip and the horizontal line of the ankh stretches along the top lip itself. The vertical line of the ankh stretches from his lips down to his chest where it ends as a spike.
Physical:
Charles’ build could be described as lean. The facial features are a mis-match of imperfections which have resulted in a face that would be considered an acquired taste by most. His nose has been broken in the past and now has a slightly flattened and misshapen appearance which is most noticeable in profile. His eyes are a deep muddy green which can appear brown or black in poor lighting. This, frankly odd, face is topped off by messy unstyled hair of a relatively short length coloured a mousey brown.
Clothing:
Charles will rarely be seen not in a shirt, suit trousers and smart black shoes. The shirt sleeves will be rolled up to just below the elbows and the top two buttons undone. There is usually a slight bulge in his back pocket where he will keep his glasses. The glasses themselves have brushed gun metal, minimalist frames. They were prescribed for long sightedness however since his powers have been revealed he seems to no longer require them. The habit of wearing them when examining something has not died however and he will frequently be found wearing them.
Personality:
Charles can be mistaken for shy however this is not the case. He speaks when required and thinks before doing so. As a veterinarian he is required to appear confident and stern when dealing with potentially hysterical owners. He does not suffer fools gladly however and as such may appear aggressive or offensive when confronting those with differing opinions which he sees as nonsensical. He asks only that those with opinions present evidence as to why they believe what they do. His passion for the natural world in general is almost overwhelming and he will frequently burst into lectures on the subject.
Charles is a man who does not take life for granted. He will live it to its fullest and take every opportunity.
He will play with his glasses when wearing them and if not will massage the bridge of his nose with his fingers when he is in deep thought. Charles will frequently place his glasses case in his back pocket. This leads to the purchasing of many replacement cases as he promptly sits on it.
History:
Charles was born into a loving working class family in the East Anglia region of England. His mother was a carer for the elderly paid on a low basic wage and his father was away a lot with the RAF. This proved hard on his mother growing up and when he was 6 he began to help his mother care for his little brother in whatever way he could while his dad was away.
Having been brought up in a home full of animals his love of nature developed at a young age and only strengthened as he grew. His love of science grew alongside this and he was soon succeeding in school. His school life itself was uneventful however his marks were anything but. When he was 18 he attained a scholarship to a vet school and graduated 5 years later. The next couple of years involved his working at many varying vet clinics.
Earlier in the year the previous owner of the clinic at which Charles worked took ill and soon died. The man had had little time for people throughout his life and as such had no family to speak of. Charles bought the clinic and continued to run it for the year until the Atlanteans revealed themselves.
He had been with a patient at the time of the revealing. The owner stood watching as gave the Jack Russell her routine vaccinations. He felt an itch across his lips but thought nothing of it. He finished and looked up to speak to the woman watching him as he pulled off his gloves. All colour had drained from her face and when he asked what was wrong all she did was touch her lips, grab her dog, thank him and leave. Charles watched as the door closed. A small mirror hang on the back. He caught sight of his face and gasped. A tattoo of an ankh had appeared from nowhere.
After a few cups of coffee and a sit down he had recovered his composure. Charles decided to continue with his appointments for the day and to prevent questions wore a surgical mask the entire time. The first patient to enter the examination room was a rather sickly looking black and white guinea pig. Charles reached down to touch it with his left hand and as he did so the lump on its shoulder which appeared to be the issue receded. Charles promptly collapsed.
He awoke the next day in hospital. A nurse approached and told him of his collapse and the malignant lump on his shoulder. Charles just lay there. Terrified and amazed. He turned on the news and watched as his nature was revealed to him. He was an atlantean. The same images crossed the screen over and over. Politicians refusing to comment, pictures of some crystal, people who claimed to have seen the unveiling first hand. People were terrified and so was Charles. A doctor soon appeared to examine him now he was awake. George shook the mans hand. The doctor stopped mid shake, terror in his eyes. Slowly he crumpled to the floor. At the end of the process the Doctor’s skin was dry and cracked, his eyes were blank. The pain in Charles’ shoulder was gone and his body felt revitalised. Panic took over and he pulled the curtain around his bed to hide the scene from view. He dressed quickly and left the hospital. He had to find someone who could help him. He had to find others.
Ability:
Charles has the ability of life force manipulation. A useful ability and potentially powerful if not for the rules:
1) There must be a source for the life force.
2) Life force cannot be retained within the body without causing serious stress.
3) When draining or healing the process cannot be stopped. If you drain life force from something you will kill it. This is flexible only when Charles drains from himself. Such actions leave him near death but not actually dead.
4) Restoring something to life is practically impossible. Such an action would require many deaths to achieve. This would be reduced if Charles himself was sacrificed along side others. A person or animal returned to life would likely be heavily brain damaged or die again shortly after depending on how long they have been brain dead.
The power is simple to use but the many rules hamper its usefulness as Charles is more of a conduit. The left hand heals and the right drains.
Thank you for your SU, Lt. Col. Fantastic, we have had other people show interest and will wait for everybody to post their SU before deciding on who will join. We will notify of our decision when we have made it. :)
@Arctos + Retro Bug: Both your abilities are the same and are both broad. If you would like to refine them to a singular species such as Canine, Feline, Avian, etc. or change them entirely, that would be much appreciated.
I would have said mine is closer to adaptability (and possibly less broad as Charles could not for example make his body impervious to nearly everything merely use the toolbox given to him) with a pseudo explanation and balancing to make it completely impractical but I understand your worries and reasoning however and will have a think and make changes when I have thought of a new ability.
Edit: I do not mean for the post to sound as if I am annoyed. I'm not. I will edit this post and my SU soon with a new ability and possibly a highly edited character due to Charles being written to suit such an ability.
I made it a specific animal and added/deleted some things. I hope I'm not being too broad still.
EDIT:
Would Crystallization be a good one? Or is that already taken/similar to someone else's?
Like Emma Frost from X-Men: First Class? Yes, it should be fine, a suitable explaination that hopefully doesn't make it overpowered will be fine.
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I would have said mine is closer to adaptability (and possibly less broad as Charles could not for example make his body impervious to nearly everything merely use the toolbox given to him) with a pseudo explanation and balancing to make it completely impractical but I understand your worries and reasoning however and will have a think and make changes when I have thought of a new ability.
Edit: I do not mean for the post to sound as if I am annoyed. I'm not. I will edit this post and my SU soon with a new ability and possibly a highly edited character due to Charles being written to suit such an ability.
Alright, as you wish. There is no hurry, on an SU.
New SU is up however power may still be OP. As such it is not the most detailed and I will be happy to either revise the power or if the power is accepted then clean up the SU as a whole.
Okay, so, the AUP first sought out Nikolai. Then, Nikolai and Natalia made a smooth journey from Russia to an airport just outside Russia to do a few laps around Europe in a private jet so they would throw followers off their tail. Helena was found along the way and with Atticus, made a very shaky exit from Sweden via the plane. From there, they went to France to the AUP headquarters and met the leader, Emil Bernot and his son, Devon. After an awkward dinner, Helena and Nikolai had training sessions to hone their skills and went to bed. They are both woken by Atticus and are taken to a very busy breakfast. Currently, they are eating but a big reveal is coming soon. ;D
For the Librarian, Otto went and found Alex and Cira on a train. With the help of the Librarian, a mysterious man with many powers, they teleport out there to the librarians home base, under the vatican, where they see his library containing information about his many powers. for exchange for a taste of alex's blood, the librarian offers the father and son safety and a home. they go to bed and the next morning, natalia is there discussing with the librarian their strained relationship between him and the aup. now, cira should be off for training.
Heylo everyone! I'm making my comeback in PC with this sign-up for Atlantis Arising! Dun dun dunnn! Great to see you all again, or for the first time o/ I may be a bit rusty, but I'm gonna give it my all and hope that'll be enough!
And without further ado, BAM! SU!
P.S. If something's not up to standard, go ahead and tell me and I'll get right on fixing it ^^
Name: Leo Archibald
Age: 19
Height: 181cm
Weight: 74kg
Location: Copenhagen, Denmark
Appearance.
Atlantean Tattoo: The tattoo appeared on the back of Leo’s right hand, taking the form of what looked like waves, in a circle, surrounded by flames. The tattoo is a deep blue and tends to begin glowing softly whenever he uses his abilities. He does his best to cover it up from the sight of others.
Physical: Leo isn’t exactly what you would call handsome, but he’s far from ugly as well. A little in between, Leo stands at a regular height of a man, his build being described as ‘average’. He wears a mane of shoulder-length, brown hair draped down along the back of his head, leading his ears and forehead free (Think Loki from Avengers). He has dark blue eyes, and is more agile than muscular, should you have to define his looks like that. Other than that, he looks like a regular guy, no beard and no tattoos, despite that one tattoo on the back of his right hand.
Clothing: Leo likes to wear buttoned shirts, both the more colourful ones, as well as the plain white or black ones, short or long sleeved, depending on the weather. He wears jeans and a pair of sneakers, though he rarely puts on a t-shirt instead of his beloved shirts.
After the tattoo had appeared on the back of his hand, Leo began wearing gloves over both of his hands whenever he went outside, along with his brown coat, which goes to just beneath his rump, making it a semi-long coat, with nice, deep pockets. He doesn’t wear any jewelry or glasses, but he does keep his cellphone in his pocket, and a watch on his left wrist.
He’s usually seen in sneakers and jeans, along with a coloured, buttoned shirt, which is slightly opened. If seen outside, he would most likely be wearing his coat/jacket, along with the matching gloves to cover up the tattoo.
Personality: Leo has always been a rather held-back guy, doing his best to avoid at least most confrontations, as he’s not very good at handling himself against them, becoming both nervous and rather meek whenever a confrontation happens.
Despite this, he does have his heart in the right place, at least to a certain degree. He likes to think that people should be treated fair, but this feeling could be overshadowed, if he was afraid of being in danger for speaking his mind. He will help others if he can, but the more danger he would be in himself, the less likely it is that he would help, having always been a bit of a scaredy-cat, when it comes to fighting.
If you manage to talk to him away from any kind of fighting, for example, when he relaxes, he seems like a nice, mellow guy, who’s not afraid to get a drink with a friend and have a good time, laughing and smiling in earnest. He can get rather thoughtful and shut himself in at times, in an attempt to sort out his thoughts, though usually, it doesn’t last all that long, depending on the situation.
History: Having grown up in the ‘good’ part of Copenhagen, Leo had always been a little afraid of the unknown and the chaos, worried about what might happen if the chaos or those who bring it with them, would turn up at his doorstep. He grew up with his father, his parents having been divorced just about when he had been born. They grew up in the outskirts of Copenhagen, his father being a taxi driver, meaning that more often than not, Leo would have to take care of himself, make his own dinner once he was old enough, and so on. This made Leo able to become rather self-efficient, even if he won’t admit it.
Leo studied to become a chef, creating food and different dishes giving him a lot of pleasure, and being a perfect way for him to relax. His interest had sprung from back when his father continued to be called in to work, making Leo fend for himself. He quickly got absorbed in the world of cooking, and he loves to experiment with new dishes and tastes.
Having had just finished the second year in chef’s school, Leo had begun working at a restaurant, as an apprentice, in downtown Copenhagen, still living with his father, but gradually seeing less of him, due to both of their jobs being extremely time consuming. This was around the time when the Atlanteans revealed themselves and showed the world the crystal. That specific day, Daniel was at work, and had no clue what was currently going on. He only realized something was off, when the tattoo appeared on the back of his hand a couple of days later.
He thought it odd, that he suddenly had a mark on the back of his hand, realization about his heritage hitting him as he heard about the broadcast of the Atlanteans, immediately calling in sick from work, in an attempt to keep the tattoo a secret. What he least wanted, was something messing up his current, rather nice life. So for several days, he pretended to be sick and stayed at home, and in a bit of an accident, blinded himself several times as a result of his light-manipulative powers. He did, however, manage to get it under decent enough control within a week, to keep the ability from going off, but he had yet to figure out how to properly control and use it. Not that he wanted to use it. He simply wanted to go back to the way things were.
Ability: Leo has the power of Lumokinesis, meaning that he has the ability to control or manipulate light. This means that he can, among other things, bend existing light, to create illusions or mirages, create light on his own, concentrate light into powerful strikes, or even laser-like beams, and eventually, be able to move over distances at the speed of light.
This power, however, comes with a cost, and over time, he slowly becomes photosensitive. This effectively means that the longer and more powerful abilities he uses, he becomes ‘weaker’ to powerful light. It can induce headaches, create odd skin pigmentations and easily burn him in direct sunlight, once the sensitivity reaches a high level. At the use of lightspeed movement, his organs and body in general would find it hard to keep up with the rapid movement and eventually start breaking down, if he’s not careful with the use of it.
Writing Sample: This sample is from Disease Deoxys, where my character, Axel, who’s a Raichu, had just made it out of a dangerous situation with his injured friend, only to get into another sticky situation.
Spoiler:
Axel
Cerulean Forest
He continued to stare desperately down at her, his breath heavy from his injuries and the constant running he had endured. As Flight’s eyes fluttered somewhat open, a relieved smile spread on his face, visibly relaxing.
"Y-you saved me... T-Thank you, Axel..."
This prompted his cheeks to spark a little, mumbling out quietly under his breath to her.
“Shh, you need to save your strength. I’ll… I’ll go get so-“
Axel’s ears perked as he heard the crunching in the undergrowth as something quite heavy was moving into the small cove. He got up and spun around, staring up at the Scizor with one widened eye, the other still tightly shut. A shiver went through him as hopelessness showered across him.
A.. A scizor? And it’s infected too! I’ve… barely got enough energy to stand…
“Leave. Now.” It uttered. Axel slowly raised his shoulders, his tail drooping quite a lot behind him. As the Scizor moved forwards in a flash of motion, Axel hardly had time to react before the claw slammed down next to him, causing him to stumble backwards, landing on his rear, panting quietly.
There’s no way I can keep up with something like a Scizor, much less fight him in the state I’m in! I need to get… out of… here…
He slowly struggled to his feet, with visible problems, his eyes moving from the Scizor to Flight lying next to him, peacefully sleeping. He bit his teeth together and stepped in front of her, lowering his head and raising his shoulders as if ready to attack, staring defiantly up at the Scizor.
“I’m… not going to r-run and abandon her, if… if that’s what you’re thinking. You’re going to have to… cut me down if you want to take her.”
He panted heavily, ready to attack, should the Scizor make his move against him, even though it was unlikely he would even be able to dodge, should Gale attack. There was something about how he was standing and talking that showed that he had forgotten all about his fear and had accepted death as a possible outcome.
But even then, there was something about his eyes… the eyes staring up at the Scizor were full of fear, the only part of him that showed how he truly felt. He was afraid of dying, but not for his own sake. He was afraid of dying because Flight might be hurt if he couldn’t protect her.
@Sir Bastian, Retro Bug, Lt Col Fantastic and Arctos: I am waiting for another SU from another RPer before Skymin and I make our final decision on who we accept, but you have all made nice SU's which will make it hard to choose! Good luck to you all!
@Raikiri, Skymin and TheFinalWatchman:
ARF training post is up, Skymin and Raikiri, you will both need to do some sort of joint post with me, while FinalWatchman, if you have no queries, feel free to go ahead with your meditation.
@Supervegeta, Kiklion, The Warden and PkMn Trainer Yellow:
Just waiting for Kiklion's training post before we move on, but other than that, things are looking fantastic! Your fighting posts were superb and interesting to read.
@Red's Hawt Chibi Pelippers:
Nice to see you back, we have missed you.
So far Christian, Brian, Michael and Oakley have made it to the Atlantean Royal Family's Mansion in Boston, England safely, and after and interesting training session, they mad it to bed before getting up for breakfast and more training.
Leon has been joined by Erika, Archie and Jericho in the Syndicate on the evening of his second night there, now awake and somewhat fresh, they have begun testing each others bounds and are now currently fighting against clones of themselves!
@Everyone:So much has happened and I thank you all for making this RP come alive.
Main Information:
Name: Jet 'Lightning' Ingen
Age: 14
Height: 5’5
Weight: 110
Location: USA
Appearance:
Atlantean Tattoo: Am arrowhead pointing up on my chest, and two arrows twisting and rising up my arms.
Physical: Long light brown hair that reaches the base of his head that curls at the end. He’s skinny, but not scrawny. He has a telltale sign of a beard, and looks a bit older than he really is, about fifteen or sixteen. He has next to no upper body strength,and he has no abs, but his legs are muscular.His chest is prominent, much like a breastplate, and is as hard as a rock.
Clothing: He always wears khaki shorts, but the type if shirts he wears are different. He usually wears a plain white t-shirt, or a plain green t-shirt. He likes to wear beanies, specifically the ski variety. He has a retro wristwatch he takes with him everywhere he goes.
Personality: He’s a lighthearted kid whose fourteen years old. He doesn’t care what people say about him; he just wants to get on in life. He’s a bit of an oddball, but he knows what a good friend is, and he’s as loyal a person as anyone could be. He won’t let people hurt his friends. He’s clever, and can be a bit of a “smart ass”, which has also led to being made fun of. He’s a laughing stock, but he doesn’t care. All though he’s a goofball, he can be dead serious when it’s needed.
He again doesn’t care what people think of him, so he tends to act on impulse, and gets in trouble for it on occasion, which means a LOT. Whenever someone insults him, he just shrugs it off and says a snappy comeback and moves on. He may seem unlikable on the outside, but on the inside he can be sweet and caring. He hates watching people in pain and would do anything to help.
History: He grew up an awkward kid, oblivious to everything serious around him. He lived in a big city, a city slicker. He had a normal life, with normal friends, and normal parents. People thought he would never make it in the world because he was the only thing that WASN’T normal. As he grew older, he began to enjoy learning, especially about mythology and battle tactics and other such topics, and he was ridiculed for it. He just accepted the ridicule and turned it right back. When he was ten, he took up playing the guitar and became skilled with it, and dreamt of proving himself as a musician.
He grew older and more skilled with his instrument, but people doubted his ability. He kept hoping, dreaming that something amazing would happen so he could be more than just a regular kid. He hated being around so much normal. Once, while he was playing his guitar, he felt a tingling in his head, and passed out. When he awoke, he found tattoos he had never had before on his arms. He passed it off as a convenient smudge, and decided to wash it off in the shower. When he took his shirt off, he saw a tattoo on his chest, and freaked out. After scrubbing it for a while, he realized it wouldn’t come off. He played his guitar in frustration and every single window in the city shattered. He strummed it calmly right after that, and it fixed the very same windows he shattered.
Ability: When he plays his guitar, depending on his mood, it creates a magical aura that could destroy, create, heal, or even create emotions. If he’s angry and plays, every time he strums, it creates a blast of energy. If he’s feeling like he’s on top of the world and plays, it creates a light brighter than the sun. When he’s feeling calm, it just creates a simple breeze.
He has multiple effects from his multiple emotions, though his most common is when he’s excited, a blinding cloak of wind surrounds him. Although he has powers he hasn’t even discovered yet, he uses them whenever possible, and found out that he doesn’t even need to plug his guitar in for it to work. His powers automatically amplify its sound. His guitar is a BC Rich Revenge Warlock Flame Top
PLEASE NOTE THIS IS FROM A DIFFERENT APPLICATION
Writing Sample: The boat pulled ashore and a lively figure leapt off the bow, completely ignoring the gangplank. “See you guys when I’m famous” he called out to the crew of the S.S. Magikarp, and walked slowly to the solitary tent on the beachhead. The energetic young man strode into the tent full of confidence, and a bit of swagger.
Everybody in the tent gave him a strange look, and he just looked back with a huge grin on his face. ”Haru. Haru Hatake. Future explorer, future celebrity.” Everyone just kept staring at the boy like he was mad. The light reflected off of his long, curly light brown hair, so nobody could get a clear look at him. A voice from the crowd of people called out, “Who the hell are you?” He just kept grinning and repeated his earlier statement, and took a seat. Just watching what was going down.
The professors were hard at work, and the explorers were gathering supplies and checking on their Pokemon teams. Haru, however, just sat in the corner and watched. Finally a man had to know what he was doing, and asked him what he was doing here. “Why is everyone else here? I’m here to get fame and glory. If I’m lucky, treasure.” His hazel eyes lit up when that word came out.
The man laughed, disbelieving that such a small child could be an explorer. “Keep telling yourself that son” and he walked off, leaving Haru steaming and wanting to punch the man in the jaw. He skulked in the corner and continued to watch the goings on.
While he sat there pouting, he noticed a shadow hanging over him. He looked up to see a smiling man. He smiled. “Doctor Arden Stone!” he exclaimed loudly. “I’ve read your books, I like your research.” He started to fire question after question off.
The man laughed and sighed. “Sorry son, you’ve got it wrong. I’m Doctor Laughner. You must be Haru Hatake. I’ve seen your swagger, and I like your attitude.” Haru grinned and brushed invisible dust off his shoulders. The doctor laughed. “You have confidence. That’s exactly what I’m looking for.” He chuckled. “How do you feel about adventure mixed with Pokemon?”
Haru’s eyes lit up brighter than the sun. “Is this what I’m thinking is happening?” and Laughner laughed, then nodded. Haru fainted there on the spot.”
“Is anyone with this kid?” The older man called out.
I've been reading through the IC, and so far its looking pretty fantastic. I'm on page four, and I hope the rest is this awesome!
And a side note: When do you think the Sign Ups will be finished with evaluation? I'm not trying to be pushy, but I'm really excited to see if I can join in!I
@heretosay123: Thank you for you Sign Up, just waiting on one last RPer to post an SU before I make a judgement.
@Lt Col Fantastic, Retro Bug, Arctos, Sir Bastian and heretosay123: My decision for the three Roleplayers to join Atlantis will be made at 7pm NZST (GMT+12) on Wednesday 1st of August; just under 48 hours from the posting of this post. I wish you all good luck! Any changes you wish to make to your SU's need to be done by then.
@ Skymin, feel free to bunny Helena "to the elevator", because I don't think I'll have much to write about before that |D
Perhaps I'll just wait for Silver Rogue to post.
@ Skymin, feel free to bunny Helena "to the elevator", because I don't think I'll have much to write about before that |D
Perhaps I'll just wait for Silver Rogue to post.
I was thinking that too. Y'know, he's been saying "i'll post it tomorrow!" for a while now >_>
I'm just excited for the revelation of AUP's big secret or what it was. But I don't want to be the only AUP player xD Please tell me you're going to snatch some of the new players to AUP. AUP has the coolest characters, you know. And the most noble and believable goal. Sort of. I think. Yeah. Maybe. They are the best, anyways. I think.
The person above me is insane. Syndicate is the best. And coolest. But I have to admit, I like the AUP NPCs the best.
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@heretosay123, Arctos: Thank you for your Sign Ups, unfortunately you two did not make it through to the final 3. I wish you well in your Roleplaying adventures.
@Sir Bastian, Retro Bug and Lt Col Fantastic: Welcome to Atlantis Arising, you three have proved your worth in your Sign Ups and are ready to join the fight! I shall have a talk with Skymin and we will let you know when you may post your first post.
July 20th, 2012 (12:24 AM).
