Tower of Eternity - Signups and OOC

[Greenie]

Yeah, I mean doing a bit of quick research there's very few substances that will autoignite at 60 degrees C so that's a ok.

Okeedokee, added the limit of 60 C to the sheet.

 

[RJS]

Hello there! I'd love to join this RP! Assuming there are open spots, here's my app, let me know what you think.

Name Penelope "Pennie" Anne Baylor
Age 26
Appearance Pennie is 5'4" with a broad athletic build. She has brunette hair just long enough to braid and thin bangs. She can typically be found in jeans, a button up, and a nice blazer. Her clothing hides it but Pennie is built to stop a truck. She can usually be found in a full face of makeup though does prefer the 'natural' looks.

Gender Female
Ethnicity White
Country of Origin United States of America

Personality Pennie is a neverending optimist. She is kindhearted and friendly to everyone. It has gotten her into trouble, of course. Constantly looking for the good in people can get you hurt, but Naomi has learned and while friendly she is no longer gullible. That said, she hasn't let life bring her down. She is honest, hasn't told a lie since she was a kid, and self-sufficient. Though always the first to lend a hand she oftentimes has a hard time asking for help. She needs to prove herself.

Pennie loves makeup, romance novels, a well-organized office, and a successful company meeting. She enjoys working hard- at work and at the gym. Before working her 60 hour week Pennie starts her day in the gym. She has many acquaintances and isn't alone if she doesn't want to be. She's a strong but generic Christian that goes to church every Sunday and reads the bible in troubled times. Once meeting her, even though she lost most of her accent (unless she's mad), most people recognize her southern charm.

Pennie is really concerned with how she looks and though she tries to be open-minded, she was raised on a wealthy Texas farm and consistently finds herself saying or doing things she shouldn't. She avoids confrontation and isn't likely to defend herself unless she absolutely has to, but she hates bullies and steps in more-often-than-not for a friend, family member, or stranger. She doesn't like physical labor or chores, as she's nearly always had someone to do both of those things for her. (She's not afraid of hard work, but if it can be left to the help she's unlikely to do it.) Many consider her vapid, and they're not far off.

History
Pennie grew up on her family farm, Baylor Farms, but don't take it the wrong way. Her family farm has people that work on it and she never wanted for anything. Her family was wealthy and happy- she literally has a pony. Her mother taught her how to be a respectable, wealthy, southern woman- she knows sewing and needlepoint, formal manners, how to run a home, how to ride a horse, etc. Her nanny, Mrs. García, taught her Spanish and the importance of not letting a man rule her life.

She has four older brothers (don't feel bad for her parents, they were mostly raised by the help) who all went off to be very successful men. When it came time for her to go to college her father sent her, but unlike her brothers, she was expected to find a husband. Her father was angry when she didn't, but cutting her off did no good. While getting her degree in business Pennie had become a successful fitness and makeup blogger. "Pretty Pennies" supports her lifestyle, much like the one she grew up with, in New York City. Her parents still wish she would marry and have kids, but with the support of her brother's she's maintained a relationship with her family (albeit a long-distance one). It also helps that they both, begrudgingly, admit that she has done well for herself.

Pennie was, where else, in her work office when the EMP hit. More than anything she had been annoyed, sure that the government would handle whatever it was. She'd made her way to the gym, her body didn't look so strong by accident because the weights shouldn't have been impacted by the EMP. She never made it there, as two New York City muggers had taken advantage of the lack of technology and general chaos to attack someone and she'd immediately gone to help.

It had proven to be a mistake. She'd died in the fight, weight lifting didn't teach her anything about self-defense. She'd woken up where she'd died, her clothes coated in blood and dead bodies around her. It had been traumatic- she'd woken up screaming. She'd overheard people talking about a tower of obsidian in Philadelphia that had come up the day before. Was that why she'd somehow come back to life? (Was this the apocalypse?) She had to find out, had to know why death hadn't brought her to heaven like she'd always thought it would. She went home and packed, Philadelphia wasn't far but she had to go and she didn't know when she'd return.

Power Pennie has the ability to shock people with electricity, though right now it mostly feels like a snappy static shock.

Skills

• Pennie is really good at makeup and fashion (though there will likely be little use for this on the road).
• Pennie is a natural born leader.
• Pennie speaks Spanish. ((OOC: I don't speak Spanish, so if it comes up the Spanish won't be very good.))
• Pennie is very strong and healthy.
• Pennie is very good at riding horses and swimming.
• Pennie is a strong planner, especially so with budgeting.

Weaknesses

• Pennie has no self-defense training, at all.
• Pennie is brave but stupid, if worried that someone is in danger she will rush forward without thinking.
• Pennie is terrified of bugs and reptiles.
• Pennie is not used to going without and will not deal well with hunger or discomfort.
• Pennie will prioritize look over function any day.

Hi there! Definitely still places available, and you're very close to getting one of them! Just a couple things I'd like to see tweaked:

1. I'm gonna assume this is a bit of a typo, but at one point you refer to her as 'Naomi'.
2. "consistently finds herself saying or doing things she shouldn't" could you expand on this a little? What sort of things?

 

[HelloBeautifulChild]

Hi there! Definitely still places available, and you're very close to getting one of them! Just a couple things I'd like to see tweaked:

1. I'm gonna assume this is a bit of a typo, but at one point you refer to her as 'Naomi'.
2. "consistently finds herself saying or doing things she shouldn't" could you expand on this a little? What sort of things?

Yay!

1. Yeah... I fixed that, sorry! I changed the name halfway through.
2. Of course! I updated it in the original post but here it is:

...though she tries to be open-minded, she was raised on a wealthy Texas farm and consistently finds herself saying or doing things she shouldn't. "Why don't they just go to college?" or "Why not just ask your parents for the money?" In general, she has little to no understanding what it means to not be wealthy.

Thanks!

 

[RJS]

Yay!

1. Yeah... I fixed that, sorry! I changed the name halfway through.
2. Of course! I updated it in the original post but here it is:

Thanks!

Welcome aboard!

 

[RJS]

Alright folks, just a heads up that I'm going to be starting the IC thread in a week's time. Could you try and get your CSes finished by then, and if that's not going to be feasible can you give me a heads up ASAP

 

[HelloBeautifulChild]

Welcome aboard!

Yay!!

 

[The_J]

Name: Hazel Aran
Age: ???
Appearance:

Gender: female
Ethnicity: middle eastern
Country of Origin: Jordan


Personality: Hazel is a caring person, but she struggles to show it. She normally projects a rigid, tough exterior, and isn't sure when to let the shell crack and show weakness, or let off someone she cares about. As a result, she defaults to keeping the guard up most of the time, only relenting at the extremes - when someone breaks down, or she can't bottle her own emotions any further, which is a high threshold.



History: [???]


Power: Duplication - Hazel can produce up to four copies of herself, all of them acting as a hivemind. They can do everything she can, except they're more susceptible than her to repeated damage, which will turn their bodies to dust in only a few good blows. However, she can switch into one of their bodies in order to heal damage or change position - this takes around fifteen seconds of uninterrupted focus.



Skills:


Armed and unarmed combat: Hazel is very skilled with one-handed slashing swords such as a shamshir or a scimitar, as well as being reasonably adept with other kinds. She can also fight with prowess hand-to-hand should she need to.


Evasion: surviving over the years has led to Hazel being adept at going unseen, be it in the dark or the middle of a crowd, especially with the use of her power.



Weaknesses:


Cowardice - despite any bravado, Hazel is deathly afraid of failure. When it comes to fighting a superior or even equal enemy, she's more likely to run than fight - especially [???]. This is why she [???]

People - in [???], Hazel still has not learnt proper interpersonal skills. She can come off as overly hard on people and struggles to convince people to do anything.


No, this isn't an SCP.

 

[Boo Girlie BoomBoom]

Alright folks, just a heads up that I'm going to be starting the IC thread in a week's time. Could you try and get your CSes finished by then, and if that's not going to be feasible can you give me a heads up ASAP

Just gots really busy and gotta drop. Good luck with RP^^

 

[Spekkun]

Name: Satele Shan

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Half Korean, half Caucasian

Country of Origin: United States

Personality: Seemingly confident yet nearly entirely reserved, Satele is a tough nut to crack. She seemingly always has a game face on and, the few moments that she doesn't, it's rarely more than a slight smile or a frown. Outbursts of emotion are hardly something she performs, preferring to keep those bigger feelings inside. It's probably because of this that she appears to be confident, and to some extent she is. She's very good at keeping her calm and making the best out of a situation, as it takes quite a lot to cause her to lose control of herself. In fact, she's quite good at critical thinking, maybe even to the point of overthinking things.

Of course, all of this comes at the price of making her a little socially inept. Expressing herself is something she finds difficult and as such, she can find socializing to be exhausting, even if she is having a good time. With all that being said, she does actually enjoy the company of others.

While Satele does enjoy the company of others, she doesn't like confrontations, especially those that can turn especially messy. She does enjoy writing, it's one way for her to get her frustrations out. She seemingly has a weakness for cute things such as kittens and small children and the like. She has an odd penchant for horror. However, she can't stand a no-win situation or finding herself unable to find a solution to a problem, nor does she like traveling.

History: The youngest and last born of her parent's children, Satele was born in the city of Chicago late in her parent's lives. they were already approaching their mid-40s, resulting in a disparaging age-gap between her much older brothers and sisters, who at this point barely had a presence in the house, if at all. With her parents being older and still working, as well as her siblings being out of her life, for the most part, Satele's childhood was rather quiet and even isolated, which in turn led to her reserved nature.

She was only 16 when her father passed, shot and killed on his way home from work. It was this event that caused Satele and her mother to move out of the city and to a safer neighborhood in the suburbs of southern Illinois, something they found financially difficult pretty soon. Eventually, the two moved in with her eldest brother and his family in the city of Philly. It was an awkward couple of years for her as she didn't have much contact with her siblings growing up except for the occasional visits they would grace her house with. As such, she never had a close bond with them, in fact, it almost seemed like calling them brother and sister were more of a formality than anything else. But it was anything but terrible, and it was nice to have more people around, even if it was exhausting for her.

Satele was driving back to Philidelphia from her university in Illinois to visit her ill and fading mother when the EMP hit, causing her and many others on the road that night to lose control of their cars. Satele was unfortunate to be hit by a semi-truck on the driver's side, dying upon impact. When she awoke back at her univesity with a start. Was it a dream or did it truly happen? She checked the news, hearing about the strange tower in the same city her mother was at. Without thinking about it, she started for Philly once more.

Power: Telekinesis. If she focuses hard enough, Satele is able to move small objects such as cups, pencils, etc small distances with her mind.

Skills:

• Satele is quite the critical thinker. She's adept at making decisions that are good for her in both the short term and the long term.
• She's adept at self-defense techniques. Martial arts was something she was drawn to when she was going to University.
• Pretty darn good at mathematics.

Weaknesses:

• She's socially inept.
• She can over think things sometimes, particularly if it's stressful for her.
• Not much of a team player.

 

[RJS]

Name: Satele

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Half Korean, half Caucasian

Country of Origin: United States

Personality: Seemingly confident yet nearly entirely reserved, Satele is a tough nut to crack. She seemingly always has a game face on and, the few moments that she doesn't, it's rarely more than a slight smile or a frown. Outbursts of emotion are hardly something she performs, preferring to keep those bigger feelings inside. It's probably because of this that she appears to be confident, and to some extent she is. She's very good at keeping her calm and making the best out of a situation, as it takes quite a lot to cause her to lose control of herself. In fact, she's quite good at critical thinking, maybe even to the point of overthinking things.

Of course, all of this comes at the price of making her a little socially inept. Expressing herself is something she finds difficult and as such, she can find socializing to be exhausting, even if she is having a good time. With all that being said, she does actually enjoy the company of others.

While Satele does enjoy the company of others, she doesn't like confrontations, especially those that can turn especially messy. She does enjoy writing, it's one way for her to get her frustrations out. She seemingly has a weakness for cute things such as kittens and small children and the like. She has an odd penchant for horror. However, she can't stand a no-win situation or finding herself unable to find a solution to a problem, nor does she like traveling.

History: The youngest and last born of her parent's children, Satele was born in the city of Chicago late in her parent's lives. they were already approaching their mid-40s, resulting in a disparaging age-gap between her much older brothers and sisters, who at this point barely had a presence in the house, if at all. With her parents being older and still working, as well as her siblings being out of her life, for the most part, Satele's childhood was rather quiet and even isolated, which in turn led to her reserved nature.

She was only 16 when her father passed, shot and killed on his way home from work. It was this event that caused Satele and her mother to move out of the city and to a safer neighborhood in the suburbs of southern Illinois, something they found financially difficult pretty soon. Eventually, the two moved in with her eldest brother and his family in the city of Philly. It was an awkward couple of years for her as she didn't have much contact with her siblings growing up except for the occasional visits they would grace her house with. As such, she never had a close bond with them, in fact, it almost seemed like calling them brother and sister were more of a formality than anything else. But it was anything but terrible, and it was nice to have more people around, even if it was exhausting for her.

Satele was driving back to Philidelphia from her university in Illinois to visit her ill and fading mother when the EMP hit, causing her and many others on the road that night to lose control of their cars. Satele was unfortunate to be hit by a semi-truck on the driver's side, dying upon impact. She awoke hours later, dry and crusted blood covering half her face and seemingly stuck in what could barely be recognized as a car.

Power: Telekinesis. If she focuses hard enough, Satele is able to move small objects such as cups, pencils, etc small distances with her mind.

Skills:

• Satele is quite the critical thinker. She's adept at making decisions that are good for her in both the short term and the long term.
• She's adept at self-defense techniques. Martial arts was something she was drawn to when she was going to University.
• Pretty darn good at mathematics.

Weaknesses:

• She's socially inept.
• She can over think things sometimes, particularly if it's stressful for her.
• Not much of a team player.

All looking pretty good, with two exceptions. Firstly, her family has a surname right?

Secondly, she wouldn't be waking up where she died, she'd be waking up where she'd slept the previous night, i.e. her uni dorm.

Otherwise solid!

 

[Spekkun]

Edits have been made, sir! I dunno how I forgot the last name xD my bad. Must be because I copied it over from word.

 

[Joan]

Layen Carsen

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Age: 31
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Country of Origin: USA

Appearance: Layen stands tall and straight-backed at 5'10, carrying himself with a quiet air of confidence that people don't always notice at first glance. Grey eyes quietly survey the world in front of him, often accompanied by a thoughtful frown or an absentminded smile. His dark, curly hair is generally still ruffled from sleep, although he does bother to comb out any ends sticking out or other oddities. When he can, he often leans casually against any surface he can find, be it a countertop, table, or the wall, keeping his arms crossed loosely in front of him. He is strong, but not terribly so, though that's something that will improve over time.

He typically wears a brown or green turtleneck, a brown jacket, grey cargos, and sturdy hiking shoes. In warmer weather, however, he sticks to plain t-shirts.

Personality: Layen has always been a quiet and thoughtful sort. He doesn't do anything without thinking it through thoroughly, and even then, he tends to proceed slowly and cautiously. He treats new people the same way--if he doesn't know them, he will remain silent and observe their actions until he forms an opinion. If he likes somebody, he'll become more talkative around them, often thinking out loud or asking their opinion on things. If he doesn't, he will remain silent except for the occasional comments on their actions (mostly things like "that wasn't wise", "I wouldn't do that if I were you", or "you're doing it wrong, this is how you're supposed to do it").

He is unfailingly honest around everybody, whether he likes them or no. He has learned over the years that people don't always appreciate honesty, however, so he does try to show a bit of discretion around the people he likes, and if somebody who knows him asks him something and he says "You wouldn't want to hear it", they generally take his word for it. This makes him dependable, but it also means he tends to appear cold and harsh to people who don't know him.

History: Layen is the oldest child of two, with his sister being roughly four years younger than him. He grew up being very much the protective older brother, always keeping an eye out for his sister and making sure she had somebody to spend time with if she needed it. He learned early on that while people said they appreciated honesty, often there was a fine line between the truths they were willing to hear and the truths they rejected, and while this was somewhat baffling to him, he learned to stay silent and keep to himself for the most part.

Eventually, as he grew older, he wound up working for a help line for computer troubleshooting. It was decent enough, even if it required a ridiculous amount of patience sometimes, and he still had time for the things he cared about--namely, his younger sister. They went out together most weekends, and it was on one such weekend that the EMP went off.

They were on their way to their favorite bar when the pulse went off. The cars in the street screeched to a halt, the lights in the stores next to them went out, and everything just stopped. For a moment, there was silence, the communal shock of downtown San Antonio hanging in the air. Then, all hell broke loose. People started screaming, climbing out of wrecked cars, running through the streets to safety. He gripped his sister's arm, pulling her close, and began moving toward the building he worked in. It was all he could think of that would be safe--all that was really there were various electronics, and they had been fried in the pulse. Surely nobody would try to loot there, though his heart sank with every scream and every shatter of glass.

When they got there, they were greeted by two wild-eyed men and a woman who had decided the building would be a good place to hole up. Two of them held makeshift weapons, a mop and a bat, in shaking hands. One held a gun, and he aimed it at them when they opened the door, pulling the trigger in his panic before they could have a chance to explain. Layen was in the front, and the shot hit him in the gut. With what remained of his strength, he shoved his sister away, telling her to run.

The next day, he woke up in his apartment, and his hands went to his stomach. There was no bullet, or even any evidence one had ever been there. He pulled out his phone on instinct before recalling the EMP, but he tried turning it on anyway, just in case. It worked, but as it came on, he noticed that it couldn't seem to get a signal. That didn't matter, however. What mattered was the date it gave him. It confirmed that what had happened the day before wasn't some weird nightmare or something else bizarre. That is, unless he had slept a whole day away.

Turning on the TV helped explain some things. The EMP had ended, and a strange tower had come up in Philly. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that was where he should go. It was probably connected to everything else that had happened the day before, and even if it wasn't, where else was he going to go? His sister probably thought he was dead, and though it hurt to leave her believing that, he knew that she would have a harder time handling the truth, especially if he couldn't explain it himself.

Power: Layen can manipulate shadows. Currently, he can only animate his own shadow, and all it can do is move around and push objects or people, though pushing takes as much effort as if he was physically pushing the object. He cannot detach it from himself. He also has weak night vision, and can see in the dark as if it was dimly lit.

Skills:

• Observant - Layen is good at picking up on details and remembering them.
• Dependable - Layen is honest and loyal to a fault, making him extremely dependable in times of crisis.
• Cautious - Layen knows to tread carefully, and doesn't make his move until he's good and ready.

Weaknesses:

• Bad Liar - Layen is not experienced with lying, even from necessity, and really doesn't see the point in doing so. On the unlikely occasion that he does try to lie, he will not be terribly good at it.
• Uncompromising - Layen is firm in his beliefs and choices and often refuses to compromise with others.
• Untrained - While Layen is strong and determined, he has not received any training, and as such, will fall quickly against a more experienced fighter.

 

[Joan]

First CS is done, I have another one in progress but I wanted to get this one finished first. I wrote this in bits and pieces at weird hours of the night, so lemme know if anything needs changing XD

 

[RJS]

Edits have been made, sir! I dunno how I forgot the last name xD my bad. Must be because I copied it over from word.

Accepted!

First CS is done, I have another one in progress but I wanted to get this one finished first. I wrote this in bits and pieces at weird hours of the night, so lemme know if anything needs changing XD

Ok, so here are the changes that are needed:

Accepted!

 

[Eru]

Max

Name: Maximilian (Max) Fisher
Age: 29
Appearance: https://i.imgur.com/KNJVyyn.jpg
Gender: male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Country of Origin: US

Personality:

Quick to speak his mind, whether or not it is wise at the time. A proponent of honesty, brutal or soft. Time has not tempered his unquiet mind, for better or worse.

Likes his coffee black, and his nights blacker. Patrols were a comfortable rhythm for Max once he got used to them. Nothing much to see, nothing much to think about.

Dislikes change in routine. Completely hates it, will do anything to avoid it.

History:

Hailing from a fractured family, Max struck out on his own path as soon as he was able. Prior to the emergence of the obsidian tower, Max was a police officer, assigned to the night patrol. He'd been operating for a few years in relative peace, though the odd criminal from time to time did show a bit of foolish bravado in the face of justice. Nonetheless, all was well, for some time.

A certain officer Amanda Jennings, Max's supervisor, had been working with him on several larger cases of embezzlement and counterfeiting for the past months. She is a military veteran, having served in a recent deployment and returned a grittier human.
Lately, Max's police squadron has been assigned for patrol and observation on numerous small outfits scattered throughout the city. They appear to be linked in nothing but method, and yet the sinister undertones associated with each new division discovered sends a chill down one's spine. Abductions, coercive force, and even rumors of ritualistic human sacrifice are all among the police reports. If not for concern for personal safety, these outfits could have been flushed out long ago. But without the aid of national troops to round up these outfits all simultaneously, the chance of success was scarce, and so nothing continued to happen except observation, recording, and red tape.

It was for these reasons that Max now found himself clambering into a light recon chopper, equipped with cameras and spotlights and stripped of any identifying markings but for a toggleable police dome light. Officer Jennings stood nearby on the rooftop landing pad, watching the controls light up.

"Remember Max. Same patrol as always. Don't go looking for trouble again, I don't want to have to bail you out of the lake like last week." Jennings smirked in spite of herself. The image of Max furiously dripping and spitting up water while wrapped in a 'Finding Nemo' blanket to get dry was just too much.

Grunting, Max strapped himself into the chopper's cockpit and engaged the engine. "You know perfectly well that was a completely avoidable incident," he called over the rising whine of the rotors. "Tell officer chum-for-brains not to get lost in a car wash this time!"
"I'm sure Officer Chamberlain will appreciate the advice!" Shaking her head now, Jennings waved and stepped off the landing pad as Max closed the cockpit windows. Max may be a bit mad, but he was one of the most dependable officers on the force. Spinning up the rotors, Max fully engaged the engines and lifted the chopper off the pad, into the air. He spun it around once for show, as Jennings made a shooing gesture at the vehicle, and then took off into the dimming night sky.

From the pad, Amanda Jennings was about to head back inside the police station, but she paused to watch Max navigate the chopper through the narrow opening between two tall buildings. Chum-for-brains, she thought. Has a nice ring to it. And then, Max's chopper nearly imploded.

Horror-stricken, Amanda watched in obliviousness to the rest of the world as the helicopter's rotors simply flew off of their connections. The chopped immediately and irrevocably nosedived, and struck the side of one tall building in its fiery descent. Aghast, Amanda grabbed her pocket radio, but there was nothing, not even static. She looked around in a panic, but there were no lights, no electricity, no power at all.

Sounds of a scuffle broke out in the station below, and Amanda snapped back to reality. She threw herself downstairs, and her commanding yet cracking voice could be heard even on the roof. "Pollock! Hastings! With me, and grab your medkits and one of the other nurses. Comms, find out what on God's green earth just happened to our power!!"

Jennings and her officers ran through the streets on foot, skirting crashed cars and downed power lines. But they were already too late; by the time they arrived, the inferno had consumed the chopper and burned itself out, twisting the vehicle into a sad heap of charred metal and melted wires. Amanda nearly threw up at the sight. For within, the body of Max Fisher lied mangled and crushed, bloody and burnt.

Reality struck again, and Amanda was stirred from the nightmare image. "... It's no use. He's dead." She looked up into the night sky, and then around at the chaos that was already beginning to unfold. "We've got work to do."

power

Lightning Manipulation

• The shocking tendrils emerge from mysterious geometric symbols in the palm of his hand, suggesting a connection with otherworldly strength, though whether holy or unholy is unknown.
• In a practical sense, lightning sparks from his fingertips, enough to inflict minor wounds via direct contact with another being. The lightning's intensity will increase as Max begins to rage.
• This can also be used as a contained source of light in the dark.

attributes

Skills:
Max possesses a photographic memory, training in martial combat and weapon handling.

Weaknesses:
The inability to stay calm under pressure has always been one of Max's key flaws. This may manifest in the form of interrupting a conversation to make a point, or slamming a tire iron onto some unfortunate soul's skull in the hopes of knocking some sense around. Largely his lashing-outs are vocal, not physical, in nature.
Also, Max is afraid of Things That Should Not Be. The concept of un-death is something totally new, foreign, and terrifying, and will take time to come to grips with. Max is scared of death.

 

[Eru]

Apologies for the delay! Took me a bit to get the kinks sorted out in his personality, haha. Also the backstory is a bit of a wandering read, though I'll be making use of a character from it when the time comes for opening posts.

 

[Starlighter]

In the interest of making the deadline, I decided not to fight with making this mobile compatible, because headache. All the information is in the spoiler below if anybody is needing to read this on their phone or whatever. :p Anyway, if any changes are needed, just lemme know and I'll get 'em done as soon as I can!

*Fancy CS coding removed following the August 2018 site update due to incompatibility.

Name Stanley Savage
Age 24
Appearance Standing at 5'8'' Stanley isn't quite tall, but neither is he noticeably short. He has a slightly stocky build, with muscles toned from hours of repetitive physical exercise. He keeps his hair cropped short and usually entertains a very slight five-o-clock shadow. For the most part, he chooses to dress with simple functionality, choosing muted solid colours in a comfortable, casual everyday style.
Gender Male
Ethnicity Caucasian
Country of Origin Canada (Vancouver)


Personality:
Stanley is focused and disciplined, with little use for laziness. He is a goal oriented over achiever of the highest order, with excruciatingly high expectations of himself. Organization comes naturally to him while idleness and boredom are the banes of his existence - he can't stand to be inactive for long, always on the hunt for something productive and constructive to be doing. For the most part, he is serious and down to earth, leaving the joking and messing around to people with nothing better to focus on.

Stanley is the sort of person who won't approach anything without a plan, and he excels at thinking for the long term. While he is usually well prepared and able to execute his actions with precision and care, he is remarkably bad at adapting to change and handling surprises. Consequently, he is a creature of habit - routine is what keeps his world turning, and deviating from it is not only an inconvenience but highly stressful for him.

The usefulness of others is something that he considers to be negligible; experience working with those less responsible than himself has taught him that dependability is rare, and that trust should be kept in reserve for a select few who will go the extra mile to earn it. He is cautious and wary, skeptical of the unknown and any uncertainty that it might bring. He prefers predictability and security, and can at times come across as somewhat stiff and overly proper.

History:
Stanley was born and raised in Vancouver, British Columbia, between two older brothers and two younger sisters. His father was a remarkably skilled businessman, self-employed as the owner of several Tim Hortons franchises, while his mother made her profession that of homemaker. For the duration of his childhood, there was nothing lacking by way of money or activity - with her children as the centre of her world, Mrs. Savage was a whirlwind at fashioning their lives, primarily in the form of ferrying them to and from an excess number of extracurricular activities. From dance lessons to sports to impromptu mini vacations across the country, there was scarcely ever a moment to spare in the Savage household.

With such a non-stop pattern of breakneck busyness, Stanley grew to detest most of these activities both due to having no say in whether or not he participated, and as a result of how exhausting it became. In his early childhood, it became a source of contention between himself and his parents, which eventually resolved when he was allowed to choose a single activity to focus his time on, free of parental intervention. He chose the one thing that held no interest for any of his siblings, ensuring that his participation in it would be utterly independent - tap dancing. While the non-stop lifestyle of dashing hither and thither never gained any true appeal for him, he was never quite able to settle for boredom.

At first, it was just a necessary compromise. But, gradually, he came to genuinely enjoy and even love tap. Unfortunately, the peace was not to last. A few months after settling into this new routine, he started having seizures. During the chaos and uncertainty that came with it, dance became his haven, a safe place where he could get lost and forget to worry.

Into his teen years, he became increasingly more convicted of the path he dreamed of following for the rest of his life - there was nothing else he had ever wanted to do, so it was a simple decision. His goal was to become a professional tap dancer, his vision was to perform in the hopes that his audience would enjoy their side of it as much as he enjoyed his own.

All his dreams, all the years of his life spent preparing were decimated in the space of a few minutes.

While crossing the street on his way home from practice, Stanley experienced his last and most impactful absence seizure. The careless driver who blew the stop sign might otherwise have been granted the benefit of careening towards an alert pedestrian capable of maneuvering out of the way. Instead, he would go on to spend the rest of his life regretting the consequences of one stupid decision. The accident left Stanley with a badly broken leg that would never fully heal, and no chance of living the life he had always envisioned.

When the news was broken to him in the hospital that he would have a limp for the rest of his life and never again be able to dance the way he used to, his emotional state spiraled downward at breakneck speed. Within the week, he was severely depressed. His friends and family were naturally concerned, but unfortunately, they all bought into the misconception that it would pass and that he would find a new purpose. Surely everything would return to normal.

After nearly a year, it was abundantly apparent to all involved that things were not going to return to normal. While mentally and emotionally there was some - if minimal - positive progress, Stanley remained listless and disinterested in life on the whole. As he seemed to have lost all initiative to find a purpose for his life, his parents took it upon themselves to give him one by choosing a college in Philadelphia and shipping him off to live with his aunt and uncle until the fall.

Unfortunately, the well-intentioned plan conceived by Stanley's parents turned out to backfire royally. While they may have thought a change of scene was in his best interest, they failed to properly consider how stressful and difficult he finds even small changes in routine. As a result, the sudden, drastic uprooting brought about a swift downward turn in his emotional state.

Early on the morning of the pulse, he went for a walk along the Ben Franklin Bridge that ended when he took it upon himself to jump off, and that was that - until that is, he woke up safe and sound in his aunt and uncle's house the next morning, much to their relief and his confusion. Now, he's determined to find out why death failed to stick, and if the pulse or the mysterious tower have anything to do with it.

Power: Stanley has the ability to change his weight without altering his mass, but only within a certain range/by a factor of 4. Currently, he can go as light as 17kg and as heavy as 240kg.

Skills:

Self Control - By far one of Stanley's best qualities is his ability to harness control of himself. While not without effort, he is able to demonstrate an impressive level of restraint.

Independance - He is excellent at taking care of himself in order to remain completely self-sustaining. He excels at working alone and making the most of his own abilities to take on life's challenges.

Determination - When he sets his mind to something, he will give everything he has to see it through. He takes commitment seriously and can be thoroughly relied upon to fulfill his responsibilities.


Weaknesses:

Epilepsy - In his childhood, this first manifested as absence, then as grand mal seizures. However, as he grew older, the absence seizures eventually grew much less frequent until he recently stopped having them altogether, although he does still occasionally experience grand mal seizures.

Lone Wolf - A prideful, stubborn need to do things on his own makes it difficult for Stanley to accept help from others, even when he knows full well that he needs it.

Poor Memory - Stanley has always had a less than stellar ability to remember things, making him slightly absent-minded at times. While this is for the most part only a minor inconvenience, it can prove to be quite dangerous if he forgets to take his medication, or forgets that he's already taken it and takes it again unnecessarily.

 

[RJS]

In the interest of making the deadline, I decided not to fight with making this mobile compatible, because headache. All the information is in the spoiler below if anybody is needing to read this on their phone or whatever. :p Anyway, if any changes are needed, just lemme know and I'll get 'em done as soon as I can!

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Name Stanley Savage
Age 24
Appearance Standing at 5'8'' Stanley isn't quite tall, but neither is he noticeably short. He has a slightly stocky build, with muscles toned from hours of repetitive physical exercise. He keeps his hair cropped short and usually entertains a very slight five-o-clock shadow. For the most part, he chooses to dress with simple functionality, choosing muted solid colours in a comfortable, casual everyday style.
Gender Male
Ethnicity Caucasian
Country of Origin Canada (Vancouver)


Personality:
Stanley is focused and disciplined, with little use for laziness. He is a goal oriented over achiever of the highest order, with excruciatingly high expectations of himself. Organization comes naturally to him while idleness and boredom are the banes of his existence - he can't stand to be inactive for long, always on the hunt for something productive and constructive to be doing. For the most part, he is serious and down to earth, leaving the joking and messing around to people with nothing better to focus on.

Stanley is the sort of person who won't approach anything without a plan, and he excels at thinking for the long term. While he is usually well prepared and able to execute his actions with precision and care, he is remarkably bad at adapting to change and handling surprises. Consequently, he is a creature of habit - routine is what keeps his world turning, and deviating from it is not only an inconvenience but highly stressful for him.

The usefulness of others is something that he considers to be negligible; experience working with those less responsible than himself has taught him that dependability is rare, and that trust should be kept in reserve for a select few who will go the extra mile to earn it. He is cautious and wary, skeptical of the unknown and any uncertainty that it might bring. He prefers predictability and security, and can at times come across as somewhat stiff and overly proper.

History:
Stanley was born and raised in Vancouver, British Columbia, between two older brothers and two younger sisters. His father was a remarkably skilled businessman, self-employed as the owner of several Tim Hortons franchises, while his mother made her profession that of homemaker. For the duration of his childhood, there was nothing lacking by way of money or activity - with her children as the centre of her world, Mrs. Savage was a whirlwind at fashioning their lives, primarily in the form of ferrying them to and from an excess number of extracurricular activities. From dance lessons to sports to impromptu mini vacations across the country, there was scarcely ever a moment to spare in the Savage household.

With such a non-stop pattern of breakneck busyness, Stanley grew to detest most of these activities both due to having no say in whether or not he participated, and as a result of how exhausting it became. In his early childhood, it became a source of contention between himself and his parents, which eventually resolved when he was allowed to choose a single activity to focus his time on, free of parental intervention. He chose the one thing that held no interest for any of his siblings, ensuring that his participation in it would be utterly independent - tap dancing. While the non-stop lifestyle of dashing hither and thither never gained any true appeal for him, he was never quite able to settle for boredom.

At first, it was just a necessary compromise. But, gradually, he came to genuinely enjoy and even love tap. Unfortunately, the peace was not to last. A few months after settling into this new routine, he started having seizures. During the chaos and uncertainty that came with it, dance became his haven, a safe place where he could get lost and forget to worry.

Into his teen years, he became increasingly more convicted of the path he dreamed of following for the rest of his life - there was nothing else he had ever wanted to do, so it was a simple decision. His goal was to become a professional tap dancer, his vision was to perform in the hopes that his audience would enjoy their side of it as much as he enjoyed his own.

All his dreams, all the years of his life spent preparing were decimated in the space of a few minutes.

While crossing the street on his way home from practice, Stanley experienced his last and most impactful absence seizure. The careless driver who blew the stop sign might otherwise have been granted the benefit of careening towards an alert pedestrian capable of maneuvering out of the way. Instead, he would go on to spend the rest of his life regretting the consequences of one stupid decision. The accident left Stanley with a badly broken leg that would never fully heal, and no chance of living the life he had always envisioned.

When the news was broken to him in the hospital that he would have a limp for the rest of his life and never again be able to dance the way he used to, his emotional state spiraled downward at breakneck speed. Within the week, he was severely depressed. His friends and family were naturally concerned, but unfortunately, they all bought into the misconception that it would pass and that he would find a new purpose. Surely everything would return to normal.

After nearly a year, it was abundantly apparent to all involved that things were not going to return to normal. While mentally and emotionally there was some - if minimal - positive progress, Stanley remained listless and disinterested in life on the whole. As he seemed to have lost all initiative to find a purpose for his life, his parents took it upon themselves to give him one by choosing a college in Philadelphia and shipping him off to live with his aunt and uncle until the fall.

Unfortunately, the well-intentioned plan conceived by Stanley's parents turned out to backfire royally. While they may have thought a change of scene was in his best interest, they failed to properly consider how stressful and difficult he finds even small changes in routine. As a result, the sudden, drastic uprooting brought about a swift downward turn in his emotional state.

Early on the morning of the pulse, he went for a walk along the Ben Franklin Bridge that ended when he took it upon himself to jump off, and that was that - until that is, he woke up safe and sound in his aunt and uncle's house the next morning, much to their relief and his confusion. Now, he's determined to find out why death failed to stick, and if the pulse or the mysterious tower have anything to do with it.

Power: Stanley has the ability to change his weight without altering his mass - he can become light as a feather, heavy as a millstone, or anything in between.

Skills:

Self Control - By far one of Stanley's best qualities is his ability to harness control of himself. While not without effort, he is able to demonstrate an impressive level of restraint.

Independance - He is excellent at taking care of himself in order to remain completely self-sustaining. He excels at working alone and making the most of his own abilities to take on life's challenges.

Determination - When he sets his mind to something, he will give everything he has to see it through. He takes commitment seriously and can be thoroughly relied upon to fulfill his responsibilities.


Weaknesses:

Epilepsy - In his childhood, this first manifested as absence, then as grand mal seizures. However, as he grew older, the absence seizures eventually grew much less frequent until he recently stopped having them altogether, although he does still occasionally experience grand mal seizures.

Lone Wolf - A prideful, stubborn need to do things on his own makes it difficult for Stanley to accept help from others, even when he knows full well that he needs it.

Poor Memory - Stanley has always had a less than stellar ability to remember things, making him slightly absent-minded at times. While this is for the most part only a minor inconvenience, it can prove to be quite dangerous if he forgets to take his medication, or forgets that he's already taken it and takes it again unnecessarily.

>> stanley savage <<

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| 24 | Male | Caucasian | Canada (Vancouver) |

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Appearance

Standing at 5'8'' Stanley isn't quite tall, but neither is he noticeably short. He has a slightly stocky build, with muscles toned from hours of repetitive physical exercise. He keeps his hair cropped short and usually entertains a very slight five-o-clock shadow. For the most part, he chooses to dress with simple functionality, choosing muted solid colours in a comfortable, casual everyday style.

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Power

Stanley has the ability to change his weight without altering his mass - he can become light as a feather, heavy as a millstone, or anything in between.

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PERSONALITY

Stanley is focused and disciplined, with little use for laziness. He is a goal oriented over achiever of the highest order, with excruciatingly high expectations of himself. Organization comes naturally to him while idleness and boredom are the banes of his existence - he can't stand to be inactive for long, always on the hunt for something productive and constructive to be doing. For the most part, he is serious and down to earth, leaving the joking and messing around to people with nothing better to focus on.

Stanley is the sort of person who won't approach anything without a plan, and he excels at thinking for the long term. While he is usually well prepared and able to execute his actions with precision and care, he is remarkably bad at adapting to change and handling surprises. Consequently, he is a creature of habit - routine is what keeps his world turning, and deviating from it is not only an inconvenience but highly stressful for him.

The usefulness of others is something that he considers to be negligible; experience working with those less responsible than himself has taught him that dependability is rare, and that trust should be kept in reserve for a select few who will go the extra mile to earn it. He is cautious and wary, skeptical of the unknown and any uncertainty that it might bring. He prefers predictability and security, and can at times come across as somewhat stiff and overly proper.

SKILLS

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Self Control - By far one of Stanley's best qualities is his ability to harness control of himself. While not without effort, he is able to demonstrate an impressive level of restraint.

Independance - He is excellent at taking care of himself in order to remain completely self-sustaining. He excels at working alone and making the most of his own abilities to take on life's challenges.

Determination - When he sets his mind to something, he will give everything he has to see it through. He takes commitment seriously and can be thoroughly relied upon to fulfill his responsibilities.

WEAKNESSES

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Epilepsy - In his childhood, this first manifested as absence, then as grand mal seizures. However, as he grew older, the absence seizures eventually grew much less frequent until he recently stopped having them altogether, although he does still occasionally experience grand mal seizures.

Lone Wolf - A prideful, stubborn need to do things on his own makes it difficult for Stanley to accept help from others, even when he knows full well that he needs it.

Poor Memory - Stanley has always had a less than stellar ability to remember things, making him slightly absent-minded at times. While this is for the most part only a minor inconvenience, it can prove to be quite dangerous if he forgets to take his medication, or forgets that he's already taken it and takes it again unnecessarily.
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HISTORY

Stanley was born and raised in Vancouver, British Columbia, between two older brothers and two younger sisters. His father was a remarkably skilled businessman, self-employed as the owner of several Tim Hortons franchises, while his mother made her profession that of homemaker. For the duration of his childhood, there was nothing lacking by way of money or activity - with her children as the centre of her world, Mrs. Savage was a whirlwind at fashioning their lives, primarily in the form of ferrying them to and from an excess number of extracurricular activities. From dance lessons to sports to impromptu mini vacations across the country, there was scarcely ever a moment to spare in the Savage household.

With such a non-stop pattern of breakneck busyness, Stanley grew to detest most of these activities both due to having no say in whether or not he participated, and as a result of how exhausting it became. In his early childhood, it became a source of contention between himself and his parents, which eventually resolved when he was allowed to choose a single activity to focus his time on, free of parental intervention. He chose the one thing that held no interest for any of his siblings, ensuring that his participation in it would be utterly independent - tap dancing. While the non-stop lifestyle of dashing hither and thither never gained any true appeal for him, he was never quite able to settle for boredom.

At first, it was just a necessary compromise. But, gradually, he came to genuinely enjoy and even love tap. Unfortunately, the peace was not to last. A few months after settling into this new routine, he started having seizures. During the chaos and uncertainty that came with it, dance became his haven, a safe place where he could get lost and forget to worry.

Into his teen years, he became increasingly more convicted of the path he dreamed of following for the rest of his life - there was nothing else he had ever wanted to do, so it was a simple decision. His goal was to become a professional tap dancer, his vision was to perform in the hopes that his audience would enjoy their side of it as much as he enjoyed his own.

All his dreams, all the years of his life spent preparing were decimated in the space of a few minutes.

While crossing the street on his way home from practice, Stanley experienced his last and most impactful absence seizure. The careless driver who blew the stop sign might otherwise have been granted the benefit of careening towards an alert pedestrian capable of maneuvering out of the way. Instead, he would go on to spend the rest of his life regretting the consequences of one stupid decision. The accident left Stanley with a badly broken leg that would never fully heal, and no chance of living the life he had always envisioned.

When the news was broken to him in the hospital that he would have a limp for the rest of his life and never again be able to dance the way he used to, his emotional state spiraled downward at breakneck speed. Within the week, he was severely depressed. His friends and family were naturally concerned, but unfortunately, they all bought into the misconception that it would pass and that he would find a new purpose. Surely everything would return to normal.

After nearly a year, it was abundantly apparent to all involved that things were not going to return to normal. While mentally and emotionally there was some - if minimal - positive progress, Stanley remained listless and disinterested in life on the whole. As he seemed to have lost all initiative to find a purpose for his life, his parents took it upon themselves to give him one by choosing a college in Philadelphia and shipping him off to live with his aunt and uncle until the fall.

Unfortunately, the well-intentioned plan conceived by Stanley's parents turned out to backfire royally. While they may have thought a change of scene was in his best interest, they failed to properly consider how stressful and difficult he finds even small changes in routine. As a result, the sudden, drastic uprooting brought about a swift downward turn in his emotional state.

Early on the morning of the pulse, he went for a walk along the Ben Franklin Bridge that ended when he took it upon himself to jump off, and that was that - until that is, he woke up safe and sound in his aunt and uncle's house the next morning, much to their relief and his confusion. Now, he's determined to find out why death failed to stick, and if the pulse or the mysterious tower have anything to do with it.

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Can I just say that I love the mere mention of the name "Mrs Savage" XD

Pretty much everything looks good, but I think the power has a bit too much - it doesn't seem overly powerful until you consider that he could effectively crush someone to death by lying down on them, and then it comes up as being a bit out of sync with other starter powers.

I think maybe if we go by a factor of 4 for the initial power - so assuming he's of average weight (c. 70kg) that would let him alter his weight from about 17kg to about 240 kg.

 

[Starlighter]

Can I just say that I love the mere mention of the name "Mrs Savage" XD

Pretty much everything looks good, but I think the power has a bit too much - it doesn't seem overly powerful until you consider that he could effectively crush someone to death by lying down on them, and then it comes up as being a bit out of sync with other starter powers.

I think maybe if we go by a factor of 4 for the initial power - so assuming he's of average weight (c. 70kg) that would let him alter his weight from about 17kg to about 240 kg.

Ah, yes, that is an excellent point; tbh I hadn't really considered something like that, which is my bad :(

Edited to this:

Power: Stanley has the ability to change his weight without altering his mass, but only within a certain range/by a factor of 4. Currently, he can go as light as 17kg and as heavy as 240kg.

 

[RJS]

Welcome to the party!