Some character ideas based on some of my past/current games and stories
Undine, aka Lyla Marsh, The Outsider
South Asian/European mix, Female, Athletic Clothes, Stylish Costume, Gills
Powers: Water Control and Aquatic Adaptation
Freak +1, Danger -1, Savior +0, Superior +2, Mundane +1
Belong in Two Worlds, Not so Different After All
Hey, this is the deal, once upon a time, my people were just minding their own business on the coastlines like we’ve done for thousands of years. Not hurting anybody or anything. And then some hater with an ironic name decided he was going to paint the lot of us as demon worshipping, inbred psychopaths…..that smell bad! So the navy ups and decides to torpedo our colonies and raid our surface towns and lots of people die. Then there all like, “oh sorry, we thought you were monsters, won’t happen again.” But Mr. Hatercraft decides to make a little money on the side and publish this book and so now everybody and their mother thinks people like me are worshipping some tentacled freak out in the Pacific. I mean, yeah, some of us can do the tentacled thing, but most of us are like me pretty damn human looking, so what the hell? So the for the last eighty fucking years my people have had to rebrand ourselves a whole different name because everybody thinks the old one means “psychotic, inbred, smelly fish-person demon worshipper”. So yeah, that’s why I do this, show that hey, most of us look really normal and hey WE’RE NOT PSYCHOPATHS. And stop fucking talking to me about fucking stars being right!
(More than a little based on the Lemurians from my Divine Blood game….do not call them that “Deep” name…they won’t like it….at all.)
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Miss Direct aka Reina Mason the Janus
Female, Asian/Black, Boring Clothing, Concealing Costume, Hood
Supernatural Senses – Self-Hallucination
Freak -1, Danger +0, Savior +0, Superior +1, Mundane +3
The Mask: Superior, Mild-Mannered, I’ll Save You
Obligations: Schoolwork, Delivery Girl, Gaming Club
So, my vision is like a editable UI. It didn’t start out that way, of course. I mean when I was a kid, all I would do is decide that maybe my friend looked better with blue-hair and it was done. Or I’d draw squiggles in the air nobody could see. Or maybe make up my own cartoons to watch…stuff that most people would take for just a kid with imagination. And then I started doing things like editing out walls, or making the room seem brighter or darker, or I’d mark my trail behind me so I didn’t get lost. When I started gaming and dealing with the PC…well, I just started blowing up with applications. Like I can designate this section of my vision here to rotate its POV one-hundred eighty degrees, shift its origin a little back so I’m not in the way and now I can see behind me. Or I can rotate my vision so that its sitting behind someone else and I can see the cards they’re holding (but that’s cheating, don’t do that.) Or I can mark that guy over there who’s trying to sneak up behind me so that he’s glowing like the Fourth of July no matter where he goes. Or copy down whatever I hear someone saying as they say it (but I get whatever I mishear, bleh…glitches). I’ve got this list of folders over here that’s a bunch of class lectures and stuff that I can pull up and see whenever…I’m not sure that’s cheating on tests, but maybe. Can’t do anything about what other people see, unless they get into my head, then I can mess with them…and I can usually tell when other people are messing with what I’m seeing. Some guy figured it out and called it “self-hallucination” but yeah, that’s why I can watch a movie from five miles away (now if only I could hear it too). Oh look, smoke bomb, gotta edit that out. (Why the name….because you think I’m actually going to give someone a clue how I do stuff?)
(Self-Hallucination is one of the powers I made for Divine Blood RPG and one of the characters I have planned to come in later books has it….don’t ask me to figure out how it works…there has to be some sort of fundamental unconscious knowledge of the universe going on for this to work)
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Greyskin, aka Megumi Morisato, The Transformed.
Female, Unidentifiable ethnicity, grey and scarred skin; burned out and dead eyes; Concealing costume; Clawed hands
Powers: Phasing and Supernatural Senses
Freak +3, Danger +1, Savior +1, Superior -1, Mundane -1
I am not my Body, Not Human Enough, Unstoppable
I always knew I was going to get powers. It’s the alien in me, see, we’ve been mixed since the late 1800s and the aliens activate something in the human genome that makes us super. So I always knew I’d go super….but most of us stay looking normal. It wasn’t really my powers that changed me, see, it was my powers activating that let me survive. There was a fight see, I think it was the Spears of Achilles (you know those super-mercs) and the Aesir (I was in Norway with my brother) and there was some toxic waste…and it ended up on me. Now, my powers activated so I sort of phased out of this reality in time to live but not in time to prevent being burned to hell. I’m sort of healing…but I’m not healing back human…or either of the aliens I’m descended from. I got these…claws that aren’t really useful for anything like delicate stuff. And…I got this mental block on my phasing, it takes a lot of focus, and sometimes I freak out and get stuck in things…but I can cancel out mass and sort of half-phase so I sort of act like one of those super-strong bricks. And…I don’t really see anymore…well I do…but I see…umm dimensional bonds between people and objects and such. I can do most of the stuff you can with normal sight like read and such, but try to explain colors to people and sometimes shapes…and uh….yeah, I mean I don’t see colors anymore blue ink has different sorts of anchors than black ink…I think it was black and blue anyway…but yeah…there’s that. But still, I was meant to be super from the beginning…so…so I can figure out the hideous burns and monster thing…and I won’t get stuck in another wall after a panic attack…I hope.
(Greyskin was a Champions character of mine with superstrength and resistances based on interweaving through various other realities http://fav.me/d5e41br … http://fav.me/d9dyoiy)
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Medusa, aka Terra Black the Nova
Female, Mixed Ethnicity, Common Clothing, School Uniform
Powers: Sorcery (Transformation, Rebirth, Dimensional Barriers)
Freak +2, Danger +1, Savior +0, Superior +0, Mundane +0
Burn: Elemental Awareness, Shielding, Worship, Boost
So, like, it started with that, you know amulet thing. I was on a field trip in the museum, I think..it’s hard to think of it. It wasn’t long after well, the thing with my father…and the ice…and the car…you know? Anyway, so I see…I’m a gorgon, by way of Germany, Russia, China, India, Libya (because, you know, Alexander the Great took slaves and some of those were gorgons that just hadn’t…you know gorgoned yet) Anyway…soo…like I also got the Mantle of Medusa…so my life is now going to go like this: I get to be the mediator for Earth with other realms, you know heaven, hell, etc…phenomenal cosmic power, probably have a kid at some point (because the Mantle will, you know, want to keep the family going) and then get my head cut off because someone will want the Mantle, like if they’re a gorgon trying to make themselves Medusa or some magician trying to power some artifact or something else. Yay, I get to be a, you know goddess but won’t get to enjoy immortality….and none of my clothes fit any more because apparently Medusa comes with ridiculous comic book build…Yay.
(Thought about Doomed, but doesn’t really fit…she’s not really doomed, her position just comes with lots of enemies
Extended origin: http://fav.me/dcqw6o)
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Tender Bar, the Bull
Tall, Slender, Female, Middle-Eastern, Ragged Clothing, No Costume
Pure and simple rage.
Freak +1, Danger +3, Savior -1, Superior +1, Mundane -1
The Bull’s Heart, Thick and Thin-Skinned, Punch Everyone
Don’t ask me how I can do what I can do. I just get mad. I get mad and things break. Best I can do is make sure I only get mad around things and people that need to break. There’s no genetic marker. No Magic. I’ve never trained in martial arts. No psychic powers. No nano-machines. Trust me, I’ve been tested for it all. I just get mad. Been that way since I was a kid and I had to take an anger management class. There was some shrink with an experiment or something, and hell, I was just a foster kid, right? Got to be able profit from me some how, right?
(Tender Bar was a brute I had from CoH, sort of based on Durarara!!!’s Shizuo Heiwajima http://fav.me/d3l1r75 had a set of scripts for her that would advance her costume to be bloodier and bloodier and progressively jumble up my controls so she behaved erratically…solo only scripts for that reason…and her speech would get more and more brutal…so she eventually broke Mot…)
